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Starship Graveyard, Jakku. Pre-TFA

It was the same harrowing routine day after day, year after year for the young, beautiful scavenger Rey in the unforgiving, every organic for themselves desert planet of Jakku:

1. Wake up bright and early from the cold desert nights to blazing hot desert days.
2. Put scavenging gear on. Don't forget staff. Teedos are assholes.
3. Start up speeder. Don't forget sled. Pray the ancient rustbucket works for another day.
4. Lock up downed AT-AT dwelling. Teedos are assholes.
5. Drive to prospective starship husk at first light, before anyone else to get the best and choicest sellable components. 
6. Spend the day risking life and limb scavenging parts that old fat-ass alien monster Unkar Plutt will probably underpay you for anyway.
7. Risk life and limb bringing said scavenged parts to the old fat-ass alien monster Unkar Plutt, who, as predicted, underpayed you with a meager food portion that is just barely enough nutrition to stay alive.
8. Drive back to downed AT-AT dwelling. Good. No one raided it. Prepare food portion.
9. Eat. Tastes like shit. Better than nothing. Eat or starve.
10. Etch another day into the thousands on the wall. Parents haven't come back yet. They'll be back. One day.
11. Sleep as well as you can while keeping an ear out for Teedos and thieves.
12. Wake up the next morning and repeat the process all over again

Every once in a while, when Plutt was generous and she got a half portion or (gasp!) an actual full portion (!), Rey would kick back and relax, full, sated, and she would daydream. Daydream of getting out of there? Yes of course. That was every waking moment. That her parents would return. 

Sometimes though, she imagined a perfect stranger swooping in and saving the day. Tall, dark, and handsome. A prince maybe. He would take her in his starship, and they would make love over and over under the blur of stars.

Masturbation was an occasional distraction, a pleasurable way to pass the time when there was nothing to do but survive. When Rey discovered that her vagina did more than pee, that it felt good when she rubbed it, and even better when she slipped a couple of slender fingers inside her wet slit, she never looked back. Every time she was done, she'd taste herself off her fingers, the heady flavor of her pussy decidedly much better tasting than the food portions.

Dessert, she figured.

Even pissing in her scavenged water filtration tank felt amazing when she masturbated. Normally she would just squat over it and just let it flow, letting the filter to its work so she could drink for another day, so she wouldn't have to waste a day's work and a potential food portion to get water. When she masturbated, however, Rey would let some piss out, hold the rest in until she couldn't, and then squirt out more, repeating the process until her bladder was empty, all the while rubbing her clit until she came, sometimes adding a gush of cum to the tank. The purified water that came from those batches seemed to always quench her thirst that much more.

She'd continually test the limits of what she could take inside of her: a pair of fingers usually did the job, but she liked three on occasion and did four a couple times. She tried her whole hand once, but found the stretching too intense to do herself.

One night, after a rather successful day of scavenging, a familiar sense of hormonal need and arousal overcame Rey, and so she decided to act on her desires again before she turned in for the night.

As she usually did, Rey stripped off all her clothing. She felt free without her clothing, and with the relatively safety of her dwelling, was sheltered from the elements that necessitated protective garments. The eroticism of her bare skin was enough to get her going, and she'd run her hands up and down her bare torso, squeezing her pert breasts, pinching the nipples until they were stiff. Her breasts were too small to suck on herself, and she could barely reach her tongue to a nipple, so Rey would fantasize about her tall dark stranger to do it for her, and that would be enough to get her wet enough to start fingering herself.

Rey then spread her legs apart and reached a hand down her petite waist, over her muff, and to her waiting cunt. She palmed her lips, and then spread them apart with her index and ring fingers, revealing the succulent pink inside.

She closed her eyes and dipped her middle finger inside and wiggled it around, stirring her juices before putting it to her lips for a taste. 

She was very moist today. She doubted two would be enough, so she start with three, resting her thumb and pinky in the creases of her legs. Rey began the motions inside, and squeezed her legs together for more pressure. It felt amazing, as it typically did, and if her fingers were longer, they'd probably be enough to make her come on this particular night.

But what Rey craved right now was length.

The only way she was going to get her fingers any deeper inside was if she fisted herself, and even if she could manage that, she doubted she could get her arm inside far enough before leverage became an issue.

Rey opened her eyes and looked around her dwelling. She didn't have any devices that were practical for such an endeavour, though she'd heard of worlds that sold them when she'd overhear gossip on her routine trips to the Niima Outpost. Not that it would help her now.

Everything else was containers and utensils for eating, drinking, hygiene, and the like. Nothing she'd ever consider putting inside of her vagina.

She beat her head against the wall in frustration.

Then it caught her eye: her quarterstaff, leaning against the wall.

Normally, it served as a walking stick, or as a weapon of self-defense against would-be attackers and/or thieves on scavenging runs.

Rey had never considered using the quarterstaff for masturbation, but she was all about testing her limits, wasn't she?

So Rey stood up and sauntered across her dwelling over to her long quarterstaff, gingerly taking its length in her shaking hands. She went back to her spot and sat down with it, unsure where to start.

The bottom part was smoother and had far fewer notches and components than the top, so Rey figured that it would be the ideal end to use. Now to figure out how to fuck herself with it...

After debating the logistics, Rey figured the most practical way to use the quarterstaff was to lean sitting against the wall with her legs spread open wide and slowly guide the long length inside of her until she was full and satisfied.

Rey pressed the bottom end to her opening, the novelty and taboo feeling of using her quarterstaff to get off making her pussy absolutely sopping wet, providing the necessary lubrication to begin the insertion.

Rey gasped as her cunt accepted the cool metal inside, her body heat quickly warming it. It was definitely wide enough, and considering the quarterstaff was the length of a full grown human man, it would certainly be long enough!

Rey slowly pumped it into her, each stroke sending deeper inside. It was as if her pussy was hungry for its length as she was for a good meal, her walls squeezed and swallowed the quarterstaff like she would a delectable food portion.

"Ooohh!" Rey moaned, throwing her head back in ecstasy, guiding the quarterstaff in with one hand as she began to rub her clit.

Though the bottom end of  the quarterstaff was not as knobbly as the top end, it still had enough notches and ridges to further enhance the stimulation, much more so than her smooth fingers ever did.

The more Rey got used to the length, shape, and girth of her quarterstaff, the faster she pumped herself with it, the faster she rubbed her clit, earning her orgasm the way she did everything else of her's: through sweat and determination.

Rey came hard against the rigid shaft of the staff, decelerating the speed of her strokes to grind out the last waves of stimulation before easing the cum-soaked length out of her dripping heat, past her shaking legs. Gently, almost reverently, Rey then placed the weapon turned sex toy at her side before resting her head against the wall of her dwelling.

She closed her eyes and caught her panting breath, savoring the feeling and accomplishment of a hard-earned orgasm.

But yet, as with everything else in her life on Jakku, Rey's satisfaction was temporary, hardly sated. Yes she came, but she craved the human touch, the kissing and aftercare, the affection.

She wanted to share her orgasm with another, and to share a partner's orgasm, to be filled with it.

Rey sighed. Maybe one day. Perhaps tonight she will dream of her tall, dark, and handsome stranger again.

And perhaps one day, that tall, dark, and handsome stranger will swoop in and take her away from all this, and they could find her parents together.

Until then, Rey had to get some rest, to get up bright and early for another day of scavenging, haggling, and barely fulfilled hunger and desire.

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Takodana

In the darkened woods, Rey, terrified, kept her blaster aimed. She had defended herself from foes and attackers before this, and has even killed when the need arose, but nothing has ever compared to this.

She almost wished that she didn't send BB8 off, but she knew that it was imperative that the First Order did not gain possession of the map the droid contained, the map of the location of the legendary Jedi Master, Luke Skywalker.

Her altruism was not a comfort however, when Death was so near she could feel it raise the hair at the nape of her neck.

Her eyes darted around for her pursuer, and then she heard a sound that she only heard once before in her Forceback vision: the rasping sound of a lightsaber coming to life. Kylo Ren's lightsaber.

Kylo Ren! 

Rey's heart skipped a beat as the towering, black-clad figure of Kylo Ren appeared from behind a tree. She fired her blaster ferociously at him, but Kylo effortlessly deflected every bolt with his lightsaber.

Kylo swifly raised his hand, and Rey suddenly stopped, gasping, utterly unable to move.

"The girl I've heard so much about," stated Kylo as he paced slowly around Rey, who was on the verge of tears.

"The droid," He continued, whipping his lightsaber up to her face, illuminating her soft skin with its crimson light.

"Where is it?" He demanded again. Rey could only stare, unable to speak.

Deciding to change tactics for a more direct approach, Kylo deactivated the lightsaber and reaches up toward Rey's face, entering her mind, and after a beat, he removed his hand, surprised by what he finds.

"The map. You've seen it," Kylo declared, resuming the mental probe.

Explosions erupting in the distance shook Kylo's focus, and a stormtrooper approached with a report of incoming Resistance troops.

"Pull the division out. Forget the droid. We have what we need," Kylo ordered, and with a gesture Rey lost consciousness and fell into Kylo's arms.

***

Interrogation Chamber, Starkiller Base, Ilum

Rey startled awake, surprised to see her captor kneeling before her, masked head tilted to the side in an almost child-like curiosity. She mades a move to react, but found she was fastened on an angled restraining rig of sorts.

"Where am I?" Rey asked.

Kylo continued to study her.

"You're my guest," he responded after a moment.

"Where are the others?" Rey demanded, her awareness returning.

"You mean the murderers, traitors and thieves you call friends?" replied Kylo as Rey stared at him. "You'll be relieved to know that I have no idea."

Rey glared at him, unsure whether he was being truthful.

"You still want to kill me," Kylo stated flatly.

"That happens when you're being hunted by a creature in a mask," Rey retorted.

Kylo considered her for a moment, and reached up to his helmet, standing up as he removed it.

The face Rey expected under the mask was far from the one that presented itself to her now. The face was human. Male. Young.

'Handsome', thought Rey, despite herself, taking note of how his flowing dark hair framed his pale, princely face. She was stunned, and it took a moment before her own mask of defiance was restored.

"Tell me about the droid," ordered Kylo.

"He's a BB unit with a selenium drive and a thermal hyperscan vindicator-" Rey began nervously.

"He's carrying a section of a navigational chart. We have the rest, recovered from archives of the Empire. We need the last piece. And somehow, you convinced the droid to show it to you. You. A scavenger-"

Rey flinched at the insult. Picking up on this, Kylo changed tact.

"You know I can take whatever I want," stated Kylo, moving towards Rey, his hand rising towards her temple. Rey recoiled his touch in anticipation of the painful mental probe, but she had nowhere to go.

They are both surprised by the contact, by the feeling that passes between them-an energy that they recognize in each other, a feeling that dissipates as Kylo began his probe.

"....you're so lonely...so afraid to leave..." Kylo probed. "At night, desperate to sleep...you imagine an ocean...I see the island." 

Rey tried to resist, tears streaming down her face as she did so.

"And Han Solo. You feel like he's the father you never had." Kylo snorted. "He would of disappointed you."

"Get out of my head," demanded Rey, her eyes fierce through the effort of her resistance.

Kylo leaned closer. "I know you've seen the map. It's in there...and now you'll give it to me."

He smiled softly. "Don't be afraid. I feel it, too."

"I'm not giving you anything," Rey defiantly replied, despite her own trepidation at the spector of another mind probe.

"We'll see," retorted Kylo as he peers into Rey's eyes intently to resume the probe.

She met his gaze, and his confidence begin to waver as he slammed into a barrier in her mind. She did the unthinkable and entered his mind, and in that moment their minds merged as one, their innermost feelings and intentions laid bare.

A blaze of faint memories, emotions, fears, and deep desires passed between the two.

Staring at each other in stunned silence, it was Kylo who spoke first.

"Perhaps...there's more than one way to find what I seek..."

Kylo approached her again, this time with a greater respect and caution than he did previously. 

He positioned himself before her as if he was going to enter her mind again, but instead thought better of it and awkwardly removed his black gloves with his hands and teeth.

Gingerly, with his right hand, Kylo brushed aside a lock of loose hair that had plastered itself on Rey's sweaty face, his other hand resting on Rey's right side.

"So strong...untrained, but stronger than you know. I can teach you. I can teach you the ways of the Force," breathed Kylo.

"I would never join you," spat Rey, doing her best to jerk her head away from Kylo's bare touch.

"Are you sure?" Kylo pressed, caressing Rey's cheek and jawline. "I can help you to become more powerful than you can imagine.."

Rey turned her head away from his, determined avoid his dark eyes.

Leaning in close, Kylo said "I felt what you felt. I could feel the desire in your mind, Rey. There's no point in hiding it."

Rey gasped as Kylo began to nuzzle her neck. The hand that had been resting on her side edged itself to her core, and slowly descended lower into the fabric of her pants.

"No. No. No ," Rey protested as Kylo's palm slid over her mound, his large fingers slipping the folds of her pussy between them.

"Yes..." Kylo replied, entering her with his middle finger, the bordering fingers massaging the lips of her cunt, his palm rubbing the bud of her clit.

Rey couldn't help but moan as he kissed her neck, his nose brushing along her jawline, her earlobe.

"No..."

"Your mouth says 'no', but your body says 'yes'...you are sopping wet for me...," Kylo cooed into Rey's ear.

Rey shifted in place, torn between the wrongness of his touch and the undeniable sensations of pleasure that Kylo was producing from within her.

She wanted to deny him, ...but she couldn't. He was right. Subconsciously, almost involuntarily, she didn't want him to stop. Her hips rocked with the rhythm of his hand, goosebumps raced along her skin as his lips sucked her earlobe, budding her nipples, heaving her chest, the restraining appartus the only thing keeping her in place.

"Yes...cum for me..." Kylo implored, his voice rising and his pace quickening as he edged her closer and closer to orgasm. "Cum for me, Rey...yes....yes!"

Rey gave into him, fully allowing her climax to mount, her breath hitching as Kylo grabbed her by the throat and planted a rough kiss on her lips, sharing her breath, his own breath ragged from exertion.

Rey's body convulsed as she came, her entrance pulsating around Kylo's decelerating digit, her lungs struggling for air as Kylo's grip tightened.

Kylo's grip loosened at her neck, and he put his juice-covered fingers to his lips and tasted them. His eyes widened in delight at the heady flavor, and he fell to his knees, pulling her pants down to her ankles as he pressed his lips to her wet cunt.

Kylo clamped his mouth on her pussy, sucking at her folds, tonguing away at her inner walls. Rey longed to touch him, to grasp and pull at his raven-hair. She bit her lip as he stared up her with his intense dark eyes, grinding her hips against his mouth, just as she did with his hands. The formula was enough to bring her to climax again, and she gushed onto his face, her cum and his saliva trailing down from her slit to her perineum and asshole, a trail that Kylo chased and lapped up with enthusiasm around her rim.

