In the main star wars timeline, during the era of the old republic, a slave was trained to become a sith and became one of the most powerful sith lords in history, discovering artefacts, lost knowledge, even taming force ghosts and stealing their power, taking two apprentices and killing his way to a seat on the dark council. But what of things went differently? What if there was one small change of events? What if he never made it to the sith academy? What if his rise to power was thwarted before it even began?

Opening crawl:

The war with the Republic rages on. Despite initial victories the sith empire's advance has started to falter. In need of more numbers the sith academy has loosened its criteria and is now recruiting from non pure sources, such as slaves, fallen jedi, prisoners, etc, anyone who shows a strong potential in the force are now welcomed and given equal opportunity.

One of these new recruits is heading to korriban but unknown to them a powerful sith lord who doesn't agree with the new policy has redirected the shuttle in order to prove a point and prevent the weakening of sith blood.

I sit in the quiet shuttle, the only noise are that of the engines echoing through the hull, a sith empire trooper sitting either side of me, armed with rifles and their faces fully covered by their black helmets. I'm not sure if they're for my protection or to keep me from escaping, all my life it has been the latter, I've watched them gun down several fellow slaves who tried to escape, I'm still getting used to the idea of the former being the case now, once my prison guards now my subordinates. I suppose that I have many things to get used to now, clean clothes that are rags, free time, the freedom to do what I want. The missing presence of the shock collar around the back of my neck is one thing I'm slowly getting used to, feeling the air on my neck and not having to fear the ever possible shocks as either punishment, motivation or just cause someone was bored.

An orange glow shines in through the cockpit window as we exit hyperspace and the world of korriban comes into view. I look at the world in awe, this was where the mighty sith were taught their powers, where they learnt how to shoot lightning from their hands and how to choke someone without touching them amd how to weird a lightsaber. I've seen how powerful sith can be, how they command fear and obedience from those beneath them, I've seen them kill slaves with just a thought and drive others mad when torturing rebellious slaves for information. Now I'm apparently being sent to the same place. Yesterday I was just a slave, I did job, I avoided confrontation, I avoided being punished, I was polite to my betters and grateful for every scrap of food and moment of rest but when attacked by rebels I somehow on instinct used the force to throw the attacker back. Now I apparently have a greater calling, suddenly I can be more than just a slave, I can learn the powers of a sith and become powerful, the idea of gaining such power is an appealing thought, I can be the one in control, the one dominating those beneath me. Instead of being the slave I can have slaves, instead of having things taken from me I can take from others. Yes I will take this opportunity to gain as much power as possible.

As the shuttle decends I see the great statues of past sith lords and the academy building. As the ship pulls away I'm slightly confused. Why would we be flying away from there?

I feel the shuttle land and the guards getting up, their hands lightly holding my arms telling me to also rise as the door opens and the ramp lowers. With my escort accompanying me I step out into the bright planet to face my new destiny and step onto the sandy metal platform. Before me stands a large red skined sith pure blood in golden armour. I bow my head slightly in respect, partly out of habit.

"Master." He looks down at me in disgust.

"Do you know why you're here slave?"

"To train as a sith master."

"That's the idea, to racruit from outside the sith race, to dilute sith purity. It's a disgusting thought, one which I could not allow, so I diverted your shuttle. No one from the academy will bother to look for a spave who got captured, if you're not strong enough to survive on your own here then you are forgotten. You will never be sith, you are to weak to be a sith." Anger rises inside of me, the same anger that I used when I throw the rebel through the air.

"I am worthy master." With a slight grin he raises an eyebrow mockingly.

"Really? Well then, prove yourself slave. Attack me." I reach behind my back and draw my practice sword, red light glows from the blade, it may not be a lightsaber but it is still deadly. I swing my blade and the sith easily dodges, every swing missing as he toys with me, enjoying my wild swings and feeding off my anger and despair. Suddenly, as if he'd gotten bored, the blade is ripped out of my hand by a strong force and the sith catches it and quickly slashes at my leg. I cry out in pain as I fall to one knee, my leg bleeding, burning and stinging from a deep cut. I look up at the sith who looks down at me as if he just stepped in bantha poodo.

