Sith Lord Zax - a Jedi Corruption story

Content warning: This is a story about an unrepentant pig headed misogynist gaslighting and corrupting women into being little more than his tools and slaves. It will include scenes of rough sex, misogynistic and patriarchal beliefs, and emotional manipulation. My kinks are not my politics.

Other notes: I wish I could do more of a slow burn corruption, but I really don't have the patience for it. My plan is to have each of the women Zax encounters transformed after about 6 or 7 chapters. Comment if you have ideas or plans for specific ones.

I also heavily utilize AI in the writing/generation process. If that makes my story not for you, apologies!

In the shadowy recesses of a forsaken cave on Dagobah, Zax, a Sith brute in his mid-20s, skulked like a grotesque specter. His monstrous form was an insult to all notions of beauty, a vivid demonstration of the hideousness that unchecked power and indulgence could spawn. He was a creature birthed from darkness and perversion, his very existence epitomizing the warped Sith philosophy that perceived others as mere tools in their relentless chase for dominance.

His body was a revolting spectacle; layers of fat hung from his frame like sagging drapery, concealing any trace of the muscularity he might have once possessed. His skin bore the rough texture of ancient bark, pockmarked with darkened scales that were reminiscent more of some vile reptile than a humanoid being. The stench that wafted from him was an **** on the senses - a nauseating blend of rancid sweat and festering filth.

His hair clung greasily to his scalp in tangled clumps; each strand seemed to be fighting its own battle against cleanliness and order. It framed a face only a mother could love - if she were blind and bereft of all sense. His eyes were small and piggy; they gleamed with malicious intent in the dim light filtering through the alleyway's grime-streaked walls.

Zax's lips curled into a cruel sneer as he sensed his prey drawing near. There was no joy or anticipation in his gaze – only cold calculation and predatory hunger. To him, others were merely tools to be used and discarded at whim; their desires, dreams or fears mattered not to him unless they served his ends.

Zax's malignant nature was on full display in every facet of his existence. His scorn for empathy and compassion was as clear as day, communicated through a derisive snort whenever such virtues were mentioned. He remained utterly indifferent to the plights of those unfortunate enough to cross his path, treating them with a cold disregard that chilled the soul. The question of whether he was born an unfeeling beast or molded into one by his affluent upbringing remained unanswered. Yet, it mattered little in the grand scheme of things; Zax saw himself as superior to all others due to his birthright.

Despite being largely bereft of talent, there was one area where Zax excelled: Sith **** corruption. This dark power, unique to him and few others in the Sith Empire, allowed him to manipulate individuals' beliefs and physical forms to suit his nefarious purposes. It was a potent tool that he wielded with ruthless efficiency, bending others' wills until they served him without question. This ability allowed him to exert control over others using the dark energy of the **** - a testament not only to his birthright but also to his relentless pursuit of dominance at any cost.

Zax had dabbled with his intoxicating influence on Korriban, taming unruly slaves one day and driving insurgents to the brink of madness with desire until they betrayed their comrades on another. But he was primed for a more tantalizing quarry: the Jedi. He had detected the Padawan's aura from three parsecs away, a type-A perfectionist, an overachiever hailing from humble beginnings. Likely journeying to Dagobah in pursuit of "deeper understanding" of the ****. A wicked grin spread across his face as he found himself getting hard: he would indeed be the one to provide her with a profound... awakening.