The DARK Lord of the Sith 
copyright 2005 by Stormbringer 
Revised 2010


"Your wife must really love you," said Tony, shaking his head
while he brought up files on his computer.

George grinned. "I don't know what I did to deserve her." He
looked over at the big black man. Tony Daniels was a former pro
football player thanks to a busted knee.

"Hot babes like Carrie do not belong with a geek like you."

"Oh there's more Tony, but I shouldn't say anything." George
picked up the hard plastic Darth Vader mask. He glanced at the
full Vader regalia hanging on the back of their office door.

"What's that there, buddy?"

"I shouldn't say, but I will. Under the Leia robe, Carrie's gonna
wear the slave girl outfit from Jabba's barge. What do you say to
that?"

Tony shrugged. "What should I say?"

"Did you even see Return Of The Jedi?"

"Yeah, bro. That's the one where Kirk fought the Klingons."
"Aaargh," screamed George in frustration.

Tony's deep voice chuckled. "I know the outfit. It's one of the
few things that I remember from Star Wars. Thinking of your wife
in that outfit makes me jealous."

George grinned. Women lined up for a date with Tony. He was
handsome, muscular, rich, and semi-famous. George could best be
described as completely nondescript. People looked past him and
forgot him moments after meeting him. He did come off as open and
honest. He worked for ten years to get where he was in the
consulting firm. Tony's charm and fame had him rising (and rumor
had it soon surpassing) to George's equal. It was George's
realistic nature to both understand and accept the situation
without any bitterness. The only way George had landed a hot babe
like Carrie was the fact that his wife was one of those rarest of
creatures, the sexy female geek. They had both gone stag to a
Star Wars midnight marathon. They kept staring at each other
until Carrie got up and joined George. Their first date was a
midnight opening of episode one and their wedding night was spent
at a midnight showing of episode 2. "Tonight will be the best
night of my life."

Mr. Harrison, the vice president, stuck his head in the door.
"Gentlemen. We got trouble with the Portman account. Prowse I
need you in Chicago yesterday."

"Me? But..."

"I'd send Tony, but Lucas Portman doesn't care for blacks. Sorry
Tony."

"No problem, boss."

Harrison pulled car keys out of his pocket. "Take the Ford, it's
the fastest car in the city."   George slouched back in his chair
after Mr. Harrison left. "Shit!"

"Sorry, bro."

George glanced at the clock and quickly pressed a button on his
phone. The phone dialed his house. He let it ring five times
before hanging up. "Damn! Carrie must be on her way here
already."

"I'll explain to her what happened."

"Thanks."

"Prowse why are you still here?" yelled Mr. Harrison.

"Leaving now, sir." The harried man grabbed his laptop. "Tony, if
I'm not back by Monday, take my costume back to the shop will
you?"

"Sure. Have a safe trip." Tony picked up the Vader mask. The
thing even had a voice masking device in it. A large grin slowly
spred across the black man’s face.

*************

Carrie walked inside O'Brien’s, the Irish pub on the ground floor
of her husband's office building. A banner above her read: Ninth
annual O'Brien's Halloween costume party tonight.

Carrie resembled Amidala more then her namesake. She had long
curly brown hair, dark eyes, and a beauty mark above her lips.
However, where Amidala was almost too skinny, Carrie had the body
of a calendar pin-up girl. She'd tied a black belt too tightly
around her white robe so that her costume stretched out over her
large bosom. The male patrons at the pub all turned to look at
her, every pair of eyes moving from her pretty face straight to
her breasts.

Carrie had her hair tied up in buns and carried a toy Star Wars
blaster from Wal-mart. She didn't see her husband yet, so she
headed over to the bar for a beer. Carrie scouted out the
competition. Three guys were dressed as the three stooges. There
were some zombies, ghosts, and witches. There were two sexy women
present. One was a genie and the other the modern Halle Berry
catwoman, though it was a white woman in the costume. Both women
were attracting a lot of male attention even though catwoman was
with a tall dark figure. Carrie thought it might be George, but
when the man turned she saw batman ears on the mask.

Carrie turned back to her drink and was taking a sip when the
deep voice behind her said, "Inform the troops, Lord Vader has
arrived."

