Opening crawl:

The war with the Republic continues, although one destined for greatness now serves another. As their master fights on the frontline they must serve obediently as they rise to power and greatness.

But a shadow is rising that will change everything.

The sound of battle rages in the distance, sounds I try to ignore, along with the occasional shaking of the ground and roaring of fighters amoverhead, as I focus on my tasks of cleaning and tidying master's quarters. We've been on the front lines for a while now, part of me prefers it to being stuck on korriban. For one thing I get to see something new, even if it's a bombed out war zone and the inside of a standard imperial base. Plus when master has spent the day fighting he is normally in a much better mood, provided no soldier or officer did something stupid, and as a result has no need to take his anger out on me by torturing me with lightning or choking or just beating me. Instead when I see my master I am to provide him with his meals and pleasure him in bed, which is painful but I get my reward, I struggle to focus as I thi k of his cum and the momentary strength in the darkside it gives me, I can't wait for master to come back from his day of slaughtering the Republic.

I've come to be happy and content with my life, if I serve my master well I get food and sleep and my special reward. During the day i have plenty to do and I find meaning in serving a great and powerful sith, even if I can never be one I can help one rise to power, glory and greatness. I've even fallen somewhat for my maater, i don't love him as an equal, and i understand that he could nevwr love me back, but i actually care about him and his needs and he isn't the worst master, sure he tortures me when bored and punishes me when i do wrong but he doesn't starve me or have me used by beasts or make my life a misery. Finishing my chores for the day I kneel on the floor and await my master's return. I don't have to wait for long as the door opens and master master walks in. I immediately tell that he is both tired and very pleased, today will be a good one if he's in such a good mood.

"Guess what slave? The Republic scum on this world have been crushed, along with their jedi dogs. We will be returning home." I smile, happy that my master returned back safely and at his joyful mood.

"That's great news master, I knew you could do it. Maybe we should celebrate your victory?" He looks down at me and smiles, normally he'd dislike me making any suggestions, slaves don't think, they do but today he is in a very good mood and I know that is what he'd want to do. I feel my body lifted to my feet with the force and I walk over to him and run my hand over his muscular chest and begin to take off his clothes, as I reach his underwear I pull out his giant cock and bite my lip in excitement, as he steps out of his underwear I lower my mouth towards his cock and slide my lips over it, moaning as I run my tongue over his head and taste him and take him deep into my throat. After a few minutes I feel his strong hands grip my body as I'm thrown backwards, landing onto the bed I quickly raise my ass up, my mind lost in lust and desire for his cum. I grunt slightly as his cock slams painfully into my ass and he begins to violently fuck me, his growls and grunts combine with my moans as they echo around the room before I feel his warm cum fill my insides, feeling the rush of the darkside once more, causing my cock to shoot out its own load. He pulls out of my gapping ass and we both lay together on the bed in blissful exhaustion. Thankfully after years in my chastity the electric shocks has taught me how to cum from a limp cock, so I'm able to enjoy my time pleasuring my master a lot more. Knowing my duties I slowly move down to his cock and start cleaning it with my mouth, my tongue licking up any remaining cum and savouring every drop I find. Quickly my master falls asleep and as much as I'd love to lay down next to them I know that I can't and I gently slide off the bed and crawl up on the cold hard floor and take the time to rest.

I step out into the dry sandy ground of korriban and walk at my masters side. The trip home was fairly uneventful, I mainly spent my time with master in his quarters, which suits me fine. The ships droid does most of the work on the ship, leaving me to do the one duty it can't and provide pleasure for my master. He even brought a jedi prisoner with him, so he spent the rest of his time torturing the pathetic scum instead. He did make me watch as his prisoner writhed in agony, a reminder of what he is capable of and of what he can do to me if I misbehave. The energy he got feeding off of both his victim's pain and my fear made him very active in the bedroom during the flight home.