"Pathetic. And to think that others thought you could be one of us." He raises his hands and a torrent of lightning hits my body, sending ripples of burning pain over my skin, causing me to drop to the floor and scream in agony as he continues to shock me, the lightning seering my flesh and twisting my body as I desperately try to get away. Finally the lightning stops and I lay convulsing and twitching in pain, trying to regain my breath. I feel his boot slam into my side knocking what little air I have out of my lungs.

"You will be what you always were, nothing but vermin, a slave, the filth beneath my boot." At this he spits at me, it landing on my face.

"I will be merciful however and let you live. I will be your master and I will teach you. I will teach you how to show me respect, I will teach you to know your place, I will teach you obedience, I will teach you to appreciate what little I give you and never to wait more and I will teach you how best to make me happy." I suddenly feel my throat tighten as if I'm being choked by and invisible hand. I gasp and flail on the floor, my hand clawing at the ground and legs kicking as my body tries to fill my lungs.

"However if you misbehave I will teach you how many different ways that you can feel pain, pain far worse than what you just recieved, you will learn that I can make your life far worse. If you wish to serve me get up and kneel or I'll send you to the dungoens to be tortured or maybe the beast pens to be ripped apart or speaking of beasts maybe to that mad scientist to experiment on, he's always looking for more test subjects, I hear he just tured his recent apprentice into one after she tried to betray him." I feel the grip around my nwck loosen amd i take a grateful deep gasping breath. Not wanting to be punished further I struggle to my knees before my new master, one who now smiles down at me cruelly, his bright red eyes glowing with hatred.

"Now slave, kiss your master's feet, grovel before your superior." Shaking from, fear, lack of oxygen and the lightning I lower my head to the floor and kiss my new master's feet.

"Good, now to truly make you mine." As I rise back up to a kneeling position I see his large red cock, one covered in ridges and small spikes. I look at it in terror as I force open my mouth and move it closer to the thick head of his cock, sliding it between my lips. My tongue rolls over the head, the taste of his rough cock filling my senses and I feel my own cock twitch uncontrollably in response. I take his cock deeper, feeling the ridges as it pushes deep into my throat causing me to gag and choke as his hand grips the becak of my head hard, preventing me from pulling away for air. His cock twitches and I feel warm cum fill my mouth and flood down my throat. The cum tastes foul, strange mixture of bitter and spicy, almost burning, yet weirdly addictive, as I'm forced to swallow for a brief moment I feel stronger, as if feeding off the darkside within his cum. His hand roughly pulls me off his cock and throws me to the floor. I look up at him as I breathe heavily and look at his cock almost longingly, tasting his lingering burning cum and craving more. He looks down at me with disgust and I grunt in pain as his heavy metal boot slams into my balls.

"How dare you get your disgusting, snivelling, pathetic, tiny worm hard in my presence! You are here for my pleasure, not yours you filthy whore!" Two troopers walk in and stand either side of my crawled up body.

"Take him for processing and make sure he can't act so disgustingly in my presence ever again." I feel the guards grab me by my shoulders and drag me away.

Reaching a door it slides open and I'm thrown in landing on the hard metal floor, as the door slides shut behind me I slowly get to my feet. Looking around I find myself in a bare cell, only a small bed, toilet and and lights fill the small space. I guess that this is my home now. I barely have time to look around before the troopers enter my cell holding a familiar standard issue shock collar, with little choice I allow them to pull my head down and place the semicircular band of metal around the back of my next. I wince as the electroconductive pins piece the skin and the locks attach the collar to me for the rest of my life. Having worn one for as long as I can remember I find the feel of the collar strangely nice after a few days without it, I'd barely gotten used to the exposed feeling before it was snatched away once again.