"You've been practicing the voice, I see," she said, turning
around. Carrie felt a shiver go through her when she saw her
husband, Her face reflected back at her from those dark
reflective eyes. The Darth Vader costume, made him look taller,
powerful, more imposing. She wanted to take him home and make
love to him right then and there. "Want a drink?"

"No. I'm keeping the mask on."

"Hungry?"

"I ate."

"You look incredible."

"You too, princess."

"Wait till you see me out of this robe."

"I can't wait." The voice changer in the mask also made Vader
breathing sounds.

"But you're my father, perv" said Carrie in mock indignation. She
turned to the bartender and ordered some broccoli bites. "I'll
let my hair down at home and switch to Amidala for the sex.
Where's Tony?"

"Not his thing. He's off to Chicago.

"Good."

"Good? Why is that good, princess?"

"You know I don't care for Tony, George. He walks around with a
swagger like he's god's gift to women and he seems to prefer
white women."

"They don't seem to complain."

"Whatever! The races shouldn't mix. Plus he's taking your
promotion. What took you so long anyway?"

Sorry, we had to work late."

"That's fine, Lord Vader. We don't have to wait much longer for
the costume contest."

Not long after Carrie had finished eating, O'Brien stood up on
stage and announced that the contest would began. Costumed
patrons lined up beside the stage. Most of the patrons weren't
dressed and remained at the bar or at tables. "The three
stooges," said O'Brien. The three men were good, doing a stooges
routine. They got a spattering of applause. Not surprisingly the
sexy genie and catwoman each got a lot of applause. "Darth Vader
and Princess Leia." Carrie climbed on stage and fired at the
crowd with her toy blaster. George activated his light saber. It
was a plastic collapsible toy. The red plastic shot out and he
turned the flashlight on. It even made light saber noises. The
crowd was unenthused, but some of George's coworkers applauded
loudly.

"Thank you," said O'Brien. "I'm going to call our finalists up.
The winner of our contest will get $200 in gift certificates.
First, Jeannie and I will be dreaming of her tonight." The pretty
blonde in the genie costume crossed her arms and made like the TV
character did when using magic, nodding her head and blinking her
eyes. She got a lot of applause. "The three stooges". The three
guys returned to the stage, but their reception was poorer then
the genie's. "Batman and catwoman." Catwoman cracked a toy whip.
The woman was very sexy and the men cheered loudly for her.
Batman took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Batman's
hands squeezed her leather clad ass. "Get a room," said O'Brien.
"Lastly, Darth Vader and Princess Leia."

George's coworkers were less enthused this time. Vader surveyed
the room.

"I think we have our winner. You may step down," said O'Brien.

"No," said Vader. He reached his gloved hand behind Carrie's robe
and found the zipper.

"Ah George, what are you doing?" Carrie was facing the bar crowd.
Everyone in the bar was staring at her and the looming figure in
black behind her.

"This crowd wants sexy and we're going to give them sexy,"
whispered Vader in Carrie's ear. He unzipped the robe and pulled
it down while skillfully removing her belt.

"George don't..." but it was too late. The noisy bar turned
silent before the robe even fell around Carrie's feet. Carrie's
face turned red. The slave girl outfit was several sizes to small
for her breasts. The brown material resembled hide with several
straps wrapping around her back. Hide curtains hung from a belt
around her waist covering her crotch and her ass, but leaving her
legs completely bare. A collar with a chain hung around her neck.
She froze horrified before bending to remove her boots and giving
the crowd a view of her cleavage.

Then the stunned male crowd broke out in applause. Men whistled.
One cried, "I'd like to Leia her." One of George's coworkers
shouted, "Way to go, George."

Carrie stepped out of her boots. George grabbed her clothes
before she could get them. "Yes, we definitely have a winner,"
said O'Brien ogling Carrie's belly. "Ladies and gentlemen, the
winner of O'Briens ninth annual Halloween costume party is Darth
Vader and Princess Leia." The men continued to applaud. "You
going to take off that mask, George?" asked O'Brien, handing him
the envelope full of gift certificates.

"I would, but I'm horribly burned and disfigured underneath."

"O'Brien chuckled. "Always in character. "You're a nerd, but a
damn lucky one." The pub owner stared openly at Carrie's sexy
body.

Carrie walked barefooted over to the bar and downed the rest of
her beer. She immediately found three shots in front of her. Men
were buying her drinks and holding up their beer bottles to
salute her.

