Story: Dark Apprentice

An unauthorised tale of the Force.

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Thera hated the Jedi.

Her isolated world of Ceregon had wanted to be independent from the Republic, and so when the Clone Wars broke out, it sided with the Separatists.  

Less than two months later, a Republic war fleet occupied the sky, and clone troopers, led by lightsaber-wielding Jedi, had smashed the Ceregon army, slain the Ceregon Chief Minister, and installed a Republic-apologist puppet in her place.

Five members of Thera’s family died in the brief conflict.

Thera made it known widely that she despised the Jedi, and that she would do anything to slay every last one of them.  She wasn’t subtle, and by the time the man arrived in her home town, Thera was only a couple of days away from being detained by clones and thrown in a Republic jail for sedition.

But the man *did* arrive – a confident, fit human in his early forties, with a salt-and-pepper beard and a robe that he left open at the front to show his chiselled chest.  

He sought Thera out immediately, and his bright, burning eyes seemed to bore into her mind.

“You’re pretty,” he told her, “and you’re stupid.  Your big tits mark you as a natural born whore.  But, unusually for a whore, you are Force sensitive.  You could learn how to wield it.”

“I don’t want to be a Jedi,” she spat.  “I want the Jedi dead.”

“You wouldn’t be a Jedi,” smiled the man.  “You would be… something else.”

“A Sith?” she asked, with a touch of eagerness.  She had heard legends of such evil Force wielders, and while she didn’t consider herself evil, she was willing to do what it took to have revenge.

“Not all who wield the dark side of the Force are Sith, Thera,” said the man.  “But I can teach you.”

She packed her bags that very same day, and left with the man.

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His name was Avegon Hate, and his training was not what she expected.  He told her on the first day that she would forget the name she was born with, and be nameless until she found a new name on the “dark side”.  Until then, she would answer only to “slut”, “cunt” and “bitch”.  

He made a point of repeatedly mentioning how big her tits were, and that the size of them made her a slut and a whore.  He could use the Force to tell when she was aroused, and he always made a point of mentioning aloud when her cunt was – as he put it – “disgustingly wet”.

They trained aboard his starship, the Slave Thorn, a modified YT-2400 light freighter.  Her first training involved wearing a helmet that completely blocked her hearing and vision.  She was given a light stick, and told to defend herself, and then Avegon would attempt to grope her tits, pinch her nipples, grab her pussy, or spank her ass.  Thera became used to feeling Avegon’s hands all over her body, because at first she was hopeless, unable to prevent him touching her wherever he chose.  

After continued failure, Avegon upgraded to using a shock stick, which he would now push against Thera’s breasts and cunt and butt to give her painful electric shocks.  At first these left Thera weeping but then… suddenly… she began to have a *sense* for when she was about to be shocked.  Awkwardly, but then with increasing skill, she began to parry Avegon’s attacks, using only the Force to sense them.

She questioned why her training was so focused on her sexual areas, and the only answer she received was that it was necessary because she was a big-titted whore.

They progressed to mock-combat, and despite Thera’s new connection with the Force, Avegon dominated her in every match.  He wouldn’t even bother to try and bruise her with his wooden training sword.  Instead, he would use its tip to skilfully pull off her clothes, until she was naked, while Thera ineffectually swung her own sword in a futile attempt to stop him.

Once she was nude, Avegon would close in, disarm her with a single elegant twitch, push her to the ground, and then pull out his cock and rape her.

He was not gentle, and he laughed as she struggled and cried.  The first time she screamed from the pure sense of betrayal, and that made him laugh even more.

When it was done and her cunt was full of her Master’s cum, he explained why raping her was necessary.

“The dark side of the Force is powered by our emotions, bitch,” he told her.  “For some, they can draw on their anger, their fear, their hatred.  But for a stupid big-titted whore like you, such emotions are too shallow and petty to provide much power.  You will only grow strong by harnessing feelings of trauma, of pain, of helplessness, of shame, of guilt, of humiliation and of self-hatred.  As much as you hate being raped, each rape will make you stronger.”

And sure enough, he raped her twice a day after mock combat.  He used her mouth, her ass, and her tits.  He forced her to masturbate him onto her face.  He slapped her and spit on her and called her a dumb cunt and a stupid bitch and laughed at her pain and shame.

“Please stop,” she whimpered on one occasion.

“It will stop when you have the strength to stop me,” he told her.  “Use that misery.  Let it make you strong.”

He made her speak into a recorder, speaking lines he gave her.  He recorded her saying that she was stupid, that she was a big-titted whore, that she was disgusting because she let men rape her.  He had her say that her huge tits and wet cunt were gross and repellent.  He had her say that only a dumb cow would let a man see her udders and fuckhole.  He made her say that she was weak and stupid and deserved rape.