Kylo shot up to his feet and kissed her hard. He eyed her up and down again, from her clothed, heaving chest to her bare bottom half. He reached up and tore the grey fabric in half, revealing her pert breasts to him. He squeezed them with both hands, eyeing them like freshly baked pies before hungrily taking one in his mouth, suckling like a newborn baby before switching to the other.

Rey's desire to touch him, to pleasure him, was overwhelming now, and she whimpered and struggled against her bonds.

"Fuck me," Rey begged, unable to contain herself. "Please fuck me."

Kylo looked at her in awe and nodded, undoing the waistbelt to his long flowing tunic, casting it aside before doing the same to his black shirt.

He was lean and muscular, built for combat and brute force without an abundance of mass and bulk.

Rey's eyes gazed over his wide, powerful chest and down his marble-chiseled torso to the growing bulge that revealed itself as he slowly pulled his pants down and off, throwing them in a pile with the rest of his garments.

Rey gasped as she saw Kylo's prodigious erection in full relief, eyeballing it hungrily as she continued to struggle against the bonds.

Kylo approached her, and stood tall, straddling the footrest of the restraining slab as he pinned her lower body against it. With a wave of his hands, Rey's wrists were free, and she slowly ran them up his chest and caressed his face, staring into his eyes.

Closing whatever distance was left, Rey kissed him, and Kylo climbed upon the footrest of the slab, insinuating himself between her legs, pulling them up around his waist.

He entered her much more gently and slowly than Rey expected, allowing Rey to get accommodated to his thick girth before thrusting any deeper.

Every part of Rey's body seemed to clamp onto him, her lips to his lips, her arms around his neck and wide, powerful back, her inner walls around his cock.

Rey had little concept of Force beyond an instinct or a feeling she always had, but couldn't put words to it, but she was certain that the Force had something to do with this connection she had with this Kylo Ren, this man she only saw in a vision, but felt like she knew her whole life. It was as if he was made for her, and she for him, equals and opposites.

Every thrust seemed to drag into infinity, an intimacy beyond imagination. They shared sensation like they shared breath, heightening in pace in intensity until it reached a fever pitch.

Rey grasped at his hair and dug into his back as he reached his apex, rutting into her like a beast as he filled her, his hot seed sending her over the edge for a third earth-shattering time.

They shared another kiss and stared into each other's eyes in wonder, reveling in their shared experience, the reason for their initial meeting a fleeting memory.

It was as if the galaxy didn't exist for them in this moment, and the moments beyond.

It was just them and their...bond. Their bond in the Force.

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Ahch-To

The past week had brought the human Force sensitive scavenger girl Rey and the massive Wookiee smuggler Chewbacca closer together in unexpected, if not unpreferable ways. 

Chewbacca and his old friend Han Solo were smuggling some rathtars on their frieghter the Eravana there they happened upon their old ship, the Millennium Falcon.The girl Rey and a former stormtrooper named Finn had escaped from the planet Jakku with it, and roped the old scoundrels back into helping the Rebel offshoot, the Resistance, against the Galactic Empire offshoot, the First Order, by delivering a droid carrying the map with the location of the missing Jedi Master Luke Skywalker to them on their base on D'Qar.

Along the way, Han's estranged son Ben, now named Kylo Ren, had kidnapped Rey in his search for the map on behalf of the First Order, and took her on the planet-sized superweapon Starkiller Base, meaning that there was yet another damsel in distress on yet another planet destroyer that Chewie had to help rescue before blowing it up, or rather disable the shields long enough for the Resistance squadron to arrive to blow it up.

Rey had rescued herself, and together they set upon disabling the shields, and they succeeded, but not without a price. In a final attempt to reach his Dark son, Han approached Kylo Ren and urged him to leave the Order and return to being Ben, to come home with them. Kylo murdered him instead, and Rey eventually fought him with the old lightsaber that once belonged to Luke Skywalker himself before Starkiller Base was destroyed.

The map intact, Han's estranged widow and Resistance General Leia Organa sent Rey to Ahch-To with the map and lightsaber to find Luke.

The flight from D'Qar Ahch-To had been a trip of a day or two, and the unlikely duo had bonded over flying, and Chewie regaled her with stories of adventure with the Jedi of old and Han Solo, way beyond the limited scope of what Rey knew of Jakku.

Their stay on Ahch-To wasn't meant to be long: Rey was supposed to deliver Luke Skywalker's lightsaber to the old Jedi Master, and the four were to blast off back to D'Qar with the Jedi at their side.

Skywalker's outright rejection was not part of the plan, however, and Rey had to spend the better part of the past few days trying to convince the exiled old hermit to take up the mantle he'd shed once again, to limited results beyond a slammed door or rolled eyes.

When she wasn't stalking the old Jedi in a futile attempt to sway him, Rey would pass the time hanging out on the Falcon with Chewie, chatting for hours, playing endless games of dejarik or failing that, fixing whatever problem required fixing on the ancient freighter. At night she would snuggle up to him and sleep warmly during the rainy Ahch-To nights.

A few days after their arrival, one particular problem that required Rey's attention had half of her body inside the wall of the Falcon, the other half sticking out as she tinkered with the troublesome ventilation system while Chewie soldered some wires on an electrical panel.

"Hey Chewie, would you mind passing me a plasma torch, please?" asked Rey, sticking her arm out of the small panel.

Rey was aware of the Wookiee approaching, and held out her arm expectantly for the torch.

"Chewie?" Rey asked as he stood behind her.

Suddenly, Rey was aware of being pulled out of the panel and held upside down by the waist in Chewbacca's massive bear-hug.

"Chewie! Put me down!" Rey cried, her grey vest slipping off of her and to the floor at the Wookiee's feet in the struggle.

Something slapped her on the forehead, and her eyes crossed as she looked down to focus on it.

It was an enormous rust-red unsheathed cock, the tip dewing with an opaque fluid. Rey's eyes went wide as she considered the girthy phallus.

"Chewie! What are you--?"

RRRIIIPPPP!!!!

Rey's pants were then unceremoniously shredded off with one hand, and Chewbacca pressed his wet nose to her heat and inhaled deeply. It suddenly became clear to Rey the Wookiee's intentions, and she wasn't going to have any of it!

"Forget it!" Rey snapped as Chewie's dick thrusted dangerously close to her mouth. "I'm not--OH! MMMPH!"

Rey felt Chewie's furry muzzle nuzzle into her cunt and his long tongue lap around her inner walls, the surprise giving Chewbacca the opportunity to force his cock past her parting lips and into her open mouth.

Rey gagged and resisted the oral intrusion at first, but there was something about his secretions that she couldn't get enough of, a combination of the strangely appealing taste and the massive amounts of pheromones and testosterone within the fluid that aroused her and compelled her to submit to his aggressive mating advances.

Chewbacca pushed her head down with his large paw-like hands as she took his cock deeper down her throat. Her nose tickled his enormous fuzzy balls, so big that Rey could only fit one testicle at a time in her hand as she palmed them, inhaling the musky scent of his sex, so overpowering her eyes watered.

Rey turned a deep shade of red from being throated upside-down by the massive Wookiee dick, and despite her increasingly bright hue, Chewbacca still had to pry her mouth off of his erection as he turned her right side up.

Rey was dizzy from the blood rush and stumbled a little as she approached him, falling to her knees to sate her ravenous appetite for his freely leaking fluid.

Rey latched her mouth and squeezed both of her hands on Chewie's girth as he took her by her triple buns and resumed his throating of her, soon unleashing a torrent of spend down her throat that was only matched in volume by the tremendous roar of orgasm from the Wookiee that reverberated through the Falcon.

Rey drank all of the load that she could like a suckling calf, but the Wookiee just kept cumming!

A Wookiee cums constantly during the mating process, and knowing this, Chewie had to yet again pry the frenzied girl off of him lest she fill up on his spend before he had a chance to fill her other holes with it.

Rey was reluctant to waste Chewie's dribbling fluid, so he had to pull her by her hair and guide her to the dejarik emitter, nuzzling her neck as she squeezed his leaking erection between her slender legs.

He ripped her shirt apart and palmed her breasts, squeezing the nipples until they were stiff for him.

Rey's hips moved in anticipation for Chewbacca's dick, so the Wookiee threw her bent over against the surface of the dejarik board to give the rutting bitch what she wanted.

Rey let out an "oof!" as the wind was knocked out of her, but she nevertheless reached back and spread her asscheeks apart, presenting herself to her Alpha male Wookiee.

Either hole would have been a challenge for a human woman to take such an enormous cock, especially holes as tight as Rey's. But fortunately for Rey's asshole, a Wookiee's semen was a natural lubricant, and after a few thrusts she took him almost to the hilt.

Anal sex was a relatively uncommon activity among Wookiees, but Chewbacca had been around humans for so long that he had picked up an enjoyment of it. 

Long before Han had settled down with Leia and started a family, he was an occasional partner of Chewbacca's, and the Wookiee was overcome by a sense of nostalgia as Rey's bountiful ass swallowed his massive cock, just like Han's did all those years ago.

Chewbacca could sense the girl was close to orgasm, so he picked up his pace, his heavy balls smacking against her pussy as he plowed into her.

Rey held her cheeks apart for him, and Chewie rested a hand on one of her's with his massive hand and pulled her back by her hair with the other so that she could look him in the eyes as he filled her asshole with another load of overflowing cum.

Chewbacca watched as his cum leaked down into her cunt, coating it with the thick substance. He roared in excitement at the thought of fucking such a succulent pink pussy, for it had been many years since Chewbacca had taken a female mate, especially one as beautiful, even by Wookiee standards, as Rey was.

Chewie greedily plunged himself into her waiting sex, sending an orgasm through the young human girl's body. As her walls contracted around his cock and her juices mixed with his, Rey triggered the mating knot, a biological process of Wookiees that ensured proper insemination by swelling the base of Chewie's already massive cock, effectively plugging her cunt so none of his fluids could seep out.

Rey's pussy stretched to compensate, and the Wookiee dragged her attached, doubled-over body to the lounge. Chewbacca sat down heavily, plopping onto the soft cushions as lifted his great arms under her kneepits and clasped his hands behind her head, further locking her into place as he thrusted into her.

Rey's screams filled the Falcon as Chewbacca gave her orgasm after orgasm, each climax sending more and more spend into her womb, inflating her otherwise flat belly with the excess until he was drained and the knot began to disengage.

They slowly stood together as Chewbacca held a doubled-over Rey by her waist until his softening cock until his cock fell free from her gaping cunt, unplugging the torrent of spend from her womb.

Rey fell weakly to her knees as she gushed like a water balloon all over the Falcon's floor as she looked upon the proud Chewbacca with the utmost affection.

When the leaking spend slowed to only a trickle, Rey smeared the puddle of goop all over herself, rubbing her used cunt, palming her breasts, cleaning off her fingers as she collected some more in her palms before realizing the quickest way to more of the delicious cum was to lap it like a thirsty dog.

When she had her fill, she looked up to Chewbacca expectantly.

It was then Chewbacca had decided this human girl would be his new life-mate. She had taken the entire onslaught of a Wookiee breeding and was still ready for more!

Chewbacca would continue to oblige her for many years to come, and to ensure that she would be his and his only, he took her by her hair and marked her sticky body with his golden spray, ensuring his new mate was completely drenched with his scent.

The mating ritual was complete. The girl would probably be walking quite funny for a while, but she was young and enthusiastic. She would be fine, and Chewbacca would have plenty of fluids to sate her appetite as her breeding-holes were recovering.

Suddenly, a scent!

"Chewie! I was thinking: I think maybe I should--gahh!!!"

Luke Skywalker stumbled in through the corridor, plugging his nose. "Why the hell does it smell like sex and piss in here?"

Chewbacca growled, and Luke turned the corner and gaped at the sight of Rey from Nowhere, nude and drenched with a glaze of his old Wookiee friend's fluids.

The wily old Jedi quickly surmised the situation and excused himself.

"I'll just be...waiting out there," Luke muttered. "While you two...er, finish up...oy...I need to slow down on the Thala Siren milk..."

Rey and Chewbacca grinned at each other. Things were finally looking up after so much aggravation and heartbreak.

Chewbacca had found his new bitch, and Rey had found her belonging as Chewbacca's bitch. The mission they came to Ahch-To for was nearly complete.

All Rey needed to do was clean up and they would be on their way, but Chewbacca's cock hadn't receded in his sheath yet...

Luke could wait. What's another couple hours of waiting compared to eight years? 

Not that long.

Definitely not as long as Chewie's dick...

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Interrogation Chamber, Starkiller Base, Illum.

"You're afraid!" Rey roared, pushing back the mental probe of her captor, Kylo Ren. "That you'll never be as strong as Darth Vader!"

Ren pulled his hand back like she was burning hot, and exited the room, angry and scared, like a predator who bit off more than he could chew.

Rey's mind raced. She was in the forests of Takodana...then he came, masked...he froze her, probed her mind somehow...then all she remembered was darkness.

She woke up some time later, restrained on this metal slab. Kylo Ren took off his mask, revealing a surprisingly attractive man that she felt strangely connected to. He then painfully probed her mind like he did in the forest, looking for the droid BB-8 that she had for all of a couple days.

But somehow, she resisted him, with the same abilities he had...and he fled. Leaving her all alone here, with just a stormtrooper guard for company.

A stormtrooper guard...she had a crazy idea.

Rey turned to the stormtrooper guard and studied him for a moment.

Rey then said: "You will remove these restraints. And leave this cell, with the door open."

The stormtrooper guard looked at her and after a beat: "What did you say? "

Rey's eyes stay trained on him. She shifted in her seat, her confidence wavering, but she tried again with authority.

"You will remove these restraints. And leave this cell, with the door open." 

The stormtrooper guard, rifle aimed, moved for her.
Rey's heart pounded -- is she about to be killed, freed, or laughed at? 

"I'll tighten those restraints, scavenger scum!" snapped the stormtrooper.

Rey's heart sank. She would need more practice with these newfound abilities, but now would not be the time. She decided swallow her pride and use the only other trump card she had: her feminine wiles.

"If you do what I ask, I'll..." Rey began.

"You'll what?" the stormtrooper growled.

"I'll... I'll suck your dick."

The stormtrooper laughed. "And you'll swallow my load like a good slut, too!"

"Do we have a deal?" Rey pressed, gritting her teeth.

The stormtrooper laughed again and kept his rifle trained on her as he released the restraints. "Sure. Get on your knees. No teeth or I'll blast your fucking head off."

Rey climbed down from the rig and complied as the stormtrooper undid his groin armor and pulled out his cock. Not bad. Not huge, but not small, either.

"What's your name?" Rey asked as she took him in her mouth.

"What does it matter, scavenger slut?" the trooper growled, grabbing her by the triple buns.

"I'd like to remember my rescuer," Rey cooed, though she really didn't care. Sweet-talk him, and maybe she could sweeten the deal. "Especially a rescuer with such a tasty dick."

The stormtrooper laughed loudly again. "JB-007, slut."

"Hey, what's going on in here?!" Another voice demanded, entering the room.

Rey glanced to the entrance of the room. Her eyes widened as another stormtrooper stood there, taking himself out, too.