Tony strode up behind her in the Darth Vader costume. He was as
shocked and awed as the rest of the patrons. Carrie looked
fabulous. "You going to let me dress?" she asked.

"No."

"I'm surprised you did this, George. You don't even like me
wearing a bikini to the beach."

"I'm proud my wife is so sexy."

"I've never felt sexier. Having all these men stare at me has me
horny as hell.

A hairy drunk man walked over with another shot. "How about a
kiss, Leia?"

Carrie looked at him and without missing a beat said, "I'd sooner
kiss a wookie though you could be a close cousin."

The man laughed completely ignoring the looming Vader standing
over him. "What kind of material is this?" He grabbed her skirt.

George stop him...," but it was too late. The drunk pulled the
skirt away. Carrie wasn't wearing underwear. A dozen men got a
glimpse of her trimmed pubic hair.

"Take your hands off my wife," said Tony.

"Gawddamn," groaned the man still holding the skirt away from
Carrie's crotch.

Tony's gloved hand grabbed the drunk's wrist and yanked it away
from Carrie. The man struggled, but couldn't break free as Tony
tightened his grip. The drunk grimaced in pain and started to
collapse to the floor until Tony released his arm.

"Lets get out of here," said Carrie, looking in shock at the
drunk holding his injured wrist. The couple walked out on to the
street. Pedestrians stared at Carrie's scantily clad body.
"George, I didn't know you had it in you."

"The dark side gives me strength." He held his thumb and finger
up like he was using the force to strangle someone.

Carrie laughed. "You are so getting laid tonight, mister. Let me
get home before those shots kick in."

"I'll follow you."

***********

Carrie was already laying in bed when her husband arrived home.
She was still in costume, but now had her hair down. The bedroom
was dark, but she had lit some candles in the corners. She could
hear George's footsteps on the stairs. Her thighs were wet with
anticipation. She'd drank more then usual which always made her
horny. Plus having all those men stare at her in the slave girl
outfit had been the biggest turn-on of her life.

Carrie felt like such a slut. The first hint of her arousal had
come when the drunk exposed her crotch to half a dozen
surrounding men. Then George had grabbed the drunk's wrist. She'd
never seen her husband like this. The Vader costume had given him
more confidence then he possessed without the mask. He'd
protected her and she'd reward him with the best fuck of his
life. And given her level of arousal, Carrie half expected to
have a rare orgasm.

Carrie heard the breathing before her husband entered the room.
"Now you will feel the true power of the dark side of the force."

"Release me lord Vader. The Senate will never stand for this.

Tony pointed one dark gloved finger at Carrie. "You will give me
satisfaction, princess, or I will get satisfaction from your
body."

"Never," she cried.

"Remove your top, princess."

"Never!"

Tony searched his mind for references from a movie he hadn't seen
in ten years. Finally he waved his hand at her. "You will remove
your top, princess."

"I will remove my top," replied Carrie.

Tony watched her breasts come into view. They were magnificent.
The light was dim so he extended his red lightsaber out and
turned it on. He set the toy down on the edge of the bed.
Carrie's lithe body was bathed in a reddish glow. Her D-cup
breasts were impressively firm with large up thrust nipples. Her
areola weren't very big around, but the actual nipple was quite
thick and nearly three quarters of an inch long. Both nipples
were swollen, evidence of her arousal.

"Bring them to me." The voice was a perfect imitation of James
Earl Jones.

Carrie kneeled on the bed and thrust her breasts up towards the
imposing dark figure. Her husband's gloved hands reached out and
squeezed her breasts. She grunted as he was much rougher then
usual, but she liked his forcefulness. The gloves made his hands
look bigger then usual. She wished he had removed the gloves. His
bare hands would have felt better, but George seemed to be
enjoying the Vader role, as was she.

"Enough," cried Vader. "Now remove the rest of your outfit."

"I will remove my clothes." Carrie untied the leather strips
holding her skirt on. She pulled the fabric away from her crotch
and found herself breathing with excitement as she revealed
herself to her husband. The flickering candles cast Vader shadows
about the room as her crotch glowed red from the flashlight
lightsaber.

"You will masturbate for me."

"George!"

"Silence!" Tony shook his fist at her. "There is no escape from
the dark side of the force. You will masturbate for me."

