Aria's finale

Aria knew she had to quickly become adept at understanding Zax's distinct tastes. One particular indulgence stood out from the rest: his predilection for having his toys perform deepthroat on him. Aria, always a quick learner, adapted to her new role as Zax's plaything with an eagerness that surprised even herself.

She sought advice and tips from other slaves and handmaidens in the Sith Empire, each more experienced than herself in pleasing their masters. They shared their techniques and tricks with Aria, who soaked up every word like a sponge thirsting for knowledge. She learned about the importance of relaxation and breathing control, about pacing and depth perception.

Once, Aria had practiced her lightsaber training every day. Now, Aria instead practiced diligently on a colossal dildo she had acquired for this very purpose. The size was intimidating at first but she persevered, training her gag reflex to accommodate its girth. Each session was accompanied by her rehearsing the exact gagging noises that Zax savored - a symphony of moans that echoed through their quarters.

Aria approached her studies with a fervent desire to earn Zax's approval, viewing him as the ultimate authority figure she sought to please. Each task and training session became a canvas for her dedication to mastering the intricate sith pleasure techniques he presented.

As she honed her skills, Aria found herself becoming aroused by these practice sessions. The mere thought of providing pleasure to Zax stirred something within her - a perverse satisfaction that made her shiver with anticipation. She would never cum, she knew those climaxes were for Daddy and not her, but she went hazy with pleasure imagining the delight etched across Zax's face when he would finally experience her improved technique.

Aria was perched on her knees, her red eyes shimmering with a fervent determination. Her new purpose was clear: to use every skill she had honed in her training for Zax's pleasure. As he stood before her, an imposing figure of crude masculinity, she took a deep breath and leaned forward.

Her tongue traced the length of him, exploring every ridge and curve with curious precision. She could feel his power pulsating beneath her touch, his arousal feeding into hers in a darkly intoxicating cycle. She flicked her tongue against the sensitive tip, earning a guttural groan from Zax that sent shivers of satisfaction through her.

She opened wide as Zax gripped a fistful of her back pigtails hair, guiding himself into the warm cavern of her mouth. When her pretty little mouth had first been claimed by her Daddy, she had just been along for the ride. Now, she was an expert. His rough thrusts were met with calculated control on Aria's part - she relaxed her throat muscles and allowed him to delve deeper each time.

She discovered how to manipulate her tongue, curling it around his girth even as she descended further down his length. She learned to control her breathing, taking quick gasps of air before plunging back into the depths. And most importantly, she found a perverse enjoyment in the tears that welled up in her eyes from the effort – not from pain or humiliation, but from the sheer ecstasy it brought her.

The grunts and groans Zax emitted as he thrust into her eager mouth sent shivers down her spine and waves of arousal pooling between her legs. Each time he shoved himself all the way to the base, pushing past any semblance of restraint until she was nothing more than a cocksleeve for his pleasure, she reveled in it. The vibrations of his guttural sounds against her lips were like sweet music to Aria's ears.

Drool cascaded from her lips uncontrollably, a symbol of her complete surrender to his will. In this act of debasement, she found herself reveling in the degradation, understanding that every whimper and shudder elicited from her added to Zax's delight. Her self-worth eroded with each passing moment as she willingly debased herself for his twisted gratification.

And through it all, Aria felt an overwhelming sense of joy knowing that Zax was there with her - guiding and protecting her in this world they shared. His satisfaction was hers too; every moan and grunt he made served as affirmation that she was pleasing him just as he wished. She bathed in this knowledge, letting it wash over her until she was drenched with desire and gratitude for their intimate connection.

With a guttural growl, Zax reached his climax. His hot seed spurted into her mouth, filling it with his essence. Aria didn't falter, keeping her lips sealed around him as each wave of pleasure pulsed through his body and into her waiting mouth. Not a single drop escaped her lips.

Opening her mouth wide, she showed him the pool of his release collected on her tongue. Her red eyes sparkled mischievously under the dim light, holding his gaze as she swallowed slowly, deliberately. The sight was an intoxicating blend of innocence and debauchery – a stark contrast to the Jedi principles she once held dear. She closed her mouth with an audible gulp, leaving no doubt that she had taken every last bit of him within herself - an act of submission that only deepened their shared pleasure.

Suddenly, his grip tightened in her hair as he praised her efforts between ragged breaths. "Such a good girl... You're taking me so well." His words echoed through Aria's mind like a sweet melody. They ignited something within her - validation blooming into a full-blown desire to please, to be the best for him.

As Zax's praise washed over her, a sudden wave of pleasure crashed through Aria. Her body trembled in response, an orgasm rippling through her as she continued to service him with newfound fervor. His words were more than just compliments - they were affirmations of her progress, of her transformation into the perfect Sith plaything.

And for Aria Lariel, that was all that mattered now. She had found a new source of satisfaction - not in the Jedi code or in any accolades she might have earned before but in pleasing Zax and serving his dark desires.

The transformation of Aria delved far beyond mere physical changes. Sacrifices marked her journey into the forbidden Sith techniques, where she plundered villages and spilled innocent blood, all in pursuit of her father's twisted joy.

The once confident Jedi Padawan now radiated a corrupted power, blending seduction with authority in every movement. Her demeanor shed the cloak of shyness, replaced by atmosphere of deranged **** that whispered of the dark forces she had embraced.

Aria had never felt so alive, each new day a thrilling adventure filled with the potential for both **** and ecstasy. Her thoughts swirled with dark delights, dreaming of the myriad ways she could indulge in the power dynamics that now ruled her existence. Perhaps one day she would stumble upon a padawan ripe for the plucking, eager to watch her Daddy corrupt the girl's soul while Aria played with her own slick cunny, her fingers dancing in and out of her wetness. Or maybe, just maybe, they would stumble upon a coven of those despicable matriarchal witches, their pathetic attempts at power a joke in the face of true Sith might. The idea of watching those arrogant females kneel before her new master, their eyes filled with terror as they were **** to recognize the natural order, brought a wicked smile to her lips.

For now, though, she had a task to complete. She and redheaded whore belonging to master had been locked in a passionate 69 for what felt like an eternity, their mouths and pussies a maelstrom of pleasure. The redhead's nimble digits played with Aria's anal plug, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body like a dark tide. In mere moments, Zax would enter this chamber, his presence like a storm of darkness, ready to claim them both as his playthings.

The redhead's mouth was a warm, wet sanctuary, her tongue dancing around Aria's clit in a delicious rhythm that made her entire body tremble. She could feel the other slut's own arousal, the scent of her need filling the air like an incense of carnality. The very idea that they would soon be claimed by their master's cock was almost too much to bear.

The sound of approaching footsteps made her quiver with excitement. It was almost time. The redhead's ministrations grew more urgent, her tongue flicking faster, her teeth grazing Aria's sensitive flesh. The door to the chamber swung open, revealing Zax in all his malevolent glory, his cock already hard and demanding.

Aria looked up, her eyes glazed with lust, her lips swollen and bruised from the redhead's attentions. She knew she would be used like the good daughter she was, and she couldn’t imagine life any other way.