"Another peice of ass?" the new stormtrooper asked excitedly.

"And a girl too!" JB-007 replied. "Much better than that Resistance pilot we got a few days ago."

Rey hesitated to suck off the new trooper. That wasn't part of the deal.

"Suck his dick, too, bitch," JB-007 demanded. "Or the deal's off!"

Rey begrudgingly took the new trooper in her mouth, taking him for a few strokes before switching off to JB-007 and back again.

They then heard more footsteps coming, several. A small squad of stormtroopers, about eight, doing their patrols.

"Hey, troopers!" called JB-007. "We got some fresh meat in here!"

"A tight young girl!" the other trooper added.

"No, no," Rey shook her head as the over half-dozen stormtroopers filed in, taking out their cocks, murmuring excitedly.

"It'll take a lot of cooperation to get you outta here without tipping off the boss," JB-007 sniggered. "From them...and you."

All eight of them cramped around her in a circle, slapping all over her head with their lengths.

Rey begrudgingly took another pair of cocks in her hands and sucked off whomever thrusted a cock in her face.

There were so many of them, Rey could hardly keep up with their demand, a blur of stroking and sucking as they jostled in for a turn.

The troopers not getting a turn in her mouth began to grab at her clothes, undiplomatically tearing at her belt, torso scarf, shirt, and pants until she was completely nude save for her arm wraps.

The situation was completely getting out of hand. What was meant to be a one and done blowjob became two, and that became ten. And now a nameless, faceless stormtrooper sunk to his knees behind her and allowed himself, uninvited, inside her inexperienced sex.

She should have screamed at the indignity of it all, but she was so caught up in the moment, frenzied, wet despite herself. She was a survivor and had to do a lot more unsavory things than this to live, and if Rey was honest with herself...this wasn't half bad. She wasn't used to being an object of desire or the center of attention-- usually she was simply ignored or attacked on Jakku for her scavenged goods. An onslaught new sensations flooded her senses, and she became intoxicated by them, ravenous and undone.

A stormtrooper came beside her from the small crowd and slapped her ass as his comrade pounded into her pussy.

"Just look at that asshole wink!" he marvelled. "Like she's begging for a dick in it!"

She began to protest, but she had a dick in her mouth, so all that came out was a muffled groaned as the stormtrooper slung his leg over her back and plunged himself into her asshole.

She moaned loudly on a dick, and the stormtrooper in her mouth, JB-007, came unexpectedly down her throat.

Rey was unprepared, and she coughed and sputtered at the taste, spitting out the load. JB-007 slapped her across the face, gesturing to another stormtrooper to hold her head in place in a headlock.

"Waste my fucking cum, bitch!" JB-007 berated. "I'll teach you to waste my fucking cum! Let's see you waste this!"

The trooper stood back and loosed a spray of urine at her face. She resisted the headlock and clamped her mouth shut at first, but the dual efforts of the stormtroopers in her holes brought her to orgasm, and her mouth parted in a moan.

"Open wide!" 

Rey's parted mouth became filled with piss as a result, spilling over her chin and down her throat. A part of her was repulsed, but years of harsh desert living had conditioned her to drink water wherever she could get it, and JB's golden spray was no exception.

"Look at the slut!" a background trooper crowed. "She's drinking it! The scavenger whore is actually drinking it!"

"Let's not keep her thirsty, eh?!" another added, stepping forward as JB's stream dribbled to a stop. "Drink up, scavenger!"

Another pair of stormtroopers insinuated themselves inside her fluid-dripping holes, using the cum inside like a lubricant as a couple more stormtroopers stepped up to use her mouth like a toilet bowl.

"Clean the piss off the ground, slut!" ordered the trooper that had her in a headlock, pushing her head to the ground and into the puddle.

Just like the communal trough at Niima, thought Rey as she slurped up the puddle like a happabore. Only it wasn't customary, even in a place like Niima, to piss on and step on somebody's head as they drank, but that's what the headlock trooper did. 

The headlock trooper then pulled her by her sopping hair and plunged his cock into her mouth, right to the hilt. He waited until she turned a deep red before pulling out. As she caught her breath, he plunged himself back in, repeating the process until his spend spilled down her throat.

"Good slut!" the headlock trooper praised as she dutifully swallowed his load. She was really beginning to like the taste of it, when she actually expected it.

The spend had barely hit her the pit of her stomach by the time the new troopers came inside of her holes and filled her a second time. Rey herself came again and fell to her belly on the slick floor, catching herself with her hands and elbows.

"You're not done yet, scavenger slut!" JB-007 snapped, pulling her by her hair and to her shaking feet. "You still got men to service here!"

JB-007 shoved her into a trio of troopers that pulled and groped at her flesh, manipulating her body like a rag doll.

One pulled her on top of him, laying on the floor as his comrade plunged into her ass. Rey tried rest herself on the prone trooper's armored chest, but a pair of troopers that were previously in her holes stepped up for a turn in her mouth, denying her a respite.

Her eyes crossed from the lewd cocktail of tastes on their dicks: ass, pussy, dried cum. They impatiently jostled for a turn, stuffing her mouth with both of their lengths.

As the stormtrooper white filled Rey's blurring vision, the third of the trio that JB-007 had thrown her to had positioned himself between his fellow troopers' piston-like cocks, searching for a space to wedge his cock inside her pussy, joining the prone trooper, stretching her cunt to capacity.

Never before had Rey been so full, even during her most daring masturbation sessions. There was a cock or more in every orifice, mercilessly pumping away at her, and by the Force, she was enjoying every moment of it.

A couple of stormtroopers stood on either side of the formation and roughly grabbed her forearms and slid their cocks in her hands while the remaining troopers crowded around, waiting for a turn in any available hole.

"Look at the slut!" JB-007 crowed as Rey took him in her mouth again. "This bitch fit three cocks in those fuck-holes!"

"And she's working the rest of them like a Hutt slave bitch!" added the headlock trooper, standing beside JB-007."I think we finally broke her!"

"Hey, JB!" piped up another trooper. "You think she could handle two in her asshole?"

"I guess we're gonna find out!" JB-007 replied, making his way toward the back of the formation, allowing another trooper to take his place. "Make some room there, trooper!"

The second trooper in her pussy stood up and deposited his load into Rey's mouth as her asshole-fucker re-adjusted himself to allow JB-007 to step in front of him as join him inside Rey's ass.

Rey moaned on a trooper's cock as JB-007 and his partner stretched her asshole apart with their twin lengths.

Soon, the trooper in her pussy came, as did the asshole-fucker. JB-007 shoved his ass-partner out of the way and pulled out to roll Rey to her back. He placed her legs on his armored shoulders and leaned into her, plunging deep into her cum-filled cunt.

Rey's gaping asshole was exposed, and the last trooper to have a turn came in behind JB-007 and sunk to his knees, resting his hands on Rey's ample cheeks as Rey's hole received him.

A pair of stormtroopers sank down on either side of her, groping at her heaving breasts as she reached out to take their renewed erections in her mouth.

As one deep-throated her, JB-007 reached down and closed a hand around her throat, resting a portion of his weight on her. Like before, they waited until she turned several shades red before releasing the pressure. They did the same thing when she switched to the other stormtrooper while trooper that was just in her mouth slapped at her breasts and twisted her nipples.

Her body overflowed with sensation. Pleasure and pain, swirling into one until they were indistinguishable from each other. Her vision blurred from tears as they repeatedly throated and choked her. The stings from the slaps on her ass and breasts reverberated throughout her body and echoed through the Interrogation Chamber. All she could taste, all she could smell were the various bodily fluids spilled and secreted by all nine of them, her's and the troopers.

Rey had never felt more alive in her life than at that moment, when every sense and every nerve fired into overdrive. Never felt more alive than when another  orgasm among many from that day built and erupted from her, or when the orgasms of the troopers erupted inside of her and splashed across her face and into her open mouth.

More and more followed, glazing her breasts, legs, torso. Rey collected what she could, cleaning off her fingers as she rubbed herself to yet another orgasm, mixing her cum with theirs.

"Dirty scavenger slut!" a stormtrooper called out. "Let's clean her up, eh?"

Rey sat up, leaning on her hands as she kept her legs spread wide and her chest puffed out.

On Jakku, water was so scarce that water showers were impractical and impossible. Since she could remember, she had only ever taken sonic showers. Of course, this golden shower was never going to get her clean in any sense, but it was nevertheless deeply satisfying to Rey to be hosed down with the warm liquid, however brief it was.

Rey drank what she could as it came and then shifted to all fours to lap at the puddle of cum and piss that glazed her body and covered the floor.

The stormtroopers cheered and cackled, proud of their debaucherous work in breaking another cum slut, but then a horribly familiar crackle of an activating lightsaber signaled the end of proceedings.

"Uh-oh!"

"Yes..." a deep, rage-filled voice replied through a vocabulator. "Uh-oh..."

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It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

Rey had come a long way from Jakku, from waiting for her parents to come back, to deliver this lightsaber to the supposedly legendary hero, Jedi Master Luke Skywalker.

She's been shot at, kidnapped by a patricidal, angry, black wearing, angsty lunatic who unlocked powers she didn't know she had, fought him in the freezing cold snow, all for this dingy old fossil to throw the thing away.

He wouldn't give her the time of day, and when he finally graced her with his leery, grumbling presence when she went over to the creepy library tree, it was to tell her that the Jedi, the last hope of the galaxy, needed to die, and that she would need to find someone else to teach her the ways of the Force.

Obviously, that wasn't going to stand.

"What do I have to do to get you to come back to the Resistance with me?" demanded Rey. "I came all this way for your help! Leia is relying on me for your help!"

"She's going have to be disappointed," Luke snapped. "She's used to it by now. Having your son be the carbon copy of the mass murdering father of your's who blew up your planet and whose familial connection ruined your reputation tends to leave you disappointed."

"Master Skywalker, I'll do anything! Please!" begged Rey. "I can't come back empty handed!"

Luke thought for a moment, stroking his straggly beard. "Well, there is one thing..."

"Anything, Master Skywalker," Rey replied. "Anything."

"Anything?" considered Luke thoughtfully. "Would that include anal?"

"Anal?" cried Rey. "Like anal sex?"

"I'm up for the old fashioned way if you prefer but you really do have a juicy looking ass that I would hate to see go waste if you insist on this suicide mission against the First Order," Luke replied.

"Are you serious, Master Skywalker?" Rey gasped, affronted.

"Hey, look, young lady, it's been lonely up here!" Luke explained. "I've had nothing but my left hand and a Lanai fish nun once after a spot of bad Thala Siren milk for eight long years!"

"Well, who's fault is that?" snapped Rey.

"My nephew's!" Luke snapped back. "Besides, you're a pretty young girl. You've probably been around the galaxy a few times."

"I'm an orphan scavenger from Jakku!" Rey shot back. "I've only just met a couple of boys of my species a few days ago and one of them kidnapped me! Your nephew!"

Rey thought for a moment and stomped closer to him, sticking a finger in his face. "You know what? You're just as creepy as he is!"

"Maybe so," agreed Luke. "But still...if you can't do anything for me to make it worth my while..."

Rey scoffed.

Luke shrugged and turned his back on her. "Well, I guess you don't need my help then."

Rey watched him walk away. As much as she hated what she had to do, the entire galaxy was at stake. She'd have to swallow her pride.

And probably something else she didn't want to think about.

"Master Skywalker! Wait!" yelled Rey, running after him.

The Jedi Master turned, a smug expression on his face. "Yes...?"

"I'll do it," sighed Rey. "I'll do whatever you want. As long as you come back with us to the Resistance on D'Qar."

***

Rey soon found herself sitting uncomfortably on Luke's cot in his smelly hut as the old Master took off his Jedi robe.

"Take off that vest," Luke said, glancing at her as he undid his waistbelt. "It's plenty warm in here."

Rey sighed and tossed aside her vest. There was a fire in the hearth that made the hut rather hot, but Rey was in no rush to strip. Skywalker was doing enough stripping for the both of them.

"Have you ever sucked a dick before, Rey?" Luke asked.

"Obviously not," growled Rey, not looking at him. "Let's just get this over with."

"How about you let Master Skywalker teach you a few things?" grinned Luke.

Rey sighed. "Whatever."

"Close your eyes," instructed Luke with a soft chuckle. She heard the rustle of clothing. Her stomach twisted with nerves.

Rey scowled but did as she was told.

"Now reach out," Luke continued.

Shaking, Rey reached out with her left hand. She searched and searched until she found... 

"Oh! Oh!" Rey cried as she felt his length. Luke was thick but not very long, the texture warm, firm and fleshy.

Rey stroked it, curious despite herself. "Oh! It's...it's pulsating against my--mmmph!"

Luke took her by her triple buns with his robotic right hand and pushed himself into her mouth. Rey's eyes blinked open wide and she gagged a little he thrusted into her throat.

"Ahh!" Luke groaned. "Yes! No teeth! No teeth! Good! Just like that!"

Rey wanted to gag as the Jedi Master's cock pushed against the back of her throat, as his musky crotch and pubic hair filled her nostrils and tickled her nose.

He was relentless as he thrusted into her mouth, holding her head in a tight grip, fucking it until he exploded down her throat. It was a hot, pungent sticky yield. She wanted to throw up, to spit it out, anything to get the taste out of her mouth, but he wouldn't pull his cock out of her throat until his shaft ceased pulsating and her gullet accepted the liquid.

"Swallow it! Swallow it!" Luke ordered.

Rey gagged and coughed as the Jedi's cum filled her mouth, but she did as she was told and swallowed.

"Bleh," Rey gave him a dirty look.

The old perv was still hard, and was stroking his cock as he leered at her.

"I'm sorry about that, darlin'," Luke grinned. "It's been eight years, you understand. Very pent up."

"Fine," Rey wiped her mouth. "Can we just move on with it? I can brief you--"

"Oh, we're not done," Luke sneered, sitting on the cot next to her. "I haven't even seen your tight young body yet. How about you let me see what you got?"

Rey seethed. She stood up and glared at him as she kicked off her boots and pulled down her pants. Her simple sleeveless top was next, leaving only her breast bindings and underwear.

Luke nodded for her to continue and she gritted her teeth as she stripped them off. She crossed her legs self-consciously and covered her breasts with her arm.

Luke moved her arm and seized a breast. He groped it and put as much of her tit in his mouth as he could, sucking her until the nipple was hard.

Luke's hands traveled to her ass as he sucked, and he pulled her closer so that her stomach rested on his shoulder. He popped the breast out of his mouth and leaned foward to examine her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and smacking them.

He watched the jiggle of her ass like a delighted child and then held a cheek apart with his robotic hand as he licked the forefinger of his flesh hand.

Rey whimpered as he spread her pussy lips apart, manipulating the folds and pushing on the clit. The finger, moistened by her juices, traveled to her asshole, his fingertip just barely penetrating the tight rim.

Luke brought the finger to his lips and he sucked on it thoughtfully.