Part of me is happy to be away from the fighting, at least here no one is trying to kill us. Although it does mean that my master won't have anywhere but me to let out his aggression on, so I can expect some choke, burns and bruises in the coming days.

I follow master into his large home and to his throne room, as he sits in his large ornate throne I dutifully knee at his side, a display of his power over others. He has a few meetings and I stay still and wait patiently as master does his dealings with other sith, the intricate politics of it all overwhelms me as I just want to live my simple life of serving my master and getting rewarded with his cum. Part of me is relieved that I avoided all of this crazy stuff, constantly navigating the minefield of sith politics seems way more than I'd br able to cope with on a daily bases.

The two regular dark council members meet with master, darth thanaton and darth baras, the latter master's apprentice has been doing jobs for lately. Several other sith and imperial officers and admirals held meetings with master as he caught up on the current political climate after being on the frontlines.

One sith visitor was notable to me though, a female sith named zash gave me a strange look, as if she recognised me, she didn't pay me much attention, why would she? But I can't help but wonder why she looked at me that way, maybe she was to be my instructor all those years ago and now has an answer for what happened, I doubt she cared about me, just that a curiosity was answered. Not that it mattered, this is my life and my place, I'm exactly where I belong and no longer wish for anything more.

Finally the day had ended and the many sith meetings were over, I can sense my master's frustration and need to blow off some steam and burn up some energy, I hope in the bedroom rather than the dungeon. Suddenly the throne room door opens, a young timid blue twi'lek slave girl wearing nothing but a golden bikini and a shock collar opening it for her master, I think vette was her name, she used to be rather sarcastic and talkative until her master removed her tongue, and my master's apprentice walks in. With him stands several other people, his own apprentice, a former jedi padawan who was used by the jedi order and has now embraced the darkside and pleasures of the galaxy after a lifetime of abstinence, duty and reclusion, unlike me she was trong enough to become free, a sith special forces soldier, a talz brute and a strategist, a strange combination but he seemed to succeed with what master told him to do.

"I did not send for you apprentice." His apprentice smiles coldly.

"No, you didn't. Please remove yourself from that throne if you wish to live." My master gets up and calmly takes a few steps forward before drawing his lightsaber.

"Your betrayal will not go unpunished." His lightsaber ignites into a blood red blade. As his apprentice activate his own crimson lightsaber I crawl behind the throne and peak out to watch, these sorts of battles are not my place, I don't have the strength to help my master. He is strong and powerful though, he will win.

The talz is quickly grabbed by the force and pulled forwards, his body impaled on master's blade, his white fur quickly stained red with his own blood as his lifeless body is thrown across the room. The strategic officer quickly has his neck snapped in a horrifying crunch. The soldier smartly keeps his distance and lays down fire as the two apprentices run into the battle, one wielding two lightsabers while the other uses a doublesided lightsaber with a pair of purple blades. The two dart around my master with speedful youth but master holds his own, managing to block the incoming attacks due to his decades of experience. But as the battle progresses I sense that master is getting tired from the constant barrage of attacks. Fearful for my master I look across the room and see a fallen blaster pistol and dive for it, as I roll across the floor I grab it and kneeling fire at the soldier. I pause as I watch him fall to the ground and realise what I'd done, I'd killed a superior but I only did so in order to save another. I turn to see my master lose grip of his blade and stumble backwards to the ground. As the apprentice raises his blade I charge firing my blaster at him. He casually blocks each wild shot and I feel a burning pain as his blade cuts through my arm and watch as my severed hand falls to the floor, still clutching the gun. I see a blur of red as his lightsaber spins and pain burns over my shoulders and hips, before I'm thrown through the air in a torrent of flesh seering lightning, the smell as it burns my skin filling my agonised senses and my eyes fill with the hot electric blue and my throat convulses and burns. My back slams into the wall with a horrible cracking sound as the air is knocked from my lungs before falling to the floor. As painful darkness takes me I see my master cut down.