Twi'lek by Katakanasta
The Sith lord Darth Rak’Ko smiled as he
lowered his twin lightsabers, the bodies of the ancient Sith guards
crumpling around him as he slowly walked to the central pedestal of the
ago old temple and the prize set upon it. The Sith holocron, vessel to
the powerful teachings of a long dead dark side master pulsed in the
force even in its dormant state. It had been this very sensation which
had drawn the Sith lord to discover the temple in the first place and it
was for this priceless artifact that he had sacrificed the lives of his
men in the harrowing expedition to plunder its secrets.
As he approached the holocron opened slowly and a deep red light spilled from it, sending ripples of dark side energy out thru the force like a physical wave. In his mind, Rak’Ko heard the voice of the long dead Sith master as if he where standing next to him.
“I do not know you, Twik’lek. What makes you think you are worthy of delving into my secrets?”
Rak’Ko rose to his full hight and in his most booming voice declared, “My name is Darth Rak’Ko, Dark Lord of the Sith and rightful hair to the Sith Empire of Darth Malak the Bold! I am here to claim your knowledge as my rightful due as the future Emperor.”
“Oh by the stars, not another one of you upstarts...” The holocron sighs wearily. “Look I can see into your soul young Sith and while their is some potential their, your pride in your masculinity and your unchecked egomania will lead to the ruination of any lasting government you try to build. Do the Sith order a favor and leave the Empire building to someone less...” It paused as if to think then suggested, “Meat headed?”
Rak’ko’s eyes narrowed and he drew up his twin sabers. “I will not be talked down to like this, ghost! I will rebuilt the Empire with your help or with the smoldering remains of your toy crushed under my boot!”
The holocron’s voice piped in quickly. “Alright, alright! I can see your set on this corse. It is clear if the order is to survive, you must be properly... Trained.” Its voice took on a more friendly tone, though an edge of bemused coldness remained. “And I think I know just the training regime to solve both of our problems.”
As he approached the holocron opened slowly and a deep red light spilled from it, sending ripples of dark side energy out thru the force like a physical wave. In his mind, Rak’Ko heard the voice of the long dead Sith master as if he where standing next to him.
“I do not know you, Twik’lek. What makes you think you are worthy of delving into my secrets?”
Rak’Ko rose to his full hight and in his most booming voice declared, “My name is Darth Rak’Ko, Dark Lord of the Sith and rightful hair to the Sith Empire of Darth Malak the Bold! I am here to claim your knowledge as my rightful due as the future Emperor.”
“Oh by the stars, not another one of you upstarts...” The holocron sighs wearily. “Look I can see into your soul young Sith and while their is some potential their, your pride in your masculinity and your unchecked egomania will lead to the ruination of any lasting government you try to build. Do the Sith order a favor and leave the Empire building to someone less...” It paused as if to think then suggested, “Meat headed?”
Rak’ko’s eyes narrowed and he drew up his twin sabers. “I will not be talked down to like this, ghost! I will rebuilt the Empire with your help or with the smoldering remains of your toy crushed under my boot!”
The holocron’s voice piped in quickly. “Alright, alright! I can see your set on this corse. It is clear if the order is to survive, you must be properly... Trained.” Its voice took on a more friendly tone, though an edge of bemused coldness remained. “And I think I know just the training regime to solve both of our problems.”
Dark Jedi Twi'lek by JosephB222
“Apprentice! Come to me at once!” Darth Rak’Ko bellowed, his higher pitched voice sounding odd as it echoed thru the dark halls of the Fist of Vengeance, capital ship of the Sith armada. Never the less the sound still carried with it the weight of command and the soldiers and crew snapped to attention as the masters apprentice, Darth Sendril hurried to obey his order. The master had locked himself in his meditation room since returning to the Fist with his prized holocron, commanding that none disturb his training.