"Delicious," he slapped her on the ass and gestured to the cot. "Lay down and spread your legs for me."

Rey did as she was told and laid down. She stared at the ceiling, and waited for the inevitable penetration. She just hoped he finished as quickly inside her vagina as he did in her mouth.

To her surprise, however, it was not a cock that met the crux of her open legs, but a tongue.

Rey shivered as his shaggy beard tickled her inner thighs and his long salt and pepper hair cascaded on her hips and lower belly, sending goosebumps throughout her body.

Luke lapped and sucked at her folds, and despite her initial trepidation, the old Jedi was rewarded with plenty of juices to taste. 

Rey moaned as he slipped a thick, stubby finger into her wet cunt, and then two as he sucked at her clit.

Skill and experience made up for the lack of attraction, and Rey came from the Jedi's finger and tongue.

Luke peered up from between her legs, his beard slick with her arousal.

He wiped his face and sucked his fingers as he stood up to his knees, stroking his short, fat cock.

Rey nodded and spread her legs, and her pussy lips, even wider for him.

Luke shimmied over to her and rubbed himself over her pink before slowly sliding into her.

Rey moaned as she stretched to accommodate him, and braced herself for his weight as he grunted himself into position, holding himself up with shaking arms.

"Oof!" Luke groaned, collapsing on top of Rey, knocking the wind out her lungs. "Help me roll on my back!"

"Oh..kay.. hnnn!" Rey grunted, crushed by his considerable weight.

Luke took a deep breath as he pushed himself onto his back, with Rey finishing the job.

"Whew!" Luke gasped, his pudgy belly still jiggling. "My cock may be young but the rest of me sure isn't! You're gonna have to ride me, darlin!"

Rey crawled over to straddle him, resting her hands on his man-breasts to slowly lower herself down on his length.

This was much better: Rey could control the angle and depth of penetration, rather than have some sweaty and heavy old guy flopping around on top of her.

Rey wanted to ensure Luke's cooperation with the Resistance, so despite some initial discomfort and a rudimentary understanding of what she was doing she made an effort to make the experience as enjoyable for Luke as she could.

She reared up and arched her back as she rolled her hips, grinding on his length. Luke reached up to fondle her breasts, squeezing and pinching them like he did moments before when she undressed for him. His hands traveled down her slim waist to her ass, and he surprised her with a rough squeeze and a hard slap that produced a husky moan from deep within her.

The moan he elicited seemed to re-energize the old Jedi, for he dug his heels into the cot and thrusted into her, pulling her closer to him so he could suckle on her tits again. He greedily switched from breast to breast as he pumped into her, huffing and puffing as he neared his climax. 

Rey wrapped her arms around his shaggy head as he motorboated her breasts, the hair tickling her and sending goosebumps all over her body.

He began to lick at her sternum and at her nipples, and with a mischievous glint in his eye, Luke  burrowed into her armpit, licking and nuzzling it mercilessly until she squealed and writhed from the sensation overload.

Luke's bold and pervy efforts brought Rey to orgasm again, and she collapsed onto the old Jedi's sweaty, heaving chest as he filled her womb to overflow with cum, just as voluminous as the last.

"AHH YEAH!" groaned Luke as he filled Rey's womb with another round of spend. "I still got the old Skywalker mojo!"

"I thought the Jedi were supposed to be celibate!" gasped Rey, still shivering from her armpit's thorough licking and her pussy's thorough dicking.

"We are..." Luke confirmed. "But there was this redhead I hooked up with after the war... tough lady. She was an assassin sent to kill me for taking out the Emperor."

"Well, I just may have to kill you if you don't hold up your end of the bargain," Rey warned, sitting up on edge of the cot.

"I'll go wherever you want me to go, but there's one more thing that I need you to do for me..." Luke said.

Rey shot out of the bed and rounded on him. "You have got to be kidding me! I just sucked your nasty dick and fucked you! What more could you possibly want?!"

"I asked if "anything" included anal," Luke replied.

"I never said it did!" Rey shrieked.

"You never said it didn't," Luke countered.

"I thought it would be obvious!" Rey yelled.

"Let me get some of that juicy young ass and I promise you that I'll come back to the Resistance with you and train you in the ways of the Force," Luke swore.

Rey cupped her ass nervously, squeezing her cheeks tight.

"Fine," she said between clenched teeth. "Let's get it over with. But this better be it!"

She got on the floor on all fours and then spread her cheeks wide for Luke. 

"Not so fast, darlin!" Luke laughed.

"What?!" snapped Rey. "Fuck my ass and get it over with!"

"I just came twice in a row!" Luke replied. "You need to warm me up. Get my engine revving!"

"I got to suck your dick again?!" cried Rey.

Luke stood up and bent over the cot, looking back at her with an enormous grin. "No. I want you to lick my asshole. That'll do it for sure!"

"I'm not licking your asshole," gagged Rey, covering her mouth with her hand.

"Then I'm not going with you!" countered Luke. He spread his hairy asscheeks for her. "C'mon! It's washed. I may be a hermit, but I'm not a bum!"

Rey reluctantly crawled over to him and held his ass apart. She used her fingers to brush aside as much of the hair that ringed his rim as she could and tested her tongue-tip to the hole. It was sweaty, but otherwise not unpleasant. She tried again with the flat of her tongue.

"Ooh, good girl!" groaned Luke. "Get all up in there! Tongue-fuck my hole. Jerk me off!"

Rey reached under him and grasped his half-hard cock. She burrowed her tongue into his anus and wriggled it around as she began to pump his dick like a farmer milking a dairy cow.

Oh Force, Rey was getting wet again. Could it be she actually enjoyed the taste of ass? It was so lewd and dirty, but the taboo nature of it excited her further.

"Mwahh eh eh eh!" Rey moaned, sinking her tongue as deep as she could inside of him. She slapped his ass, giving the old Jedi a start.

Rey continued her enthusiastic ass-eating until Luke's old chode throbbed. She then sucked a finger and slipped it into his ass, making Luke jump.

"Ooh! Slow down there, little lady!" Luke cried, clenching his asscheeks. "I know I should have my colon checked soon, but let's leave that to the medical droids, huh?"

Rey licked her lips and nodded.

"Good girl," praised Luke. "Now show me your asshole again."

Rey sucked on her finger and resumed her position on the floor, her ass high in the air, her cheeks spread wide apart, face on its side, looking up at him.

Her pussy still leaked his cum, much of it congealing in her asscrack, so Luke did a small squat to collect a glob on his tip and pressed himself to her puckering rim.

He kneaded her ample cheeks as he pressed the mushroom-head into the hole. "Ooh! How can something so juicy be so fucking tight?"

Rey had no answer for that, only a low moan as Luke's fat dick slid all the way to the hilt.

Rey reached under to her clit as Luke began thrusting. His old knees shook with every thrust, and he had to use her spread cheeks as support, but the Jedi Master otherwise fucked her ass with the vigor of a man half his age.

Rey never thought her asshole could be used this way, and feel so good while being used. It was like another pussy, and while she rubbed and fingered her girl pussy, it was like both pussies were being fucked at once!

Adding to the pleasure were Luke's hairy, low hanging balls slapping against her taint and pussy lips. It was bliss. 

Rey's ass must have been bliss for Luke too, for her tight turd tunnel was enough to milk him of a third orgasm deep into her anus, so much so that it was like the cum that gushed into her butt-pussy squirted out of her girl-pussy, drenching Luke's feet with her spray.

Luke watched as she farted his thick spend out of her gaping hole, and then stumbled back onto the cot, collapsing heavily from the activity, exhausted and satisfied.

Rey lay flat on the floor with her butt up and her asscheeks spread, savoring the feel of fresh cum sliding down her taint and down her slit.

All in all, not as bad as she thought it would be. Not bad at all. 

A loud snore broke her from her reverie, and she shot up to her feet to find that Luke had fallen asleep.

Son of a bitch.

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. She figured all she had to do was just show a little tits and ass and maybe jerk him off a little.

Instead of that, Rey stood before him, every hole used and dripping while the fucker slept. 

Rey felt like running him through with his own refused lightsaber when felt an odd tingle in the back of her neck. She turned to find Kylo Ren staring at her, mouth agape and ashen-faced.

Needless to say, Luke's naughty nephew wasn't too happy.

"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

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Millennium Falcon, Deep Space 

"Estimated time to Pasaana: two standard galactic hours," reported C-3PO as the Millennium Falcon jumped to lightspeed.

Rey groaned. She was already nervous about finding the way to the hidden Sith planet of Exegol so that they could stop the resurrected former Galactic Emperor Palpatine from launching his vast Sith fleet. She just wanted to get right to action. A couple hours of waiting was unbearable!

BB-8 rolled around and let out a whining beep.

Poe looked at Finn. He slapped his thighs and stood up from the pilot's seat, glancing over to the Wookiee Chewbacca sitting in the co-pilot's seat.

"You wanna take over, Chewie?" Poe asked. "I don't think you'll need us while we're in lightspeed, huh?"

Chewie grunted and shifted over to the pilot's seat.

"Where are you going?" Rey asked as Poe prepared to leave the bridge.

Poe glanced at Finn and then to Chewbacca. "Oh... Finn and I need to work on our Dejarik game if we're ever going to beat Chewbacca! Ain't that right, Chewie?"

Chewie laughed his guttural Wookiee laugh, and Poe winked at Finn as he got up from his passenger's seat, a little detail that Rey noticed.

Another detail that Rey noticed: the little pat on the butt that Poe gave Finn as they exited the bridge together.

Rey arched an eyebrow. She waited until they were out of earshot before saying to the others: "Hey, I think I'm gonna go watch them play. Force knows there's nothing to do but watch lightspeed streaks for a couple hours."

***

Finn and Poe barely made it into one of the Falcon's living quarters before locking lips and shedding clothing.

"I thought we'd never get over their heads!" Finn laughed, grasping at Poe's belt. "Chewie doesn't care, but Threepio is too nosy for his own good and Rey is too clever!"

"I've always been good at talking my way out of situations," Poe grinned. He backed Finn into a bunk and pulled down his pants, springing out a hard-on that waved in Poe's face. "Or talking my way into them."

"Let me put my dick into that mouth of yours before Rey catches on to us!" urged Finn, pumping his base.

"You don't have to tell me twice!" Poe replied, taking the shaft from Finn's grasp and taking it fully in his mouth.

Finn let out a long groan of contentment and leaned his head against the wall, resting his hand on Poe's head as he bobbed up and down on his rigid shaft.

"I said I'd make the lightspeed skipping up to you, buddy," Poe murmured between mouthfuls of cock.

"Mmmmm...." mumbled Finn.

The door opened and Rey walked in, oblivious to the men's goings on. "I'm so bored! You guys weren't in the -- OH!"

Rey turned and covered her face in her hands, blushing profusely.

"Oh shit, Rey!" Poe spat out Finn's cock and scrambled to a sitting position on the bunk as Finn fought to hide his sizable erection.

"Am I interrupting something?" Rey said accusingly.

Finn swallowed. "Maybe."

"I thought you and Rose were together," Rey pointed out. She uncovered her eyes and gestured between the two men.  "Does she know about all...this?"

"We have an open relationship," Finn replied, rubbing the inside of Poe's thigh.

Rey thought for a second and started towards them with a mischievous grin. 

"Mind if I join you guys?" Rey asked.

The men looked at each other in shock.

"Sure!" they said in unison.

"Well, it just so happens that I too have someone else," Rey said, crossing the small quarters towards them. "Sort of."

"Really?" Poe asked, surprised at the revelation. "We didn't know."

Rey sunk to her knees. "There's a lot you don't know about me."

"Can you tell us about him?" Finn asked. "Or her?"

Rey took Finn's cock and started to stroke it. "It's a Him. And yes...at first I didn't like him. Bad first impression."

Finn leaned his head back as her hand oscillated up and down his wet shaft.

 "What happened?" Poe chimed in, licking his lips as he watched Rey pump Finn.

Rey took Poe's cock in her other hand, her thoughts turning nostalgic. "We eventually developed a strong connection."

"Hmmm...what changed?" hummed Finn.

Rey gave him a few sucks as she stroked Poe before replying. "We had a disastrous first date. And he then wanted my hand."

"In marriage, girl?" Poe whistled. He groaned as she switched over to suck him. "Ooh...moved a little fast, didn't he?"

Rey pumped them both thoughtfully, reminiscing. "Yeah...I knew he would offered me the galaxy, but it was for all the wrong reasons."

Poe pushed her head down as she began to deep throat him.

When she picked her head back up, she lamented "He was such a jerk! He had so many issues! And a horrible temper!"

Rey switched over to Finn as he gripped her hair buns to pull her over. "How would he feel about all of this if he knew?"

Rey grinned as she began to suck his balls. "Oh, he would be sooo jealous. Livid. Heads would roll."

Poe shifted back across Finn's lap so that he could resume sucking Finn's dick while Rey sucked Finn's balls. Rey then crawled over to Poe and sucked him off as Poe massaged Rey's spit around Finn's sac.

"And you're okay with him being upset about it?" Poe murmured.

"Yeah..." Finn mumbled, stroking Poe's hair. "I wouldn't want our heads to roll..."

"We've been on an extended break," Rey garbled. "I can handle whatever he throws at us."

"That's good," Poe garbled in response.

"What?" Rey asked, rubbing Poe's cock-head around her lips. "My ex? Your dick? Finn's dick?"

"Yes," Poe sucked.

Rey popped Poe's cock out of her mouth and stood up. "Okay, well, enough about him! I want some dick! Dick without the baggage."

"That makes two of us, babe," Poe replied, taking off the rest of his pants. He laid back on the bunk and lifted his legs wide. He stroked himself and spread his cheeks as Finn looked on and whistled.

"Damn bro!" Finn stood up from the bunk and stroked himself as he squatted down to take a closer look at Poe's winking asshole.

"You gonna warm up my bussy, buddy?" Poe purred.

"Damn right!" Finn tongued Poe's hole as Rey watched, rubbing her wet pussy.

She crawled over to give Poe's asshole a few experimental licks before standing up to grasp his cock and rub it on her lips as Finn ducked back down to lap at Poe's ass.

"C'mere baby," Poe murmured, pulling in Rey for a kiss.

She felt Finn lift her ass up and bury his face between her cheeks, licking her asshole just he did Poe's.

Poe whimpered into her mouth as Finn slid his big black cock into his ass, thrusting into him as he darted into Rey's ass with his tongue.

Rey reached under herself and rubbed her lips and clit. Her juices and Finn's saliva dripped into Poe's cock, lubricating a shaft that was dewing with pearls of precum.

Rey couldn't wait any longer. With Poe's knees still pushed against his shoulders as Finn fucked him, Rey squatted down on his length, the underside of her thighs flush with the underside of his in the Amazon position.

As Rey fucked Poe's dick, Finn placed his hands on her bouncing cheeks and guided them up and down on Poe's length.

Poe reached up and palmed Rey's breasts, his lips parting in an "O" as Finn's cock pumped deep in his anus.

Rey closed her eyes, grinding on Poe's length in utter bliss.

