Rise Of The Dark Lord

Rise Of The Dark Lord
Formerly titled 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