"Strip." I look at the troopers who refuse to look away. One holding up the small tubular remote to my collar, the constant feeling of impending electrocution wasn't something that I'd missed but was something I am used to. Not wanting them to test out my new collar I quickly remove my clothes, the nicest ones I'd ever worn, a brief reminder of the small window of hope for more that I'd had for a very short time before I was put back in my place. Standing naked in front of my guards I watch as one lowers himself to my crotch and feel a device slide over my cock and around my balls, my cock immediately getting hard at the feeling, only to be crushed against hard metal. I feel a sudden shock not only through my collar but the device lock around my cock amd balls.

"That all seems to be working. Have fun in your new uniform slave. Oh. That chastity device is made of some unbreakable mandalorian metal, so it's never coming off and any inappropriate behaviour will lead to you being shocked." With that the two troopers walk out the door.

"We'll be back later when off duty for some fun slave." At that the door slides shut again leaving me locked in my cell. Now fully exposed I feel the cool air and cold metal of the room and shiver slightly as I grow used to my new uniform. I try and inspect the chastity device but I see no way to access the locking mechanism and if what the trooper said was true cutting it off is not an option either. As I inspect it the movement encourages my cock to grow again and I'm met with a painful shock, almost making ke fall onto my bed. Sighing I sit down and patiently await instructions.

In the mind numbing boredom I can't help but think about what might have happened had I got to the sith academy. Would I have just been cut down moments after arriving. Or maybe eaten alive by the horrifying creatures that live on the planet. Or maybe I'd have a rival and eventually win and become an apprentice to a powerful sith and gain power beyond my wildest dreams. But I shouldn't waste time thinking of what could have been, I've seen slaves go crazy doing that, always thinking of a better life rather than trying to make the life they have as good as possible, which right now for me means serving my master so well that he has no reason to punish me, although he's a sith, they tend to sometimes do that for fun and inflict harm just for the sadistic pleasure. I try to clear my mind and focus on my current situation, pushing any thoughts of possible lives to the back of my mind, daydreaming only leads to misery in more ways than one, instead I think about ways to make my new master happy and to work efficiently and effectively.

Eventually after some time my cell door opens and the two troopers stand either side. I wonder if they're off duty yet?

"You presence is required." I calmly get up from my bed and follow the troopers out of the cell and down the corridor, I have no idea of what I am needed for but that doesn't matter, I can't escape and it's best not to disobey or deny a sith.

I enter a large bedroom, furnished with red cushions, glowing crimson pyramidal holocrons and a mixture of beautiful and grotesque statues. Some depicting great sith and the current sith emperor and others depicting bloody victories, submission to the sith and brutal executions, which I wish to avoid.

"Wait here." With that the guards leave me alone in the room. I guess there's no real danger of a naked slave in a shock collar escaping, even if I did I wouldn't survive long, either killed by beasts, acolytes or the elements. Part of me still wishes that I could have all of this, as much as I try to ignore it the fact that for a single m9ment it was a possibility has left my fate even more torturous than before. My eye is drawn to one of the sith holocrons, this one seems to be glowing more fiercely than the others. Walking over to it the blood red glow turns my skin like that of my masters, only I could never be as pure blooded as him. As if transfixed I reach my hand out and touch it, normally I wouldn't dream of going through an owners possessions but it calls to me, maybe I am destined for something. As my fingers make contact the corners of the pyramid turn and a red glow fills the room.

"Only one lesson need be learnt for one such as yourself to fulfil your destiny. A lesson taught to all sith." It's actually happening, I am destined for more.