Her eyes shot open and she cried out as she felt Finn plunge himself inside her ass, filling her with cock.

"Oh fuck! Finn!" cried Rey.

"You like that dick in your ass, Rey?" growled Finn.

"Oh fuck yes!" Rey cried as Finn pounded into her. "Ohhh!"

Finn pulled himself out and back into Poe's ass for a few thrusts before switching back to her's and back again.

"Oh fuck!" Rey moaned. "Somebody fuck my ass!"

"I got you, girl!" Poe exclaimed. "Sit that booty on my dick!"

Rey sat up and shifted Poe's legs so that they were under her as she squatted back down to put Poe's cock in her ass, leaning back into Finn as she rode Poe.

As Finn fucked Poe's ass, he turned Rey's head to kiss her. As their lips met, Rey reached up and caressed his head, running her fingers through his small braids. With her other hand, she guided his hands to her clit, where they met Poe's hand, sliding a pair of fingers into her slit.

With his free hand, Finn palmed her breast, and Poe the other, their dark, olive, and pale skin a swirl of sweaty flesh as they caressed and kneaded Rey's tight torso and malleable tits.

Rey was so wet that Poe managed a third finger inside her cunt, and in response Rey rode his dick in her ass much faster, quickening the pace in their erotic triple formation.

Poe's hand knifed into Rey as Finn and Rey's hand became a blur of motion at Rey's clit. Finn rocked into Rey as he thrusted harder into Poe's ass, faster and faster until it reached an apex.

"Oh fuck...! Guys!" Finn cried, pouring himself deep into Poe. "Oohhhh!"

"OHHHH FFFFOOOORRRRCCCEEE!" Rey screamed, her spray drenching Poe's face and torso as Poe's own cum drenched her bowels.

As Rey ground out the last of Poe's spend, Finn lifted her butt off of Poe's dick so she could stand up and allow Finn to lap at the fluid that dribbled out of her gaping hole.

As Finn collected Poe's nectar from her asshole, Rey folded foward to taste herself off of Poe's cock, squeezing out the last few droplets of cum from his shaft.

Finn signaled to Rey that he was done with a swat to her ass. She reared back up to a standing position, stepping off the bunk to go in for a kiss to Finn.

Finn grabbed her by the back of the hair and pulled her head back, spitting Poe's cum into her mouth, sealing it with a kiss. Finn waited for her to swallow before giving Poe a few more thrusts as his cock softened and then guided Rey's head to Poe's asshole so she could collect the spend that dribbled out of Poe.

"Don't swallow that that cum, Rey!" Poe groaned. "I want a taste!"

"Mmm hmm!" Rey acknowledged, sucking out the last bit of Finn's cum that he pushed out before climbing up on Poe's lap to spit it in his open mouth.

Poe and Rey shared a long kiss, swapping the cum between the two before being joined on the bunk by Finn.

The trio held each other, kissing and caressing each other with abandon.

It was a long way to Pasaana, but with friends like these, few could find a better way to pass the time.

Chapter Text

Death Star II Wreckage, Kef Bir.

Rey had come a long way to find it, more than halfway across the galaxy-- fleeing from stormtroopers in the desert, jumping over TIEs, infiltrating First Order Star Destroyers--all for this. 

All to find the Sith Wayfinder to lead the way to Exegol, where the supposed-to-be-dead Emperor Palpatine was waiting for them with a fleet of Imperial Star Destroyers called the Final Order, built in secret by his Dark Side cult, the Sith Eternal.

The device hovered between black fittings, its pyramidal shape glowing soft red from within. With a second's trepidation, Rey reached for it and took it. 

The triumph of the find was fleeting, and became burgeoning dread. Sweat broke out on her forehead, and her neck prickled with goosebumps.

She was being watched.

Slowly, still grasping the Wayfinder, Rey turned. A hooded figure materialized, glided toward her with a purpose, dark cloak sweeping the ground like a shadow. The figure practically radiated power.

Rey gasped, stumbling backward. It was her. Her face, her form. Pale with porcelain-like skin; yet dark, clad in a Sith cloak, straight out of her visions, whole at last.

This couldn’t be real. It was a vision, nothing more.

Rey shook, lightsaber raised defensively in front of her as her dark doppelganger approached, weightless, seductive, illuminated by the blue glow of the blade. Her power was incredible, intoxicating.

Dark Rey stopped, a hair's breadth away from Rey, gently guiding her arm to her side.

The lightsaber fell from Rey's hand, clattering onto the chamber's floor.

"Don't be afraid of who you are..." Dark Rey whispered, undoing her black dress-like cloak and stripping it off in one fluid movement.

Dark Rey was stunning. Her pale skin seemed to glow, every curve and every tone of muscle cut from marble.

Rey then found that she couldn't move. Paralyzed the way she was by Kylo Ren in the forests of Takodana.

All she could do is watch as her nude doppelganger approached and took her face in her cold hands.

"Give in to your desires..."

Her desires...

Rey closed her eyes as her dark doppelganger's soft lips brushed with hers.

The kiss felt... taboo. Forbidden. Yet, despite herself, nothing in the universe could have excited Rey more. Arousal burned within her like a smouldering flame, fed with every kiss, hungrier than the last.

Rey's belt was the first to go. Dark Rey's hands were so deft Rey hardly even noticed them undo her the buckle. The belt and her blaster landed with a thunk next to her discarded lightsaber.

Dark Rey uncrossed the white torso scarf next, using it to pull Rey closer to her for another deep kiss.

Dark Rey's hands traveled from the fabric of the scarf to Rey's white pants, insinuating her fingers between the fabric and the smooth skin of Rey's bare ass.

Rey whimpered into Dark Rey's mouth as she pulled the pants over Rey's cheeks, spreading them apart.

Force, Rey was so wet for her. Arousal dripped onto Rey's pants, and as if on cue, one of Dark Rey's hands found itself palming the underside of Rey's cunt, swirling a finger in between the sopping lips as the other hand squeezed and caressed her ass.

"Please," Rey begged into Dark Rey's mouth as she mercilessly teased her. "Please..."

"Please what, Rey?" Dark Rey giggled.

"Show me ... your power..." Rey murmured.

Dark Rey brought her finger up to Rey's mouth. Rey sucked herself off of it, savoring its taste.

"The power is yours," purred Dark Rey. "All you need to do is to learn how to access it."

"Hmmm," hummed Rey. "Show me...please..."

Dark Rey removed her finger from Rey's mouth and took her by the back of her head, grasping her triple buns.

"On your knees," demanded Dark Rey.

Free of her Force Stasis, Rey obeyed willingly, and she looked up expectantly at her dark mirror's visage, and then at her bare pussy lips, so inviting.

She moved her head towards them, licking her lips, anticipating their taste.

Before Rey's lips met Dark Rey's musky cunt, Dark Rey pulled her hair back by her triple buns.

"First..." Dark Rey purred. "Allow me a taste of your power... as you taste me!"

Rey nodded once, and Dark Rey pushed her face into her crotch, grinding on her nose and tongue. "Yes... yes... very good..."

"Mmmmm," moaned Rey, closing her eyes in ecstacy as she buried her face inside Dark Rey's heat, burrowing her tongue as deep inside her as she could.

Rey was voracious. Every taste of Dark Rey's cunt was like the nectar of the gods, she couldn't get enough.

Her taste. It was her taste.

Rey gripped Dark Rey's ass and pulled her even closer to her.

"Oh yes! YES!" Dark Rey cried, pulling Rey by her triple buns as she came from Rey's enthusiastic tongue.

Dark Rey took Rey's face in her hands and knelt down, licking her juices off Rey's red flushed face before tasting herself off of her breath with a deep kiss.

"Ah yes... you are powerful indeed, my dear Light Rey..." purred Dark Rey into Rey's mouth. "But that only scratches the surface of what we're capable of..."

"Show me what we're capable of..." Rey begged softly, staring into her counterpart's eyes.

Dark Rey grinned. She pulled Rey once again by the triple buns and pushed her face flat to the floor. The action caused Rey to have to arch her back and rear her ass high into the air. She rested her arms and hands on the chamber's cold floor, adjusting her knees so she she was more comfortable as she eagerly awaited Dark Rey's next move.

"Very good!" Dark Rey praised. "Your pussy and ass look as scrumptious... but seeing as we share the same form, it is to be expected."

Dark Rey sank to her knees beside Rey's head and torso and began to rub and knead Rey's ass, watching in delight as her cheeks jiggled, asshole puckered, and pussy lips glistened.

"Wonderful," Dark Rey giggled. She licked her lips. "Now I want to see how you taste."

Dark Rey pulled Rey's asscheeks apart, leaving nail tracks into Rey's pale flesh as her long tongue dipped into Rey's gaped hole, swirling around, her lips brushing the rim.

As Dark Rey squeezed Rey's ass and tongued her hole, her other hand snaked through under Rey's belly and left leg to rub her budding clit.

"Mmm! So tasty! What a delight to taste my own ass!" exclaimed Dark Rey. She ran a finger up Rey's slick slit, catching a bead of arousal on its tip before putting it to her lips. "And our pussy is just as succulent."

She dipped her head back down and ran her tongue down Rey's asscrack, across her taint, and cunt, all the way to where her fingers rubbed circles around Rey's clit.

Dark Rey lapped and sucked Rey's pussy lips like honeycombs, each pass of her tongue more hungry than the last.

"So delicious!" Dark Rey purred, lips moist. Her fingers slid to Rey's asshole and her bottom hand caressed her slit. "We've established taste, now to test our elasticity..."

Rey's asshole accepted Dark Rey's two fingers easily, so lubricated by her tongue. Dark Rey giggled and slid another finger into her ass, and the fingers caressing her pussy followed suit.

With six fingers inside of her-- three in each hole-- Rey wanted more, and bucked into Dark Rey's hands.

"Oh? You want more?" Dark Rey laughed. Her pinky fingers slid across Rey's taint and inner thigh. "Oh yes.. all those lonely nights on Jakku, testing our limits by the firelight... we could never fit our entire fists inside ourselves... could we?"

Rey impatiently bucked against Dark Rey's hands again. Her asshole clenched around her fingers, pulling them in deeper. Her pussy was so wet, Dark Rey's other fingers nearly slipped out.

Dark Rey's eyes gleamed with a mischievous glow. She swiftly pulled her hands out of Rey's holes, and just as swiftly added her pinkies to Rey's holes, plunging them to the knuckle inside as Rey cried out in pleasure and pain.

"I know we can handle more than this inside of us!" exclaimed Dark Rey as she massaged Rey's inner anal and vaginal walls with her hands. "Yes! I will push us to the limit!"

Dark Rey took her fingers out and sucked the juices off of them before repositioning herself on her knees behind Rey's ass, her Light Side's back still arched and her ass pointed high into the air.

Before fingering her, Dark Rey spread Rey's ass apart to lick up her slit and asscrack before fingering Rey's holes like before, but this time with better leverage and depth of penetration.

When she felt her Light side was ready, she pulled her hands back, coning her fingers before attempting them back inside Rey's stretched-out holes.

Rey balled her fists and gritted her teeth in determination as she pushed her hips back to accommodate Dark Rey's fists inside of her.

Rey's pussy was the first to accept Dark Rey's probing hand-- Rey had come close to fitting her own hand inside of herself on those lonely Jakku nights--but had never gotten past four fingers and maybe a thumb-tip.

Rey moaned as Dark Rey oscillated her fist deeper inside her cunt, past the wrist.

It felt incredible! She was overwhelmingly full- fit to burst-- but she knew she could fit more. She had to. She had to push her limits and reach her highest potential.

"Nnnn!" Rey moaned willing her anus to expand, to pull Dark Rey's knuckles past the rim of her asshole.

She wished she had been more experienced at this! She had fingered her asshole a few times before, barely fitting three in there once during one daring experiment, but never had she considered it possible to fit an entire fist in there! 

But her Dark self had shown her that anything was possible, and Rey had always been a quick study.

With a final backwards push followed by a pleasant squelch, Rey's asshole had finally accepted Dark Rey's entire fist.

"OH!!! OH YES!" cried Rey. She did it! Never in her life had she imagined herself so full, so incredibly full!

"Goood!" praised Dark Rey, pumping her fists into Rey's holes, her shoulders and arms like a kneading cat. "Your holes took my fists, as I knew they would!"

"It... it feels so amazing!" Rey exclaimed. "I've always tried but I could never... oh fuck! Like that! Like that! Yes!"

"You impress me, Light Rey," Dark Rey purred as she fisted Rey's holes faster "Your... our potential in the Force is limitless, as is the elasticity of our pussies and asses, I daresay..."

Rey's legs stiffened and her asscheeks clenched around Dark Rey's forearm. She could feel her vaginal walls contract around Dark Rey's fist as her orgasm mounted.

"Cum for me, Light Rey!" urged Dark Rey. "Let your carnal passion build, and allow the Dark Side of the Force wash over you as you reach your apex!"

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" cried Rey, bucking into Dark Rey's arms. "I'm AHHHH!!!"

Rey shook through the intensity of her climax, her inner muscles pulling Dark Rey even deeper with a powerful contraction before forcing her limbs out with a pop as her body tensed up before releasing a squirt at Dark Rey's knees.

"Oh... oh..." Rey gasped blissfully, trembling as Dark Rey licked her juices from her hands.

"Now you know the true depth of our powers, my Light Rey," Dark Rey purred, gazing upon Rey's exceptionally gaping holes with a look of pride and affection.

Rey pushed herself from the chamber's floor and turned to her Dark self.

Rey's eyes had turned a glowing yellow, and she smiled broadly at Dark Rey.

Dark Rey smiled broadly back at her. "I see you have given yourself completely to the Dark Side of the Force."

"Yes," Rey replied. She eyed Dark Rey like a hungry predator. "Will you give yourself to me as I have given myself to you, I wonder?"

Dark Rey shuffled over to this new Rey and caressed her torso, running her hands up to her breasts and her face. 

Twin lips met, and Rey savored her tastes on Dark Rey's breath.

"Show me what you have learned, my Light Rey," Dark Rey instructed, turning her body around, her pale, round apple bottom arched up at her converted doppelganger. "Show me that you have at last accessed our true power!"

Rey grinned and spread Dark Rey's pale cheeks apart. She had tasted her pussy, now she craved her ass.

Dark Rey wasn't lying: she tasted absolutely delicious.

Rey pleasured her Dark Self as she was shown-- warming her up with a series of fingers before working her way up to the entire fist in both of Dark Rey's accommodating holes.

The sense of power she had over her Dark Self was intoxicating, but she had a nagging sense that there was a deeper well of power to be accessed, a level beyond that Dark Rey had not shown her.

She withdrew her fists from Dark Rey's holes to the sound of a disappointed scoff from her Dark Self.

"Have you lost your nerve, my dear Light Rey?" she said, turning her head to look up vindictively at her Light Self. "Perhaps we are not ready?"

Rey tilted her head at her Dark Self. As she spoke, Rey interlaced her fingers tight together. "Oh no... we are certainly ready, my dear Dark Rey. The question is: are you ready?"