Then he would have her meditate for hours, listening to her own voice tell her those things over and over again, and he would make her rub her cunt as she listened.  The recording would also play as she slept at night.

After four months, Thera didn’t feel like she had gotten any better at sword fighting,  Avegon still overpowered her easily and had his cock into her in minutes, regardless of what she did.  But one day he took her to an ancient lost Jedi temple, and told her that she would build her first lightsaber.

She constructed a hilt with ease, and obeyed when Avegon told her to fuck herself to orgasm with it before adding in the lightsaber crystal.  But afterwards, when she went to take Khyber crystal to insert into the blade, she received hard proof that she truly was a disgusting whore.  She had selected a pretty green crystal, but when she touched it, it audibly cracked, and turned a deep red.

“Your whorish nature has corrupted the crystal, cunt,” said Avegon.  “Never mind.  Insert the whore-crystal in your blade, and make do.”

She did as she was told, and when she powered up the lightsaber, it produced an ominous red blade – very different from the bright colours of the Jedi.  It would be a constant reminder to her that she was a weak slut who deserved rape.

After that, Avegon began to take Thera on excursions to planets, to buy supplies, and to gather information about Jedi activities.  On these trips, he insisted on a special outfit for her.  It was a loose robe, in the manner of the Jedi, but she was required to wear it open at the front, so as to expose her tits and her pussy.  He would spread her pussy lips open with a kind of tape, to expose her clit, and hang small painful weights from a clamp on each of her nipples.

It was completely humiliating, and Thera wanted to die from shame every time she wore it out.  Men – and sometimes women – of all species would leer at her, clearly fantasising about using her nubile large-breasted form for their sexual fantasies.  Sometimes men would grope her, and Thera would feel she had to let them, as Avegon always warned her not to “cause trouble”.  She didn’t know what was worse – feeling the sharp claws of a Shistavenan Wolfman working their way into her pussy as her Master haggled over the price of blue milk, or letting the rough claws of a Gamorrean painfully squeeze her tits in a shady cantina, or feeling the sticky finger-suckers of a Rodian suckling on her clitoris as he offered her Master 1,000 credits to “buy the slave-slut with the oversized mammaries”.

The humiliation and violation was the point, of course.  On each trip she would shiver with shame and horror at the way everyone treated her like a brainless sex-object, and then she would come back to the ship and meditate on what a disgusting slut she had been for allowing that to happen.  It was a cycle of guilt and humiliation and self-hatred that perpetuated itself with each new day.

She asked her Master about her name, and when it would come.  He told her she would know when it was time, and told her how many great warriors of the dark side took names that reflected the emotions that powered them and the vile acts they performed.  He spoke of Darth Maul and his brother Savage Oppress, the great Sith Lords Darth Plagueis and Darth Tyrannus, and his own chosen name of “Hate”.

Thera’s training reached its culmination on one trip to Ryloth, recently liberated by Republic forces.  They were shopping in a marketplace – Thera’s tits and cunt on display as normal – when they were unlucky enough to be spotted by a patrol of four Clone Troopers.

“There they are!” said the lead trooper, in the unmistakable clone accent.  “The suspicious man, and the slut who goes everywhere with her tits out!”

Thera prepared to run, but Avegon simply turned to her and said, “Deal with them, slut.”

Deal with them?  Thera didn’t even have her lightsaber – she had left it back on the ship to avoid being identified as a Force wielder.  What was she supposed to do?

“After we detain her, we’d better check her snatch carefully for contraband,” sniggered one of the troopers.

“Can that talk, Breach,” said the lead trooper.  “We don’t molest civilians.”  He paused, and then laughed, “If she’s a terrorist, of course, I don’t see any reason why we can’t have some fun with her…”

When Thera heard the troopers laughing about the idea of raping her, something in her snapped.  Her right hand came up, and she channelled all her shame, her humiliation, her helplessness into it, and *pushed*.

The troopers were lifted off their feet and thrown sixty feet through the air, crashing into a fruit stand in an explosion of shattered timber and burst fruit.

Avegon smiled.  “Very good, bitch,” he said.  “We should go before they recover.”

And *then* they fled.

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Back on the ship, Thera found that she could repeat what had happened on the planet.  By focusing on a what a disgusting big-titted rape-deserving slut she was, she could use the Force to push, to pull, to jump high, to grab and lift.  

Further, whether she wanted it or not, she had a low background sense of every living creature nearby that was thinking sexual thoughts about her.  She could now feel Avegon wherever he went on the ship – because it seemed he was *always* thinking about raping her – and when they went to planets, she became overwhelmed by the profusion of minds focused on what her cunt would feel like if they put their dick in it.