"I will masturbate for you." Carrie spread her legs. Her hand
slid down her crotch, spreading her labia wide. This night was
certainly taking their lives in a new direction. Her husband had
displayed her body to strange men in a bar. Now, she was sliding
her fingers into her vagina as he watched. Rarely had he even
seen her nude as they always had sex with the lights off. "Ah
ah," she couldn't help moaning as her fingers teased her clit.

Tell me what you want."

"Ah Ohgawd. I want your penis in me."

"Call it a cock."

"Oh yes. I want your cock in me."

"Why?"

"I want your cock fucking me."

"My cock will fuck you, but you must show me that you want it."

"I want it, damn it. I want it in me now."

"No. You must show me. Cum for me, princess. You will cum for
me."

Carrie was rapidly humping her own fingers now as she stared at
the black mask. "I will... I will show you I want it. Cumming!"
For Carrie, orgasms were rare, but the strange situation had her
cumming with the biggest orgasm of her life.

"Slide back."

Carrie was still panting from her powerful orgasm, but she moved
back on the bed as Vader climbed on and kneeled between her legs.
He fumbled between his legs. She wanted to laugh when he pulled
his penis out. The dim light made it look huge and her husband
had even sheathed it in a black condom. Carrie rested her head
back as George pulled her legs open.

George's cock felt bigger too. It was like he was trying to force
a golf ball past her labia. Rarely was her husband this hard.
George must really be turned on. "George, it feels so thick."
Carrie moaned with delight as it pushed inside her. Her vagina
tingled as it hugged his shaft. She began to wonder if might be
possible to have two orgasms in one night. "Oh, it’s so big!"

"It is enhanced by the dark side, princess. Does it feel better
then usual?"

Carrie felt trapped. Would it hurt George's feelings if she said,
yes? She decided that was what he wanted to hear. "Yes, it feels
much better. How is this possible?"

"I borrowed a Viagra from a co-worker."

"Borrow more then. I'd fuck this big cock every night. Aaah... oh
George."

"Lord Vader."

"Lord Vader, you're in me so deep. I thought Viagra just made you
harder not twice as long."

"My cock wasn't living up to it's potential. Now it is swollen
with the power of the dark side. Admit it. Dark cock is better."

"It is better. I'm glad you aren't upset with me for suggesting
that you try Viagr-AH! Ow, that's my cervix. You must be ten
inches long."

Tony snorted. He hadn't known that George was looking for Viagra,
he was just using it as an excuse for the size difference. This
poor woman had apparently been looking for a good fuck for a long
time. Tony was about to give it to her.

"Oh this is so kinky." Carrie stared at the Darth Vader figure
between her legs.

Tony worked his cock around until it was wedged against her
cervix. He gave a push. Carrie jumped in shock and he knew he was
on the right track. He pushed again, this time harder. Slowly,
his meaty cock head pushed past her cervix into her womb. "So
fucking tight," he groaned.

"So full," cried Carrie giving a little sob of joy. "The head's
in my womb. I love you so much, George."

"Do you love this black cock?" Tony pulled back, then slammed his
hips forwards.

"Ugh! I do. I do love your cock. Fuck me with your black cock,
Lord Vader."

"As you wish, princess." Tony crooked her knees in his arms and
began pounding her pussy. His cock was like a jack hammer. "This
pussy was built to handle black cock.

Carrie didn't have time to wonder why he had switched from dark
to black. She was too busy cumming. Every time he thrust his cock
forward, the insides of her vagina squeezed it tightly wanting it
to stay buried. This was stimulating the nerves of her pussy.
Plus every time he pulled back, the huge cock head teased her
clit as it nearly exited her pussy entirely. Then when he pushed
forwards again, the head shoved straight through her cervix into
her womb. Carrie was having a small orgasm nearly every time he
buried his cock. She was screaming in pleasure and bucking her
hips up to meet his thrusting cock.

The Viagra had not only doubled the size of George's cock, but it
made him last a lot longer. He fucked her at the same rapid pace
for nearly twenty minutes. His stamina nearly outlasted hers. His
cock was swelling now. Soon it felt so thick, he had difficulty
moving it through her already tight pussy. He buried his cock and
held it there as it began bucking.

An amazing amount of sperm struck Carrie's womb. There was so
much, she felt it's heat between her legs. Her entire body shook
as the big spraying cock triggered an immense orgasm. Her
husband's cock continued To spasm, blasting hot seed deep inside
her, prolonging her orgasm.

