Six months later: Aria's physical transformation

In the half-year that had elapsed since her corruption on the shadowed planet of Degabah, Aria's transformation had been breathtakingly profound. The ambitious young Jedi Padawan, once a beacon of the light side's hope, had been irrevocably reshaped by the malignant embrace of the Sith.

The first thing Zax had done once he corrupted Aria was whisk her away to the sith capital of Korriban, where Zax formally registered her as his own daugher- a delectable trophy in his intimate circle of debauchery. When she was branded with Zax’s family crest, marking her as property, Aria came right then and there, and was so grateful she immediately began to give her master a proper rimjob in thanks. As the surrounding crowd of sith nobility began whooping at cat calling the new **** as she worshiped her daddy’s dirty smelly asshole, Aria knew she had found her home.

Over the past six months, her transformation had continued at Zax’s family estate. The first thing was her expression: Aria’s resting bitch face had morphed into a perpetual expression of carnivorous lust and adoration. Her lips, once tight with the discipline of the ****, were now permanently puckered in a lewd smile that spoke of her unbridled hunger to be filled, used, and abused by her new Sith overlord. Her eyes, once gleaming with the purity of the light side, were now like those of a lovesick whore, sparkling with a need that could never truly be satiated. The transformation had been so complete, so utterly devastating, that it was as if she had been born for this life of depravity. Every gesture she made, every word she spoke, was a testament to her absolute and utter devotion to serving the dark cock that had claimed her.

Aria's hair, once a chestnut beacon of her innocence and purity, was now styled into black pigtails that hung rebelliously at the sides of her face. They served not only served to infantilize Aria as a stark symbol of her transformation but also as convenient handles for her master during his demanding deepthroats. Her skin had been bleached to an albino white, a fashion trend rampant on Korriban that marked those who reveled in the dark side's intoxicating power. Aria had embraced it with the fervor of a zealous convert.

The pristine canvas of her skin was now etched with elaborate tattoos and runes, their inked tendrils winding up her arms and legs, encircling her torso like shackles of submission. Each mark bore a vow to Zax, each line a declaration of his supremacy over her. These runes were steeped in the ancient lore of the Sith - potent symbols where power and subservience danced together in a perverse ballet. They claimed her as Zax's possession, searing into her flesh his ownership over her body and spirit.

Her dress was audaciously revealing, clinging to every curve of her body like a second skin. It left nothing to the imagination; her supple breasts and intimate folds were on full display for anyone who dared look upon her. The fabric shimmered darkly under the dim light, reflecting the darkness that now consumed her heart and soul.

Her look was reminiscent of a sith **** pleasure whore from one of those illicit holovids, exuding an aura of intoxicating allure that was impossible to ignore. And she reveled in it. She remembered catching Zax's approving gaze once as he observed her transformation from afar during their second month together.

Now, Aria was a sight to behold, draped in the scandalous attire of a Dromund Kaas pleasure servant. The centerpiece of her attire was a **** collar, its obsidian black hue stark against the pale elegance of her slender neck. This tangible symbol of submission had become an adored ornament she wore with audacious pride. Every time she caught sight of the dark band in the mirror, a thrill ran through her - it was as if Zax's firm hand was always there, his grip both possessive and reassuring. The collar served not just as decoration but as a constant reminder that she belonged to him - every thought, every curve, every inch of her soul was his to command.

And she reveled in it, basking in the knowledge that she had been broken, that she had been remade in his image. For in her submission, she had found a new kind of power - the power to please, to serve, to be used until she was nothing but a sobbing, cum-stained mess at his feet. And that was all she ever wanted to be. His nasty dark daughter and his living testament to the might of the patriarchy.

However, this did not deter Aria; rather it stoked the embers of an erotic desire within her. She yearned for his protection and favor, finding an odd allure in the unbalanced power dynamic he meticulously crafted. The knowledge that she was lesser than him because she wasn't a pureblood Sith or even male made her feel dirty...and it turned her on immensely.

She reveled in this newfound sense of submissive pleasure, luxuriating in every derogatory word he uttered and every possessive touch he bestowed upon her lithe body. Each day brought forth new depths of degradation and objectification under Zax's domineering hand – each one more thrilling than the last – solidifying Aria’s place as his obedient and utterly corrupted Sith slut.

When Aria first arrived, she had been nervous after seeing the other sith pleasure slaves. How could she compete with the big titted plump assed, pleasure slaves with dick sucking lips? One night she cried herself to sleep fearing she would never be good enough for her daddy.

But her Daddy was so kind to her, promising she would soon be a reflection of the Sith whores that surrounded her. In an act of ruthless dominance, Zax kidnapped an alien family from a sith occupied world, their innocence making them the perfect sacrificial lambs for a potent Sith ritual. The echoes of their tortured cries filled the cold, stone chamber as he snuffed out their lives, one by one, each **** a testament to his unyielding power. Their life essence poured into Aria, reshaping her into the epitome of a submissive Sith seductress.

With every life taken, Aria felt herself changing. The dark energy surged through her body like a wild river, reshaping her form according to Zax's twisted desires. Her tits swelled larger and fuller under her tight Sith attire, voluptuous and ripe for the plucking. Her ass rounded out, becoming plump, enticing and begging for the invasion of his cock. Her lips became swelled to a seductive pout, as if made for sucking dick. The physical transformation was exhilarating, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her veins.

Aria could already feel the raw energy buzzing beneath her skin, waiting to be harnessed and molded into something that would serve her master's desires even more.

A wicked smile stretched across Aria's face as she admired herself later that night after the ritual. She reveled in how much more pleasing she would be for him now. How much more readily he would take her in his arms and claim what was rightfully his.

Her mind began to wander towards other possibilities - other ways she could use this newfound power to further please Zax. She imagined drawing more aliens into their web of corruption; using them not just as fuel for their rituals but also as tools to enhance her beauty for him.Who cared how many stupid alien cattle died as long as she looked like the perfect demented sith slut for her daddy?

The thought brought a flush to Aria's cheeks and a gleam in her eyes that reflected both excitement and unadulterated lust for power. No sacrifice seemed too great if it meant becoming an even better servant for Master Zax.