"Whatever do you mean?" Dark Rey asked sweetly.

Rey leaned over Dark Rey's back to whisper into her ear as she positioned her fists against the opening of Dark Rey's cunt. "I know there's more to this that you haven't shown me..."

Before Dark Rey could comprehend the meaning of her words and respond in kind, Rey leaned back and plunged her interlaced fists into Dark Rey's well-warmed pussy.

As experienced as Dark Rey's pussy was, she had no preparation, no answer to the feeling of two fists at once in the same hole, and her walls fought and stretched to accommodate them.

"You think the Dark Side is so all powerful..." Rey intoned she pushed her fists deeper inside Dark Rey, pressing the doppelganger's hips to the floor into a prone position. "But I see now that the Dark and the Light working together for the same goal... or the same hole I should say ... is the strongest. "

Dark Rey just moaned loudly in response, her eyes rolling in the back of her head as she came hard from the tandem fisting.

"I've taken your power..." Rey said as she withdrew her fists from Dark Rey's completely obliterated cunt before positioning them at Dark Rey's asshole. "And I've surpassed it!"

With that, Rey plunged her ax-handled fists into her Dark doppelganger's dark hole.

Dark Rey let out a piercing shriek from Rey's double barreled assault on her asshole, her tight anus stretching and contracting like her pussy preceding it to accommodate the unaccustomed size inside her.

Dark Rey began to lose control of her body, trembling and twitching, and with every push of Rey's fists, gushes of hot piss flowed from Dark Rey's punch-drunk pussy, creating a puddle under her that was spread around by the rocking of her body.

Dark Rey's face smushed into the floor, her tongue lolling out as her piss-puddle spread.

Smirking, Rey pushed harder and faster into Dark Rey's ass, her screams of pleasure reverberating throughout the Death Star chamber as she came again even harder than before, her squirt mingling with the puddle of piss she was now practically swimming in.

With a pop followed by a loose fart, Rey withdrew her fists from inside Dark Rey's asshole, leaving a shrinking gape leaking with juice as her Dark doppelganger passed out, a big drooling smile on her pale, sweaty face.

She closed her eyes, and when they opened they were Rey's hazel eyes again. Dark Rey was gone.

At her side was the Emperor's Wayfinder. Rey took it in her hand and examined it, standing up as she did so.

She had did it. She had faced her Dark Side--embraced her and experienced power-- and then conquered that Dark Side and made that power her own, even surpassing it. 

Prize in hand and feeling quite proud of herself, Rey turned to put her white clothes on, but slipped on Dark Rey's puddle and tumbled to the floor, dropping the Wayfinder.

The device tumbled across the floor and landed at the foot of a rather large black boot.

Rey looked up and saw a very surprised Kylo Ren staring down at her nude form.

They locked eyes, and Dark Rey's voice rang fresh in her head, unbidden.

Give in to your desires...

Chapter Text

"Rey. I've been thinkin' about bringing on some more crew, Rey. A second mate. Someone to help out," Han Solo offered. "Someone who can keep up with Chewie and me, appreciates the Falcon."

"Are you offering me a job?" Rey asked, astonished.

"I wouldn't be nice to ya," Han replied. "It doesn't pay much."

"You're offering me a job," Rey deduced, a smile forming on her face.

"I'm thinkin' about it," Han reiterated.

Rey wanted to say yes. But something stopped her. A line she couldn't cross.

"Well?" Han pressed.

"If you were, I'd be flattered," Rey sighed. "But I have to get home."

Han looked at her questioningly. "Jakku?"

"Yeah, Jakku."  Rey looked off, deep in thought. "I've already been away too long."

"It's too bad," Han grunted. "Chewie kinda likes ya."

***

It wasn't long ago at all when Han Solo offered Rey the job. It had been almost a passing request when they arrived at Maz Kanata's castle on Takodana. He had given her a blaster to defend herself with and offered it to her then.

She was flattered of course, but she knew that her parents could have come back for her on Jakku at any time, and she had been away for too long as it was. She was just going to help out Finn and BB-8 and have Han just bring her back when their mission was done.

Unfortunately, Finn ended up revealing to her that he was a First Order stormtrooper deserter the entire time and ran off with a bunch of pirates who would trade work for transportation, leaving her, Han, and Chewie to finish handing off the droid to the Resistance.

They did eventually, reaching the planet of D'Qar so the Resistance could use BB-8's map to the Jedi Master Luke Skywalker. Han's reunion with his estranged wife, General Leia Organa, was brief and icy.

They exchanged a few sharp barbs-- as well as a few credits for the droid--- and Rey was on her way back to Jakku on the Millennium Falcon.

As the desert planet came into view however, Rey had sudden second thoughts.

The initial idea of ever leaving the planet had been one that gave Rey anxiety, but once she had left it felt... freeing. Like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

Like he could read her thoughts, Han said: "Last chance, kid. Do ya want the job or not?"

***

Heeding some deep-seeded call of adventure, Rey ended up "interviewing" for the job.

The job in question, however, wasn't at all what she had expected.

"You'll get a small percentage of all revenue, room and board, guaranteed protection by your's truly and Chewie here," Han offered. "In exchange, ya give me whatever I want, however I want, whenever I want it."

"Like...?" Rey was confused.

"Whatcha think?" Han arched his eyebrow. "Fine young girl like you, old scoundrel like me..."

Rey was still unsure of what he was talking about. 

"Do I have to spell it out for ya, kid?" Han sighed. "Smuggling is a stressful business, and all I got to keep me warm at night is a seven foot Wookiee. Yer job is gonna be to "keep me warm", if ya catch my drift."

"Like sex?" Rey realized, taken aback.

"That's the job," Han shrugged. "Take it or leave it."

On one hand, it was demeaning, asked to be a married man's mistress. But what was the alternative? Go back to Jakku? Scavenge? Bake in the searing heat, wondering when her next meal or drink would be?

She accepted.

The smuggled butt plugs and sex toys he gave her were a bit much-- but at least she was going to get paid for it.

Over the following months, Rey began to get used to life on the Falcon. Han wasn't nearly as bad of an employer as Unkar Plutt was-- he was abrasive and curmudgeonly at times but overall a reasonable and tolerable man, which made having to fuck him that much easier to do.

Han broke her in slowly: at first she gave him blowjobs for a while, before moving on to full-on intercourse and beyond.

Losing her virginity to a man over three times her age wasn't at all what Rey had imagined during her intimate nights alone on Jakku, but Han was a skillful lover, and rather hung and virile for a man of his age.

Over time, Han showed his kinks.

He had a thing for Rey's butt, a feature that she never thought much of but had soon become the focus of much attention by the old scoundrel. The use of the butt plugs became apparent, as they slowly exercised the walls of her anus to accommodate his fingers or his cock when they moved on to butt sex.

He also had a thing for feet. He'd suck on her toes until they were wet, and fuck the soles of her feet until he came. Then of course, she'd customarily make a snack of his jism.

Other times she would be made to suck on his toes and lick his feet as he jerked off on her face. 

At first, Rey would go through the motions, doing only what he asked of her because she was getting food and payment. 

She grew to enjoy it, however, and would look forward to when Han would buzz her to his quarters.

The man enjoyed his pussy, for one, and would eat her out and rim her asshole until she saturated his face with squirt. 

Life was good, or at least as good as it can be when you're duties included giving your boss blowjobs on demand and taking it up the ass when the whimsy hits him.

At least it was better than scavenging.

***

One day Rey was beeped to his quarters, where Han handed her a rather skimpy emerald metal bikini-like garment with gold trim and a purple loincloth.

"Never got to see my wife in it when she wore it at Jabba's palace 'cause of that damn carbonite blindness," Han had said. "And I could never get her to wear it ever again. But I hid it away, I did. Now, put that on while I get something else for you to put on," Han ordered.

As he went and rifled around in a storage locker, Rey stripped off her desertwear and put the metal bikini on.

When Han came back, he had a collar and a chainlink leash in his hands.

Rey eyeballed the apparatus suspiciously. She'd seen the tools of slavery before.

"Relax kid," Han assured her, seeing the alarmed expression on her face. "The collar'll come off once I work ya over some and pump a couple loads into ya."

Rey pulled her hair back out of the way as he fixed the collar around her neck. "Why am I wearing one again?"

Han snapped the collar's clips in place and picked up his leash.

"Never liked Jabba the Hutt much, but he did have the right idea when it came to women," Han replied with a wink.

Rey gave him a dirty look.

"I'm jokin', kid," Han chuckled. "No, but we're gonna do somethin' different today. Yer gonna be my personal sex slave. Whatever I want to do to ya, or ya do to me, I expect it done, without question."

Rey shrugged. "How's that different than any other time?"

" 'Cause that smart mouth of your's I like'll get ya inta trouble once we get started," Han replied, stroking her cheek before giving her a light slap on the cheek. "If yer game, that is."

Rey snorted and folded her arms. "Fine."

"From now and to when I'm done with ya, you'll call me "Master". Understood?" Han demanded, tilting her chin up so that she could see the seriousness in his eyes.

Rey rolled her eyes and played along. "Yes, "Master"."

Han slapped her hard this time and yanked on her hair. "Like ya mean it, girl!"

Rey was shocked at first, and her eyes flashed angrily.

Han slapped her again and she had to catch herself before she struck back. The wily smuggler wisely backed off. She had never been roughhhandled like this on Jakku without giving it back tenfold to the unlucky antagonist that crossed her, so her reflexes took over.

But at least she had an orgasm or two, a meal, and payment to look forward to after this, so Rey straightened herself out and put on her most demure face, widening her eyes and pouting her lips.

"You still game, kid?" Han asked, his arms half-up in uncertain surrender.

"Yes, Master," Rey cooed.

"Good girl." Han grinned, lowering his arms.

He took the end of her leash and sat down on a nearby chair.

"Get on yer knees and crawl for me," Han ordered.

She sank to her knees and Han tugged the leash impatiently, causing her to fall forward to her hands.

"Crawl," Han repeated.

Rey scoffed a little, but did as she was told and crawled on all fours to the waiting Solo until she got to his knees. She reared up to stand on her knees and placed her hands on his knees to spread them apart.

She looked at him expectantly for his next order.

"What the hell're ya waitin' for?" Han snapped, yanking on the leash. "Take my damn pants off!"

Rey began to run her hands up his inner thighs before he smacked her in the face again.

"Yer forgettin' somethin'," Han snapped.

"Yes Master," Rey said hastily. She quickly resumed running her hands up his thighs, cupping his crotch before moving them to his belt and zipper.

She unfastened his belt, button, and zipper, and slid his pants to his ankles.

"Off," Han said.

"Yes Master."

Rey took off his boots and finished sliding them off, casting them aside.

His old cock sprang right to attention, nearly hitting her in the face with it.

"Throat my dick, girl," Han ordered as Rey grasped the base.

"Yes Master," Rey replied with a smile.

Rey slid her lips over the head, easing it into her mouth, going deeper and deeper with each successive suck.

With practice, Rey had learned how to deepthroat fairly well, but Han placed his hand on the crown of her head and pushed down, pushing his shaft further down her throat than she was able to manage.

Rey fought the urge to gag, and her eyes watered and drool flowed out of her mouth and down Han's balls. It wasn't until she turned a beet-red that Han finally pulled her by the hair off of his shaft.

Rey hardly had time to catch her breath before Han plunged her head back down on his length, holding her head still as he thrusted upwards into her throat.

It was almost as if Han was determined to make her gag with his dick, bottoming out in her throat until his hairy old balls tickled her chin and drool leaked out uncontrollably out of her mouth, only pulling her off when she was in danger of throwing up on him.

As his balls and ass became saturated with drool, Han lifted his legs into the air and guided Rey's head between his cheeks. She looked up at him in surprise, but he smooshed her face into his ass and ordered her to lick his hole.

She mumbled a muffled "Yes Master" from between his cheeks and tentatively began to probe at his anus with her tongue.

Han had tongued her asshole many times before-- it was one of his favorite things to do to her-- but she had never tongued his, or any assholes for that matter.

She was pleasantly surprised-- he was rather sweaty, but otherwise clean-- and she pressed her mouth even closer to his asshole, suctioning her mouth around his rim as she burrowed her tongue deeper inside of his hole. 

Han moaned with pleasure and lazily jerked himself as she tongued him, humming contentedly as his balls bounced on her forehead.

Her pussy was getting dripping wet with arousal, and she ached for stimulation. As she continued to rim his ass, Rey shifted aside the purple loincloth of her metal Hutt bikini and began to rub and finger herself.

She closed her eyes and then she suddenly found her hair being pulled by their roots as Han angrily lifted her head from his asscheeks before he stood up, his other hand wrapped around the leash as he yanked her to her feet.

"Did I tell ya that you can touch yerself?!" Han demanded.

"No Master!" Rey cried.

"Then why were ya touching yerself without permission?" Han hissed.

"The taste of Master's ass had gotten me so wet I just couldn't help myself!" Rey squeaked innocently.

Han's face faltered for a split second as his mouth twitched into the tiniest of grins. But he quickly slipped back into his role and pulled her the hair and threw her bodily to the floor.

She caught herself on her hands and knees as Han stood over her and pulled aside her loincloth, exposing her bare ass. He then pulled the leash back so that her spine was arched and she was forced to look back at him as his free hand swung around to land with a resounding smack on her sun-kissed asscheeks.

"Oh!" she whimpered as his hand collided with the other cheek.

"Ya don't get to touch yerself unless I give ya permission. Do ya understand?" Han growled into her ear.

"Yes," Rey whimpered again.

"Yes what?!" Han slapped her ass even harder, causing Rey to squeal in both pain and pleasure.

"Yes Master!" Rey managed to say before Han slapped her ass again and again.

The slaps went on for several moments more, and Rey's eyes involuntarily filled with tears. She braced herself for another slap once the spanking stopped, but instead she felt the pressure and sudden loss of fullness in her anus as Han pulled out her butt plug.

For a moment, Rey thought to protest, as her pussy ached and yearned to be filled, but the stinging soreness of her asscheeks held her tongue, as did Han's next move.

"Here, since ya like the taste of ass so much," Han said pulling her head back even more by the leash so he could stuff the butt plug into her mouth.

Rey choked, not just by the plug filling her mouth, but by the collar squeezing against her throat.

She did like the taste of it though, and her eyes closed in ecstacy as she sucked the plug and rolled it around her mouth as she felt the head of Han's cock push past her rim and slide into her shitter.

One would think that a phallus in the mouth and a hard dick in the ass would satisfy anyone's craving for penetration, but it only served to remind Rey that she was full in everywhere but her aching pussy. 

She wanted more, if not with dick, then perhaps a few fingers would do.

Rey's hand unconsciously slid to the underside of her belly and to her clit as Han pounded into her ass, managing a few precious rubs before Han caught on to her.

From her transgression, Han angrily pulled himself out of her ass and smooshed her head roughly into the floor as he seized both of her arms. With that, he wrapped the chain leash around her wrists, binding them together.