George gasped for breath under the Vader mask. His cock had
swollen so big, he couldn't pull it out of her cervix. His
copious amount of sperm was trapped in her fertile womb for the
five minutes it took for his cock to finally began to shrink.
George gasped as he managed to remove his cock and collapsed
beside her still wearing his mask.

The condom popped, thought Carrie. She was in a state of shock
still on her back with her legs spread wide. About half of her
husband's cum had poured into her pussy until her cervix had
closed trapping the rest inside her. She had never felt him cum
inside her pussy before. It had been a marvelous feeling. She was
glad the rubber had popped and found herself thinking this would
be the perfect night to have made a baby. The timing was probably
perfect. Oh well, a few years ahead of plan, but every time they
looked at their child, they would remember this amazing night.

Carrie recovered first. She stood up and limped to the bathroom.
She tried to clean herself up as best she could, but realized
she'd be leaking for days. She used the toilet and returned to
bed.

Carrie had a strong desire to see if George's cock still looked
like a monster. It certainly was still huge sticking through his
pants. It was soft, but thicker then her wrist as she hefted it.
The black condom had indeed popped. There was a large hole in the
head and the rubber was a thick wrinkled mess stretched around
the still fat cock head. She pulled up to remove the condom, but
it didn't move. She pulled down and was surprised to see a little
jet of semen shoot out from the hole. The cock started growing in
her hands as she pulled what wasn't a condom down. It was a dark
black foreskin! The angry looking brown cock head was rapidly
swelling as it emerged through the foreskin.

"I got a bad feeling about this," said Carrie

"Embrace the..." The voice amplifier turned off as the man
removed the Darth Vader mask, "dark side," finished Tony.

"Ohmygod! Tony? What have I done?"

Tony chuckled, nearly sneering at her. "You've experienced the
true power of the dark side, princess. You now know what a big
black cock can do."

"It's so big!" The black cock in her hand was now a foot long
steel hard shaft. "I had no idea," she said, stroking her hand
along the shaft.

"Now it's time for you to taste the dark side. Suck that black
cock."

"I shouldn't."

"You will suck it." Tony waved his hand like he was compelling
her with the force.

Carrie barely noticed the gesture. She was staring intently at
the huge cock in her hand. But she did lower her head down. Her
jaws opened wide as she took the cock head into her mouth and
stared sucking.

"You will worship that big cock, my slut princess." Tony leaned
over to the nightstand and turned the light on.

Carrie quit sucking. "What are you doing?"

"I want to watch you. Now get back to sucking."

George had never been one for sex with the lights on. It wasn't
so bad. Carrie liked looking up at the expressions on Tony's face
as she sucked his cock. Some men might have been putty in her
hands, but Tony's expression was one of dominance. He was
sneering down at her. His sneer only deepened when she did
something to please him like tease his pee-slit or run her tongue
around his cock head. His demeanor seemed to say, "I own you."

Carrie hadn't exactly sucked George's dick very often and she was
finding Tony's difficult to manage. She gagged as the knobby cock
head forced it's way down her throat. She felt Tony struggling
and looked up as he removed the top of the costume. Tony was
perfectly muscled and looked like he still belonged on the
football field.

Tony then unbuttoned his pants and opened them around his cock.
Carrie helped him, pulling his pants down to his knees without
missing one bob of her head. She grew tired and her neck muscles
started hurting. Carrie couldn't swallow more then half the shaft
so she used one hand to stroke the remaining six inches. Her
other hand cupped his balls kneading them while she sucked. Each
testicle was the size of one of her fists.

Carrie's pride swelled along with Tony's cock. Here she was
cheating on her husband with a black man that had tricked her and
she was proud of herself for sucking his cock to completion. The
cock head swelled so thick it no longer fit down her throat.
Carrie held it in her mouth while using both hands to stroke the
shaft. Carrie looked up at Tony and felt rewarded as his sneer
turned to a smile just as her mouth filled with his hot sperm.

The amount was overwhelming. The first wad ballooned her cheeks
out and semen poured out of her mouth, running down his shaft.
She swallowed as rapidly as she could. Tony's hot seed filled her
belly. It hadn't even occurred to her to spit it out, not that
she could have given that it was more then three mouthfuls.