The very night after the encounter with the Clone Troopers, she fought Avegon in combat.  And while he still won, and raped her, she managed to actually slap him across the forearm with her sword before the fight ended, bruising his skin.

The next morning she knew what her dark side name would be: Jiggletits Rape.  It was ridiculous and demeaning, and it said everything about her that needed to be said.

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Avegon began teaching her to be more sexually appealing in combat – to enter battle with her cunt so wet she was on the edge of orgasm, to wiggle her breasts as she moved, to twerk her ass when the opportunity presented itself.  He taught her to beg for rape as she fought, inviting her opponent to penetrate her pussy, to slap her face, to beat her tits, to ejaculate into her pretty mouth.  He taught her a new method of breathing which made her look like she was half-stupid with lust, desperate to be fucked.

She didn’t understand why all this was necessary, and assumed it was entirely for Avegon’s own pleasure in raping her, but she did as she was told, and she learned quickly.

On one particular horrid day, he took her to the Fleshcrafters of Usius, and had them enlarge her breasts.  Jiggletits was horrified by this.  She’d spent so much time learning that her tits were too big, and that she was disgusting because of her big tits – and now they were even *bigger*?  How much more shameful and whorish must she be as a result?  She cried for a whole day straight, which Avegon told her just made her more enjoyable to rape.

And finally the day came when Avegon told her that she would fight a Jedi.

He had found a young male Jedi Knight, alone on the planet Dantooine.  Jiggletits would confront him, and challenge him to battle.

She felt terrified.  She had never won a battle, ever.  Avegon defeated her every time they fought.  How was she supposed to beat a real Jedi?

But Avegon assured her that she was ready, and that he believed in her.  He gave her her lightsaber and sent her out to fight.

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The Jedi was handsome enough, and quite young.  He seemed disciplined, but when he saw Jiggletits approaching in her slutty robe, with her breasts and cunt bare, he immediately grew aroused – a fact that Jiggletits could sense through the Force.

“Fight me!” she snarled.  “Pay for the subjugation of my planet, Jedi scum!”  And she threw herself at him, lightsaber flaring, telling him how he should slap and beat and rape her, even as she rained down blows upon him.

The battle was short, and it was humiliating.  As young as the knight was, he made quick work of Jiggletits, blocking her attacks, and then swiping her lightsaber out of her grasp, leaving her helpless.  He used the Force to push her down to her knees.

“I should take you in for questioning…” he said – but he sounded uncertain.  He looked at her helpless, mostly naked body.

He was sweating.

And then he took out his cock.  He used the Force to push Jiggletits to the ground, and then he knelt between her legs, and he pushed his cock into her cunt.

“Forgive me,” he breathed, but he held her mouth closed with the Force in an invisible gag, so she couldn’t reply.  He humped on top of her until he reached orgasm, and Jiggletits felt his cum flooding her womb.

He scrambled off her, breathing heavily, and rearranged his robes.  

“You made me do that,” he said.  “With your… your Sith powers.  It was a mind trick… I can’t let you do it again.”

He engaged his lightsaber, and with sick horror, Jiggletits realised he was about to kill her, to prevent her ever telling anyone what he had done.  He raised it above his head – and as Jiggletits watched, the blade darkened from a bright blue colour to a sinister red.  The Jedi had been corrupted by his lust, just as Jiggletits had been.

And then, suddenly, the Jedi was lifted off his feet and hurled bodily nearly a hundred feet.  Avegon appeared, as if from nowhere, and scooped Jiggletits up in his arms.

“Well done, cunt,” he said.  With his free hand he grasped an overhead cable, leading up to the Slave Thorn above him, and then they were both rappelling up, into the Thorn’s cargo bay.

“I failed!” wept Jiggletits.  “I’m such a stupid whore.  I’m sorry, Master…”

Avegon laughed.  “Oh, Jiggletits,” he said, “I was never training you to *win*.  I told you when we first met that your tits were far too big for you to ever be anything but a whore.  You were *supposed* to lose.  What is a dead Jedi?  A corpse, nothing more.  And there will always be more Jedi.  But a *corrupted* Jedi?  A Jedi who chose to rape a defeated opponent?  That is a thing of beauty.  *That* is what will truly bring down the Jedi Order.”

He leaned down and kissed her briefly.

“This is your destiny,” he said.  “To lure Jedi after Jedi into raping you – to corrupt them one by one – until the Order is broken.  You’re going to use your cunt and your tits to destroy them.”

He rubbed her belly.

“And eventually one of them is going to put a Jedi baby into that pretty little womb of yours,” he told her.  “And – the child of two Force wielders, sired from rape in the heat of battle?  *That* will be a dark force wielder to shake the very galaxy.  History will only remember you for what went into your cunt, Jiggletits, and what comes out of it – but that was all a big-titted whore like you could have ever aspired to anyway…”

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