"You must like to be punished, huh girl?!" Han roared with a slap.

Rey's body seized up and shook from the slap, and with her unable to answer him, Han gave her another slap.

"I told ya that'chre not ta touch yerself until I say so," Han growled, grabbing her bound wrists in one hand and a handful of hair in the other.

Looming over her, Han then straddled her closer, his legs on either side of her stomach as he lowered his length to her gaping asshole.

"I was taking it easy on ya before, kid," Han said into her ear. "Now I'm gonna ride yer ass like the Falcon in the Kessel Run."

Rey wasn't sure if that was a promise or a threat, but whatever it was, Han was true to his word, pounding into her ass so hard that his pelvis clapped against her reddened cheeks with a force that was equal parts inflamed pain and blissful pleasure.

Everything Han was doing was pain and pleasure, and her nerve endings were alive in a way that was like climbing up a Star Destroyer ruin in the searing heat, yet you had just found a valuable component that was going to sell good, so you were also giddy with excitement, too.

Han let go of her hair and wrists, clutching her asscheeks with both hands as he deepened inside of her. He then bottomed out and groaned loudly, filling her ass with hot spend, sending her to her own anal orgasm.

Rey's ass clenched around his pulsating dick as he slowly pulled out of her extracting as much of the jizz she could, almost desperate to keep him inside.

After his cock popped out of her ass, Han held her asscheeks apart, admiring her reddened anal walls, still quivering and puckering from the relentless drilling of his now half-flaccid cock, its tip leaking the very same fluid that now coated Rey's bowels.

After Rey shifted in discomfort, Han unwrapped the chain around her wrists and her arms fell limply to the ground as she lay with her head sideways on the ground, drool leaking out of the corner of her mouth from the buttplug.

"Get up on yer knees," Han said with a slap to her welted bum.

Rey was still for a moment, and with a muffled groan she pushed off the ground by her hand and reared up to look wearily up at him, sucking her buttplug like a pacifier.

"Take that outfit off and squat down," Han ordered. "I wanna see ya taste my cum."

Rey nodded and began to take off the metal Hutt bikini, casting it aside, her eyes never leaving Han's. She then shakily maneuvered her legs so that she stood in a full squat position, pushing the coagulated jism out of her asshole with a few loose farts.

She caught the glob on her a pair of fingertips, and then looked up at Han as he took the drool covered buttplug out of her mouth.

She closed her eyes and put those fingers in her mouth, tasting the ass-cum cocktail and savoring its pungent flavor with an audible "hmmm!"

Rey opened her eyes and became aware that Han was staring at her, pumping his spent cock back into semi-hardness.

"Touch yerself for me," Han ordered, staring into her eyes. "Same hand."

Rey nodded, shaking with anticipation as she shifted her thighs apart and reached a hand down to palm her cunt while she palmed her breasts with the other. She had been waiting for this the whole time, and she practically orgasmed right away the moment her hand reached her touch-starved pussy.

Han groaned as he collapsed onto his chair, he watched her as she masturbated herself, himself now fully hard again.

Rey loved that she could do that to him. At every new turn, when she thought the job would become  demeaning-- like when he brought out the collar and leash-- Han always found a way to make it rewarding.

She started this session secure in the knowledge that at least she would be getting paid for it, that at least he was good for an orgasm, but she really did enjoy being the old scoundrel's dirty little sex slave, metal bikini, collar, and leash and all.

Rey tossed her head back and rubbed faster. backwards, catching herself with her free hand, the other hand never leaving the bud of her clit.

Her hand was a blur, filling Han's quarters with the sound of wetness and Rey's impatient groans of exertion until finally--

"AAAHHHHH!" Rey screamed, saturating the floor before her with a fountain of spray. She lost strength in the arm that was holding her up, slipping backwards from the puddle that formed at her feet..

"Yer one of a kind, kid," Han chuckled, lazily stroking himself as Rey rubbed out the last of her orgasm.

"Thank you, Master," Rey gasped.

"Ya don't need ta call me "Master" now, kid," Han grunted.

Rey sat up and fixed her hair. Between all his yanking and pulling, it had become an absolute mess.

"I want to, "Master"," Rey purred. "This job is definitely sooo much better than scavenging."

"C'mere," Han smiled and gestured her over to him, wagging his erection. "I think ya earned a "bonus" ."

"Hmm," Rey hummed as she crawled on all fours to him, mouth open, tongue out. "For a job well done?"

Rey suckled his balls as she awaited his second climax, and when he was ready, Han grasped her by the hair, firmly but softer this time, and grunted out a hearty load onto her tongue.

Rey sucked the tip, and as she did so, Han undid the collar around her neck and tossed it aside. She got up and headed for her desertwear.

"Well, kid, it looks like ya managed to keep yerself here a little while longer," Han said. "Keep it up and ya might just get a raise."

Rey's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Han snorted as he snatched his clothes and headed for the door. "Yeah. In my pants! Hah!"

Rey rolled her eyes. No matter how much she'd come to like her job, the old scoundrel still managed to get under her skin in the worst way.

"Get yerself washed up and help Chewie with the hyperdrive," Han ordered as he pushed the button to the door. "It's acting up again and we need to get the cargo out on time."

Rey gave him a mock salute. "Sure thing, boss."

"Boss?" Han snorted. "What happened to "Master?" "

"What happened to my raise?" Rey retorted.

"And I said it would be in my pants!" Han said, hastily stepping out of the doorway and pressing the button to close it before Rey could throw something at him.

"I'm going to hold you to that raise, Solo!" shouted Rey.

"Don't!" Han shouted back.

Rey sighed and headed for the fresher. Getting that hyperdrive fixed again was going to be an undertaking.

She probably wouldn't get that raise in pay any time soon. But at least she'd get that "raise" in his pants.

Hmm, yes. This job was definitely better than scavenging.

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The Supremacy, Deep Space 

Rey couldn't believe she was doing this. Flying halfway across the galaxy to try and turn her arch enemy just because he showed her his bare chest and listened to her cry after one of the worst experiences of her life.

Maybe it was because he was the first person to actually listen to her since she went to Luke Skywalker's island on Ahch-To in an unsuccessful attempt to recruit him to the Resistance to fight the First Order.

Maybe it really was the gigantic, glistening pecs and his deep velvety voice and she was an idiot for thinking that just because they touched hands through the Force that he'd turn to the Light and rock her world.

Either way, it was too late for second thoughts as the Supremacy guided her escape pod from the Millennium Falcon inside one of its many hangars with its tractor beam.

The pod opened with a hiss of vapor, and Kylo smiled at the sight of Rey crammed into the pod’s tight confines while the stormtroopers behind him stood ready.

His smile faded at the sight of his family's lightsaber that she held to her chest.

“I’ll take that,” he said. “It belongs to me.”

Rey was tempted to tell him to come and get it, but she thought that was too on the nose, especially in front of the stormtroopers. Still, she could certainly afford to flirt with him a little more.

She held the lightsaber appraisingly for a moment before stroking the hilt suggestively as Kylo gawked.

“Strange, then, that it called to me at the castle,” Rey said, snapping her gaze back to Kylo. “And not to you.”

The corner of Kylo’s mouth twitched in the beginning of a smile, and he inclined his head at the stormtroopers filling the hangar. “You’re in no position to dictate.”

Rey held the hilt out to him, as if daring him to take it. The stormtroopers shifted uneasily. Kylo frowned, then reached out, his scarred face momentarily uncertain.

The slightest tremor disturbed his black-gloved fingers as he reached out for the weapon sitting motionless in Rey’s steady hand.

He snatched it away and gestured curtly for a First Order officer to approach with binders.

“That isn’t necessary,” Rey said.

“It is,” Kylo said, hustling her into the depths of the massive flagship. “The Supreme Leader is waiting.”

Rey quickened her pace to match his long strides, not wanting to be seen scurrying to keep up. Behind them, the accompanying stormtroopers trailed behind them nervously.

Kylo stopped at a lone turbolift ringed by stormtroopers and dismissed the guards.

The doors shut and left Rey alone with him. He was still contemplating the lightsaber in his hands.

She nodded upward. “Snoke? You don’t have to do this.”

“I do," Kylo replied simply.

“No,” Rey said. “Look at me. Ben.”

He turned at the sound of the name he’d been born with, the one he’d abandoned.

She approached him gingerly and placed her bound hands on his chest. His heart was racing.

She batted her eyes and gave him her best come-hither look, not that she had much practice on Jakku.

“When we touched I saw your future,” she told him. “Our future. Just the shape of it, but solid and clear. You will not bow before Snoke. You will turn—I’ll help you.

She watched the emotions chase themselves across his face, the strongest of which were longing and desire, echoed by jitters and spikes in the Force.

Kylo lifted his eyes to hers.

“You’re wrong,” he said. “When we touched, I saw something, too. And because of what I saw, I know that when the moment comes, you’ll be the one to turn."

The turbolift doors opened with a hiss and Kylo led Rey into the throne room, where the Supreme Leader of the First Order awaited them on his throne. His faceless, crimson-armored guards stood on either side of the throne, bladed weapons ready. Snoke himself was almost slouching—indolent in his golden robes, secure in the safety of his sanctum.

But his eyes were piercing and hungry. Rey tried to avoid them, but his gaze was like a lodestone, dragging her attention involuntarily to him like the Dark Side pit on Ahch-To.

Snoke grinned hungrily at her and Rey found she couldn’t look away until the Supreme Leader fixed those dreadful, bottomless eyes on Kylo instead.

“Well done, my good and faithful apprentice,” he said, the voice deep and slow. “My faith in you is restored.”

Then his gaze pinned her once again. “Young Rey. Welcome.”

Snoke waved and Rey’s binders parted and clattered to the floor.

“Come closer, girl,” he said.

She refused him and Snoke reached out with the Force, whose power had waxed even as his body had withered. To his delight he found Rey strong—even more powerful than he’d imagined.

Strong with the Force, and with the kind of towering will that made her able to command it. She was going to make an excellent plaything for Snoke.

“So much strength,” Snoke said, savoring the currents of power in the room and the chaos of their collisions. “I like when they fight back..."

Another seemingly offhand gesture and the Skywalker saber ripped itself free of Kylo’s grasp, tumbling past Rey to smack into Snoke’s hand. He turned the weapon gently, deviously considering all the possible things he would do to her with it.

Grinning, Snoke set the lightsaber down on the throne’s armrest and pinned Rey with his gaze. “Closer, I said.”

She resisted him again, but this time Snoke didn’t limit himself to testing her defenses. He used the Force to compel her body, yanking her inch by slow, unwilling inch toward him across the polished floor.

Rey tried to resist, commanding her feet to remain planted on the floor of Snoke’s throne room, but it was hopeless—she was pulled closer and closer to the Supreme Leader. As on Takodana, with Kylo Ren, she found that both her mind and body had been invaded and overwhelmed.

“You underestimate Skywalker,” she warned the gaunt, robed figure, her voice strained by trying to keep her distance. “And Ben Solo. And me. It will be your downfall.”

Snoke’s eyes glittered with feral amusement. If only she knew his plans for her. Few things were more entertaining than a little Jedi bitch who mistook a little bit of knowledge for the entire picture. Their downfalls were so much more satisfying—provided that before the end, they were confronted by the sheer scope of their folly and failure.

“Oh?” Snoke asked, radiating mock concern. “Have you seen something? A weakness in my apprentice? Is that why you came?”

He laughed at the dawning horror on her face, and her attempt to hide it. There was nothing she could hide from him—not with her defenses so inadequate. Not even her thoughts—her deepest fears, secrets, and desires —were safe from him.

“Young fool,” Snoke said. “It was I who bridged your minds so my apprentice could lead you to me. I appealed to your base desires... and you were not wise enough to resist the bait.”

Kylo Ren had remained kneeling in the throne room as Snoke tormented Rey, his face an impassive mask. But as the truth of Kylo's deception was revealed, he looked up like a hungry animal awaiting his next meal.

Snoke ignored the look on Kylo’s face. He was young, eager, and virile. But he would have to wait his turn. But he did not ignore the delicious fear in Rey’s face. Her shock at learning Snoke’s role in forging her connection with Kylo had disrupted what meager defenses she had. With her concentration broken, Snoke dragged her to his throne, her face paralyzed just inches from his own.

"You're strength in the Force is most impressive, young Rey," Snoke purred, stroking her face with his large gnarly hands. "You will make a most valuable asset, once properly trained."

"I'll never join you," Rey spat, trying to turn her head away from a finger that grazed over her plush lips.

"You have no choice," Snoke sneered. "Your mind... your body... but simple playthings to do with as I please..."

He saw horror in her eyes—followed by stubborn defiance.

“No!” she managed.

“Yes!” Snoke replied, exultant. He took his hands and tore at her torso scarf and undershirt, ripping it in half with one violent motion, revealing heaving breasts.

Rey yelped, and tried to pull away in revulsion as he ran his tongue up her cheek while he caressed her bare torso with his hands, fondling her breasts with his thumbs.

"I will break you... turn you... and then you will be mine..."

He pushed her sternum and hurled her across the room with the Force. He then held her in the air as he smashed aside her resistance and began his painful violation of her mind first, rifling through her thoughts and memories, making do with them as he saw fit.

"Yes!" shouted Snoke. “Give me everything!"

The very air between them bent and wavered as Snoke harnessed the Force and made it his weapon. Rey thrashed in pain, screaming and seeking an escape that didn’t exist.

He laughed as he read the memories of hardship and struggle of her past. He exclaimed in triumph as he discovered the coveted location of Luke Skywalker.

Lastly, he read her recent thoughts of compassion and attraction towards Kylo, lingering on them.

"Oh, you have it bad for my boy, don't you, girl!" Snoke taunted. "Foolish sentiment!"

Kylo was infuriatingly quiet as he watched. It was clear that he had been attracted to Rey throughout his and Snoke's ploy, but it was also clear that whatever compassion for her was outweighed by his devotion to Snoke and the Dark Side of the Force that he was willing to turn her by any means necessary, even if his master chose to do the turning.

"Now that I've gotten what I want from your mind, I will take what I want from your body..." his gaze then traveled to Kylo. "After I've had my way with you, my lovestruck little Jedi, you'll have all of my faithful apprentice you could possibly handle!"

He reached forward with his other hand and then reached it back, telekinetically pulling down her pants, which bunched around her boots before another tug of the Force took those garments all the way off, leaving her completely naked save for her arm wraps.

Rey was still reeling from the pain, dully aware that he was stripping her bare.

"What a succulent looking pussy you have, my young Rey," cooed Snoke. "In my youth, I would have split you in two... but alas, age has caught up with me and my body is not what it once was..."

Snoke's gaze moved from Rey's agonized nude form to Kylo, who hungrily eyed Rey, a bulge noticeable in the inner thigh of his trousers.

"Hhmmm," Snoke's gaze snapped back to Rey. "But my mind is as powerful as it's ever been!"