Carrie came up for air, gasping for breath. "Now that I've tasted
the dark side, I want more," she said, before licking up the
sperm that had flowed down his shaft. Carrie felt like she was
becoming a different person.

Tony waited for her to lick him clean before saying, "Lets get a
shower."

"Good idea." Carrie was sweaty from the sexual workout and Tony's
hair was matted with sweat from wearing the mask so long. "Where
is George anyway?"

"He's in Chicago. Seems the client doesn't like blacks. He tried
to call you, but you'd left home already."

"Oh god, George, what have I done?"

"It seems to me, princess, you enjoyed your time flirting with
the dark side."

"I did. It was incredible, but you didn't wear a condom."

"I'll pull out next time." Tony pulled open the shower door.

"No, it stops here. There won't be a next time."

"As you wish, princess."

Under the shower, Tony put his arm around Carrie's waist and
soaped her entire body clean with his free hand. He ran the soap
roughly around her nipples. Carrie was breathing heavily when he
finished. Then it was her turn. Her head was even with his chest.
Carrie put her hand on the hard muscled chest. She stared at it
fascinated by the contrasts of their skin. She then soaped him
clean. As she ran the soap around his crotch, his penis began to
grow again.

Moments later, Carrie's breasts were pressing against the shower
door as Tony fucked her from behind. "Yes, god yes," she screamed
as his powerful cock gave her another orgasm.

"I'm going to fuck you all weekend, princess."

"Yes, oh yes."

"Or maybe I'll leave now." Tony pulled back like he was
withdrawing his cock.

"No! Please fuck me all weekend."

"Why?"

"My pussy needs your big black cock in it, Tony."

"You learn quick, princess. Fuck! The waters going all cold. Lets
move to the bed."

They paused long enough to quickly dry off. Tony never lost his
erection. Soon they were on the bed again with Tony fucking her
from behind. He forced his cock back into her womb, pounding his
cock head through her cervix. Carrie's head fell into her pillow
as she shuddered with orgasms. Tony lasted a long time before
shooting a second load into her pussy.

"Thank you," cried Carrie into her pillow not caring any more
that he hadn't worn a rubber.
Tony pulled his cock out and laid it along her ass crack. It shot
a last strand of semen across her back. "I think I gots one more
left in me before we retire."

"I want it, but my pussy needs to rest."

"Hmm, I think you have one more hole that hasn't felt the dark
side." Tony's faithful cock stiffened at the thought. He backed
up until the tip of his cock rested against Carrie's rectum. Tony
pushed down.

"Jesus! Not my ass Tony. You’re too big. I've never been fucked
there."

"Good. Then I get to be the first. You will enjoy your first ass
fucking."

"I will enjoy my first ass fucking." Carrie squinted and gritted
her teeth as the pressure against her anus grew. It was almost as
if Tony really could control her with the force. Her natural
instinct was to obey his commands. She knew this was going to
hurt, but she decided to give Tony what he wanted to hear. "Oh
god, Tony. My ass wants you black cock so bad. I'm glad I saved
my ass for you. Please fuck it, my master."

"Oh that's good, princess," said Tony laughing. He felt her
shudder beneath him as her rosebud finally yielded to the
pressure and his cock popped inside. "I almost wish George had
loosened this up for me. Girl, you got one tight ass."

"Yes." Carrie was almost crying and tears were running down her
cheeks. "F-Ah-ck my tight ass."

"Your my slut now, princess."

"I'm your slut, Tony." Carrie's pussy quivered with a surge of
desire. It was hard to pretend you weren't a slut with half of a
strange black man's cock up your ass. With that realization,
Carrie truly began to enjoy getting her ass reamed. Tony was
slowly and steadily fucking her with seven or so inches of cock.

"You will never fuck your husband again."

"I will never fuck George again." After all, what would be the
point? thought Carrie.

"You will not allow George to gaze upon your naked body unless I
let him watch us fuck."

"Whatever you want Tony. I'm your slut now."

Tony forced about ten inches of dark cock meat up her ass and
pumped out yet another big load of sperm. Carrie shuddered from
another powerful orgasm.

"I'm your slut now, Tony," Carrie purred amazed that she'd just
had an orgasm from getting her ass fucked.

"Your journey to the dark side is now complete."

"Yes, my master."

THE END