Sendril had been suspicious of the holocron and her masters long isolation, more so after her sharp Shistavanen nose had begun to pick up on strange smells coming from the meditation room, yet she did not dare defy the orders of her master. Though like all Sith she hoped to one day defeat and usurp her teacher, she also truly believed that he would one day fulfill his self proclaimed destiny of rebuilding the old Empire, uniting the scattered Sith factions under a single banner, one she might then be able to claim after his death. Till then she needed him safe and active in his efforts, a difficult challenge as he had a bad habit of blinding rushing into terrible danger, believing fully in his own indestructibility and infallibility. With the tricky nature of holocorns, she had begun to worry that her master had fallen victim to some terrible trap or safeguard in the device and was thus relived to finally hear his summons.
She swept into his meditation chamber and dropped at once into a deep bow, placing a clawed hand on the deck and lifting the other to her master in a sign of supplication. “My lord, how may I serve you?”
Her master’s laugh was as high and strange as his call, yet it had lost none of its arrogance. “Raise your head and look upon me, my young apprentice.” He chuckled as Darth Sendril looked up and let out an audible gasp.
“M-My lord?” She stammered, hardly believing her own eyes. Before her, standing tall and proud in her masters meditation room and carrying both of his ignited red lightsabers was not the tall and handsome Twik’lek she had faithfully served for so many long years, but a strange woman wearing a tight and revealing one piece. The woman’s body was slimmer then that of her master, though her wide hips and impressive chest gave her an hourglass shape, accentuating her soft features and giving her the over all look of an exotic dancer or Hutt pleasure slave. Yet even with so little in common with her master, she exuded the same arrogant and malevolent air and while her presence in the force was no where near as strong as her masters, it had the same feeling to it.
“Impressive, am I not?” The woman asked extending her arms and turning herself slightly to give off a better view of her body. “Am I not the peak definition of masculine perfection?”
“Masculine?” Sendail’ asked, her voice sounding distant in her own ears as her mind raced to make sense of everything she was seeing.
“Am I not?” Darth Rak’Ko pouted and shifted further. “Tell me young one, can you truly tell me you have ever seen anyone as handsome and manly as me? I think not! The power of the holocorn has unlocked wells of power and strength even I was unaware I had!” She lightly patted her ample rump. “While it is true that to reshape my body I have been forced to lock away part of my force ability, it is a small price to pay for such power.”
“My lord...” Sendail began slowly as she noticed the red light of the holocorn bathing the far end of the room. “Do you think... This new training regime is... Healthy for you?” She reflexively stepped back as her masters eyes narrowed, years of experience warning her not to push him... Her to far. “While your changes are... Impressive, your presence in the force is weak. I fear that if you pursue this corse, you may soon find yourself... Permanently altering yourself and cutting yourself from the force all together.”
Darth Rak’Ko’s eyes narrowed further, than a sly smile crossed her face. “I know what this is.” She chuckled low and huskily. “Your worried you won’t be able to resist my pure machismo if I go further!” She lifted a hand to her mouth as she began to laugh even harder. “Oh its all so clear now, but don’t worry dear apprentice, I doubt any woman will be able to keep themselves from throwing themselves at me once I have finished. Yours is simply a weakness of your sex.” She shot Sandaled a sultry look. “Now be a good girl and run along. Once daddy is finished, he’ll give you what your so clearly craveing.”
Darth Sendail opened her mouth to say something, then closed it and turned to leave. She was not sure what the holocorn was doing and if her master could be saved from it, but at the moment, she truly did not care. Let ‘him’ find out all about the ’weakness’ of her sex if ‘he’ wasn’t going to listen to her.
Twi'lek slave trade by Yneddt
It had been only two standard months since Darth Rak’Ko had discovered the ancient Sith holocorn and begun his training in the secret techniques it had promised to share with him and yet it had already fundamentally and permanently altered both his body and connection to the force. Thru strict body control practices and liberal uses of forbidden force channeling processes, his body had been transformed from a tall and physically strong male twi’lek to something all together feminine and lovely. This process had required a grate sacrifice to accomplish and that sacrifice had come in his ability to reach out to and manipulate the living force itself. All of this, the holocron explained, was simply the first step towered achieving ultimate power, a lie Darth Rak’Ko had been far to eager to believe.