"The strong rule over the weak and the weak serve the strong. Those who are to weak to claim victory do not deserve it. You are weak, you are destined to serve. Your place is at your master's feet, you will follow in his greatness. Accept this fact and only then can you achieve something with your life." I stand staring at the holocron as the light fades and it returns to its dormant state. Is it right? Is this the best I'll ever have? Will accepting it make my life better? If I accept it and stop wanting more will I be happy in my simple life of servitude? I suppose I wouldn't have to stress about someone trying to take my power and wealth or killing me, nor would I have to lead armies into battle and face death or injury or punishment if I fail. Maybe it is better to be a slave. The only things I have to worry about are much simpler, just do my job and please my master. No galactic level threats or wars, no betrayal from a close ally, no deadly trails and political infighting. A small smile crosses my face for a second at the idea of not having to deal with any of that, for a moment I feel strangly relaxed.

"Hello slave." I immediately feel tense again and find myself frozen in fear. How long had he been here? How much punishment am I in for? I turnslowly and drop to my knees.

"I'm sorry master. I shouldn't touch your things. I don't know what came over me." Inwait in an uncomfortably long silence as I await my fate.

"It seems that the holocron called to you and imparted its wisdom to you slave. It wanted to teach you an important lesson. If you learn from what it taught you then I will forgive your actions this time." Relieved and slightly confused I know when to accept a win and just be grateful of any mercy, especially from a sith.

"Thankyou master. I learnt the lesson it was teaching me sir."

"However if you dare to do anything like that wver again I will show you no mercy. It's only cause the holocron influenced your weak mind to teach you your place that I am letting this slide."

"It will never happen again master. I only wish to serve you well, as the holocron instructed." The red skined sith grins a devilish smile.

"Good. Now climb onto my bed slave." Without hesitation I get up and move to his bed, I have a feeling that I know what is coming and it probably won't be pleasant.

"Head down and ass up." My heart racing in fear I told as I'm told, I know not to anger a sith and my recent lesson still lingers in my mind. I hear my master's robe drop to the floor before his hands grip my hips hard and I feel a sudden and painful thurst as his cock enters my ass. I scream out as the rough ridges force themselves past my asshole amd cry out as the spikes rip into my flesh as he slams his cock deeper into me. My body moves with every hard thrust as he painfully fucks me without mercy, his large, thick, spiked cock destroying my ass, my cries of pain only fuelling his lust as he feeds off my agony and misery. I feel and hear the crackle of electricity as small bolts of lightning dance playfully over my body, adding new levels of pain as it burns my skin. I feel an invisible hand close around my throat and struggle for air as it cuts off most of the oxygen, leaving just enough of my throat open to gasp desperate breaths. To my horror and surprise I feel a twitching in my chastity cage, somehow part of me is enjoying this painful ordeal enough to get hard, as my cock grows I'm met woth even more pain as it is crushed in its prison and shocks from my cage and collar ripple through my body.

"Are you enjoying this slave? You really are a filthy, disgusting, little degenerate, aren't you. You like being my bitch and sex toy. Now do you see why you could never be a sith like me?" Though heavy rasping breathing from both pain and pleasure I whisper out.

"Yes master." As I sat it I feel my insides fill with a burning pain as his hot acidic cum fills my insides, as with earlier I feel a rush of darkside flow into my body for a moment, I feel amazing and powerful. As I feel it my own cock manages to overcomes the agony of the shocks from its prison and I cum, the last of my energy draining from me as I do. As his cock painfully pulls out of my now gapping ass I collapse humiliated onto the bed, my body shaking in both pain and post orgasm bliss and the addictive feeling of the darkside. Exhausted I allow my master to drag me over to a metal platform and see the orange glow of a holding cell activate, leaving me trapped curled up inside the tiny cell as he climbs into bed and quickly falls asleep.

Laying in my prison I watch my master sleep, part of me thinks of the feeling I got when he came inside me, for a moment I felt the power that I craved, I need more, I need to feel that again, I need his cum inside me. To weak to do anything else I fall unconscious, my last thoughts being that of serving my master in the hope of being rewarded with his cum.