Aria begins to crack

Aria's breath snagged in her throat, her chest constricting as a deluge of self-doubt drowned her. The brutal honesty of Zax's words echoed within the cavernous depths of her mind, each repetition fracturing her once steadfast resolve. His influence was pernicious, infiltrating every nook and cranny of her psyche, warping and sculpting it under the relentless pressure of his dark power.

She found herself questioning everything she held dear: Was she simply destined to be a nameless face on some forgotten Outer Rim world? Had the Jedi been feeding her empty platitudes about her progress all along? Was she just some stupid cunt trying to punch above her weight?

His **** was like a black vortex, pulling at the threads of her self-worth and unwinding them one by one. Each thread represented a belief she held about herself: strong, independent, capable. But now, under his relentless onslaught, those threads were unraveling rapidly. Why has she ever wanted independence? It was a scary world out there: she needed help.

She was small and insignificant - just a naive girl lost in the vast cosmos. The once proud Padawan now saw herself as nothing more than a puppet on strings, waiting for someone to pull them and guide her movements.

The heat radiating from deep within her core was becoming harder to ignore. It wasn't just physical arousal but something more profound—a primal need for guide in this dark universe that gnawed at the edges of her consciousness. She was terrified yet strangely drawn towards this newfound sensation.

“What are you going to do with me?” she whispered into the void between them, each word laced with uncertainty and fear but also tinged with an unspoken anticipation. Her question hung heavy in the air around them—an admission that she was no longer in control but rather at the mercy of this repugnant man.

"Perhaps I should simply abandon you here," Zax sneered, his voice echoing ominously in the desolate surroundings. "Just another insignificant speck of dust left to be crushed under the relentless march of time."

In the wake of his biting remarks, a silence fell over them, as profound and piercing as the void of space. Zax watched Aria, her face a tableau of inner turmoil. The certainty that once lit her emerald eyes was now replaced with an unsettling fear - not just of him, but an existential dread that seemed to consume her from within.

The look on her face wasn't merely one of despair; it was desperation. It was the realization that despite everything she'd learned about right and wrong, about power and servitude, she found herself yearning for his oppressive presence. He had become her refuge amidst chaos, an ironic sanctuary in their cruel galaxy.

"No..." Aria's voice was a mere whisper, barely audible over the howling winds. "You're right... I'm worthless... The Jedi will never accept me back after this disgrace. What... what can I do?"

Zax reveled in her unraveling, a wicked grin spreading across his lips as he drank in her admission. His dark essence of corruption throbbed within him, and he found himself smiling as his cock got hard looking at the young Aria. Zax reveled in the irony; a female Jedi, supposedly one of the most powerful beings in the universe, yet beneath all her bravado and intense training, she was just another females. A creature built for control and subjugation. The Jedi Council and these modern Sith were foolishly empowering their females, putting silly thoughts in their head they had something to offer the galaxy.

He would rectify that error with Aria soon enough. The thought of transforming this sanctimonious stuck up Jedi bitch until she was eagerly rimming him and lapping up his smegma was heady - evidence that no matter how lofty their aspirations or how much power they commanded, women were forever destined for subordination.

He chuckled again at the deliciously repulsive thought of what he would make her do next. Her mouth would become intimately acquainted with every inch of his body - from tonguing the sweat-soaked crevices between his rolls of fat to slurping up whatever filth accumulated under his crusty scales. She'd be gagging on more than just his cock by the time he was done with her. And the whole time, she’d be happier in her new place than she ever had been as a jedi.

By the time he'd finished reshaping this 'Jedi prodigy' into little more than his little sith tool, she'd be less than the six-credit whore her mother had been. Because at least her mother got paid for the disgusting acts she performed. Aria would be the most degraded lowest of sith pleasure whores while not charging a single credit.

He stretched his influence towards her weakening barriers, nudging them further into desolation and drawing her nearer to seeking his guidance. He snickered quietly at the image crystallizing in his mind - her once dignified persona now diminished to a fawning subordinate, ready to cater to him in any humiliating manner he desired.

His words were laced with dark power as he continued to undermine her self-worth. "You've failed them," he said coldly. "Failed yourself." Each statement was calculated to deepen her sense of worthlessness, each syllable designed to push her further towards surrendering herself completely to him.

The ominous aura of dark energy that Zax emanated was nearly tangible, a foreboding cloak that ensnared Aria, muddling her ability to reason and exacerbating her sense of insufficiency and despair.

"You…you are right…," she said, her voice trembling with desperation. "I... I need guidance. What... what should I do next?”