In his arrogance, the Sith lord had convinced himself that he was not only still fully in control of the situation, but that he was also still just as powerful and masculine as he ever was. When his body had changed, he told himself that his growing breasts were hardening muscle and his shrinking cock, a sign of virility. When his own apprentice started a coup and had him imprisoned, he rationalized it off as a minor draw back and the way he escaped as ‘over powering’ the guards. Even stripped of his clothes, his lightsaber and any trace of his old identity, he was certain that his ultimate mastery over the holocron’s secrets and his inevitable rise were both just about in reach.
So when the holocorn spoke to him and promised to reveal the final test to unlock his true potential, Darth Rak’Ko listen with rapped attention.
“Darth Rak’Ko, you have done excellently in following my instructions up to this point.” The holocron’s rasping voice sounded pleased, though it had never lost the tinge of bemused smugness which so irritated the dark lord. “But now I fear even one as strong and manly as you might not have what it takes to-“
“Do not doubt me!” Rak’Ko’s voice was high and soft, a far cry from its old base rumble. “I will master this power and use it to punish my traitorous disciple!” His breasts jiggled slightly as he breathed heavily, an angry pout spreading over his face. “I will not forgive her or any other honorees whore who thinks she can cross me! Me! The future emperor of the galaxy!”
“Oh yes, can’t let her go off and despoil your lovely future empire with an over abundance of competence and vision.” The holocron mused dryly. “But to accomplish the final task will require you to part from me, for once you are done with it, you shall no longer need any further lessons that I can teach.”
“What is this test?” Rak’Ko demanded, stomping one bare foot on the sandy ground. “I tire of your delaying! Tell me now so that I may hurry along to the hour of my vengeance!”
The holocron was silent for a few seconds then proclaimed, “For your final test, you must sell yourself to the crime boss Huto The Hutt! Their, amongst his slave girls you will find the ultimate power you so desperately crave!”
Rak’Ko blinked and looked at the holocron dubiously. “Why would I sell myself to a Hutt? And why would I be put amongst his slave girls?”
The holocorn chuckled. “Well for the first why, because once you have found a place amongst the salve girls, their... Feminine energy will combine with your manly spirt to create an ultimate... Fusion and allow you to truly become the ultimate male.”
Rak’Ko thought about this for a short time before finally nodding. “That does make sense.” He scratched ideally at his smooth crotch and asked, “But then how am I meant to get into the slave girls areas? I doubt Huto would just let one of his male slaves spend time with the girls. I certainly never did.”
“Ah that is part of the test!” The holocorn chuckled agin. “For with all that I have taught you, you should be able to easily convince Huto and his men that you are, in fact, a
woman! The power of the dark side will cloud their minds and make them see you as a beautiful slave girl.”
“Even with my reduced use of the force?”
“I guarantee it.” The holocron pulsed. “In fact, if I did not know any better, I would say that you already had me fooled just by your thinking it.”
“Then I no longer have any need of you.” Rak’Ko tossed the holocron aside and stood off toward his bold new future. The holorcron wondered how long after being slapped in chains and taken away from its own radius of influence the Sith lord would realize the extent of its deception. It hardly mattered, for once bought and paid for, no amount of explaining how one of his new slave girls was actually a former powerful Sith warlord would convince Huto to release her. Her fate was now sealed and the fait of the new Sith Empire safely out of the hands of a dangerously inept pretender to the throne.
One day perhaps a Sith of that new empire would come to find the holocron and perhaps that one would be worthy of learning the true secrets it held within. Till that though, the holocron would seal itself and wait.
“Even with my reduced use of the force?”
“I guarantee it.” The holocron pulsed. “In fact, if I did not know any better, I would say that you already had me fooled just by your thinking it.”
“Then I no longer have any need of you.” Rak’Ko tossed the holocron aside and stood off toward his bold new future. The holorcron wondered how long after being slapped in chains and taken away from its own radius of influence the Sith lord would realize the extent of its deception. It hardly mattered, for once bought and paid for, no amount of explaining how one of his new slave girls was actually a former powerful Sith warlord would convince Huto to release her. Her fate was now sealed and the fait of the new Sith Empire safely out of the hands of a dangerously inept pretender to the throne.
One day perhaps a Sith of that new empire would come to find the holocron and perhaps that one would be worthy of learning the true secrets it held within. Till that though, the holocron would seal itself and wait.
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