With that, Snoke's sent a pulse of psychic energy into Rey’s mind. Rey braced herself, expecting a pain like Snoke's mental probe, but instead recieved a an incredible surge of sexual pleasure that goosebumped her flesh and curled her toes. Another pulse, and her cunt ached and her asshole tingled from the sensation.

Despite herself, a moan escaped Rey's throat, which prompted a cruel, hearty laugh from Snoke and another powerful wave of pleasure that elicited another moan that was louder and more drawn out than before.

The energy that coursed through her body were like tendrils that connected to every nerve ending, from her skin to the sensitive erogenous zones like her clitoris and nipples, to the inner walls of her pussy and anus, and all the way to her g-spot.

Even in her addled haze, deep down Rey knew what he was doing to her was wrong, it was a callous violation, she should have hated every tingle, every powerful pulse, every objectifying gaze that lingered on her vulnerable naked body, but the pleasure was so intense that the longer it went on, the more Rey wanted.

Was it that the pain of his mental probe that scrambled her brains, so desperate to avoid the pain of another probe that she was willing to give in to the pure carnal pleasure he inflicted on her?

Oh Force, at this point, Rey didn't care. She just wanted more! 

"M-more," murmured Rey, softly then with volume as she grew ravenous. "MORE! MORE!"

"Hah! And thus the young Jedi reveals herself to be a slut eager for the pleasures of the Dark Side!" cackled Snoke. "I shall oblige her with a fitting use of the Skywalkers' lightsaber!"

Snoke grinned devilishly at the Skywalker saber that remained still at his throne’s armrest. With a twitch of his finger, it floated in the air in front of him. With another flick of his finger, the lightsaber soared to Rey's slick entrance hilt first.

Kylo watched expectantly as his master pressed the saber into the lips of Rey's pussy with the Force, and with the phallic weapon lined up just so, he unceremoniously plunged it inside her.

"OH FUCK!" cried Rey as the lightsaber bottomed out inside her, her lips just grazing the emmitter button.

Snoke laughed in debaucherous delight as waved his hand like a cobra, pumping the lightsaber in and out of Rey's cunt like a disembodied metal cock as Rey wildly writhed and moaned in wanton bliss.

As he fucked her with his faux phallus, Snoke's dark Force energy continued to course through Rey's body in waves, heightening her pleasure and filling the Force with a lust so thick that even the Praetorian Guards could feel it, entranced as Rey's orgasm reached its peak.

Snoke closed his eyes as he savored her building climax through the Force, an action that would prove to be his downfall.

Rey's pussy contracted tightly around the lightsaber, and she came so hard that the saber shot out of her cunt with a fountain of squirt, activating as it launched.

The azure blade pierced Snoke's dented, misshapen head right between the eyes, killing him instantly. He slumped over on his throne, a lecherous grin still frozen on his pale face.

Rey collapsed to the floor, still convulsing from Snoke's Force-induced orgasm.

The Praetorians stood stock still, unsure of how to proceed following their master's unexpected-- and wholly unconventional-- death.

Only Kylo rose to his feet, his erection prominent, even under his tunic, his eyes not on Snoke, but Rey.

When the orgasm subsided, Rey rolled from her back to stand on her knees, sliding a bit from the puddle of sweat that had formed beneath her. Eyes glazed over, chest heaving, and panting with her tongue out like a dog, Rey beckoned Kylo forth with a wiggling motion of her index finger.

Seemingly forgetting his master ever even existed, Kylo kept his eyes locked on Rey, shuffling over to her like a zombie.

She quickly undid the waistbelt of his black tunic and pulled his trousers down, his considerable erection springing in her sex-reddened face.

She grasped it around the hilt and took it in her mouth, keeping her eyes locked on his as she began to suck.

Kylo growled impatiently as she pumped him in her mouth, reaching for the back of her head to grasp at her hair so he could thrust forcefully into her throat.

She gagged, but Kylo held her head firm and deepthroated her until she was close to vomiting and drool flowed from her mouth and down his heavy balls before he finally pulled her off.

Rey grabbed him by the balls before Kylo could force himself down her throat again, and took him back in her mouth, controlling his depth.

Kylo's grip became loose on her hair and he placed his gloved hands on either side of her head, rocking his hips rhythmically into her mouth as she massaged her drool into his sac.

Kylo closed his eyes and held Rey's head still as he pumped away to a building climax, not noticing the sudden turn of malicious glee in her eyes.

When Kylo's dick twitched its first strand of cum, Rey tightened her physical grip on his balls-- and her mental grip on his throat.

Kylo's body convulsed as fought for air, all the while shooting a copious load of jism down Rey's gullet, torn between pain, panic and pleasure.

Strangled, Kylo's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he collapsed to the floor unconcious, his spent cock lolling to the side.

Rey had gotten what she wanted from him, but she still wasn't satisfied. Rey turned to face the six approaching Praetorian Guards, who had already abandoned their weapons in favor of the stiff rods of flesh they held at the ready for Rey's waiting mouth.

They circled her, stepping over Kylo's body to get to her. She grabbed for whatever dick was closest and  took it in her mouth reaching for two more to jerk them off and suck them in turn. They jockeyed and jostled for position, slapping the top of her head and face with their eager cocks to get her attention.

When the first one came, it was in her mouth, which she let dribble down her chin as she stuck her tongue out for more.

Another came, spurting ribbons on her face. One after the other they glazed her from her forehead to her tits, a baptism of decadence.

Rey rose to her feet, sucking a fingerful of jism from her cheek as the guards knelt before her.

Rey indeed was the one to turn, but not in the way Kylo nor Snoke intended. Snoke did not break her as he so arrogantly believed he would. A desert scavenger does not break, she only takes what doesn't kill her and grows stronger. Just as Rey took in Kylo's power when he invaded her mind at Starkiller base, she found a way to take in Snoke's Dark power and make it her own.

Snoke thought he would make her his and Kylo's slave. Hah! No, Rey would make Kylo Ren her slave, and Snoke's First Order would be her's to command. 

With a newfound power flowing through her veins and a raw sexual confidence informing every step, Rey sauntered over to Snoke's throne, tossing aside the previous occupant's corpse with a casual wave of her hand.

She sat down on the throne, legs crossed, and surveyed the crimson expanse of her new kingdom. Soon, the galaxy would be her's to satisfy her lusts, whether they be that of cum... or of blood.

Long live the Empress.

Empress Rey.

Chapter Text

Jakku

Rey sped towards Niima Outpost, one of only a few settlements on the desert planet Jakku, and the nearest one for countless miles. The customized speeder she rode whined and vibrated as it powered across the ocean of sand dunes, jostling Rey in her saddle as she clung to the controls.

Parking up outside the large community structure in the center of Niima, Rey began unloading her salvaged components from a cavernous wreck Star Destroyer that she spent the morning scavenging through. No one offered to help her with the heavy load: the residents were as inhospitable as their surroundings. No matter. She didn't expect help, nor did she ask for it. For Rey, this was business as usual.

The young scavenger took up a worktable inside the shade of the tented structure, and laid out her day's salvage for cleaning. Appearance mattered in the salvage profession: anything to catch the eye of a prospective buyer. Rey had learned that lesson early, but in recent years it had begun to take a different meaning. The other scavengers and buyers mingling around her kept to their own business, but every so often Rey caught stolen glances thrown her way. As a young human woman attractive by most standards of her species, Rey was a rarity on Jakku-- and occasionally the interest of buyers was not only directed at her scrap.

An old woman sat opposite Rey, hunched over an electronic component she was polishing with wizened fingers. Rey wondered how long the wrinkled crone had been scavenging on Jakku. Perhaps she had been young and fit once like herself and caught her more than her fair share of lecherous glances in her day, but age inevitably caught up with her as it does everyone else.

Perhaps that was the lot of every youthful scavenger: to grow old and forgotten, eventually joining the great hulks of the ancient starships littering the Jakku desert—lost in the sands.
 
A barking voice jolted her from her introspection: one of junk boss Unkar Plutt's goons was jabbing his staff at her, demanding that she work harder.
 
Rey scowled and focused on cleaning her salvage. Once she'd finished, Rey ambled across to the exchange booth. Unlike the rest of the canvas tented structure, the booth boasted a solid suspended ceiling, and its durable metal plates-- fashioned from a rusted sandcrawler-- would weather even the harshest desert sandstorm.
 
Now came the least agreeable aspect of the junk exchange, not least because of the individual who dealt in it. Rey had known Unkar Plutt since she was a little girl, and time had not improved the hideous mound of pinkish-flesh one bit. The lumpish Crolute was impressively muscular, but whatever physique he might have possessed was hidden beneath layers of blubber and folds of thick, rubbery skin. The flat-nosed junk boss had taken Rey in when she arrived on Jakku more than decade prior, but the young girl had always had to fend for herself in the face of Plutt's miserly nature.
 
Waiting in line, Rey finally reached the Crolute's service portal and slid her findings in front of him. Unkar took his time in inspecting the well-polished components. His greedy eyes continually flicked up to her as well, and Rey felt as if he was inspecting every inch of her with just as much scrutiny. She crossed her arms over her chest, thankful for the tight gauze bindings that hid much of her body from view and from the harsh, gritty atmosphere.
 
At last, Unkar let out a satisfied grunt. "Rey. A decent offering, if nothing remarkable."

He shifted his bulk, gathering portions from within his booth and passing them through the transfer drawer. "Today you get a quarter portion."
 
Rey stifled her disappointment, not wanting to give Unkar any further satisfaction. The two transparent packets contained beige powder, and a solid slab of something green and processed. She swiped them both and turned to go back to her waiting speeder.

"That's my girl," Unkar rumbled, a leering grin spreading across his flabby features.

Rey found herself stop suddenly and turn angrily towards the Crolute. She had enough. Today was the last straw. She just knew she had a good salvage and felt she was getting jipped yet again out of a decent meal!

"I am not your girl!" she snapped indignantly, wheeling around to glare at Plutt.

"You are my girl. I took you under my wing. Molded you," Unkar sneered. "Watched you... develop into a young woman."

There was no mistaking the lecherous leer in his tone, nor the way his beady eyes took in her slim figure from head to toe. It was almost as if he could see through her tight fabric wrappings to the nubile skin beneath.

"All you've done is watch me die a slow death of exhaustion and hunger while you sit fat and happy in your filthy exchange booth!" Rey accused, years of pent-up indignation lacing every word as she stomped back to Plutt.

"Perhaps girlie believes she is being treated unfairly?" Unkar growled, a dangerous tone creeping into his gruff voice. "Girlie brings broken equipment. Pieces missing, rattling. All junk."
 
"That is a load of shit and you know it! I can get into places no one else can even get into and salvage components no one else can find!" Rey argued. "And for that you just take it all and only give me quarter portions."
 
"Sometimes half," reasoned Unkar.
 
"Sometimes," Rey retorted bitterly. "I'm tired of being undercompensated."
 
"O-ho!" Unkar laughed again, a deeply unpleasant sound Rey despised. "Girlie would like to bargain."

"I'd like to go home," Rey spat. "I've had enough dealings with you today."

Rey turned to leave, but she found that her path was suddenly cut off. Four of Unkar's thugs approached her threateningly, all carrying staves and rusty knives.

Rey tensed, ready to defend herself against the gang of goons, but Unkar broke out into a deep belly laugh behind her and waved his thugs off.

"Come, girlie." The Crolute shifted off his seat and wobbled his way out of the booth, taking the creaking metal door out towards the larger office he maintained further into the outpost. "This way. Now. We have a deal to make."
 
Rey had rarely been invited inside Unkar's junk base. Glaring at the thugs arrayed against her, Rey spat on the sandy ground and stomped after the lumbering junker.

***

Unkar led her to his ramshackle, muggy, and smelly office, easing his bulk into an expansive, reinforced chair. He regarded Rey with beady black eyes, surrounded by stacks of junk and salvage.
 
"Are we making a deal or not?" Rey said impatiently.

"Hmmm...yes..." rumbled Plutt, patting his rotund belly happily. "I want you to please me."

"How?" asked Rey, shaking her head. "None of my salvage is ever good enough for you!"

Unkar laughed again. He spread his fat legs wide and leaned back in his throne-like chair. "That's not what I mean."

Rey's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean then?"

"You're a pretty young thing, girlie," Unkar sneered, and Rey gawped as Plutt reached his beefy hand over the flabby slope of his gut. Nestling between his fat legs, the junker fondled himself lewdly, keeping eye contact with Rey over a spreading grin. "You do the math."

Rey gasped and covered her in with her hands. 

"You want me to... please you," she finally spat, gritting her teeth. "Like that."

Unkar nodded, his fat jowls jangling while he continued to eagerly rub himself. "Twenty full portions... for my pleasure. That is my bargain."

Rey hated the idea of giving in to Plutt's depraved bargain—but her stomach growled impatiently, and her bones were weary. Besides, sustenance was not forthcoming on this corner of Jakku from any other source than Unkar Plutt. There was also the danger of the junk boss's armed thugs, as she'd passed two of them on the way in. Rey had no doubt that they were not only keeping out unwanted visitors, but that they would keep her from leaving until her "deal" with Plutt was done.

Rey's scowl darkened, letting him know how much his offer disgusted her—but the young scavenger moved forwards all the same, looking down at Plutt inches away from his ceaseless, filthy hand.

"Fine," she growled.
 
"Ha!" Unkar laughed, finally releasing his genitals from his relentless rubbing, and began working his loose black pants off around the thick rolls of his hips.

Dropping his pants over his heavy work boots, the Crolute sat back on his throne, pleased, shifting enough to present his endowment for Rey.

The thing was a fat and oily chode, its foreskin covering all but the mushroom-headed tip, which was oozing slimy pre-cum. He had no visible testicles, which Rey assumed his species had theirs inside their bodies. Unkar certainly had big enough balls to make her do this, that was for sure, whether she could see them or not.

Fixing him with a glare, Rey slowly got to her knees, facing Unkar's blubbery gut and the stout shaft poking out from underneath. She gagged as Unkar's sweaty musk wafted out from his crotch, causing the junker to laugh harder.

"C'mon, girlie!" Unkar chuckled. "That cock isn't gonna jerk itself off!"

"You could do it," muttered Rey.

"Yes, but why would I need you then?" sneered Unkar dangerously, leaning forward slightly.

Resigning herself, the Rey reached out and grasped the fat cock around its base.
 
Unkar sighed contentedly and settled back in his chair. His oily flesh was hot and clammy, and Rey felt her hand sticking to the shaft as she experimented by sliding her fingers over its meaty girth.

Repulsed, she nevertheless soldiered on, reaffirming her grip and stroking her palm along the stocky length. Her efforts elicited another grunted sigh from the junk boss, so she continued doing what she was doing.

"Good girl," he murmured. Rey scooped her hand over his dick and squeezed the knobbly chode, earning a burble of pleasure from Plutt. "I like that."

"That makes one of us," Rey muttered, taking his shaft in a firmer grip, pumping it up and down.
 
The Crolute glared down at her from over his bulk. "Careful, girlie. Be nice, or I might just rethink our arrangement."
 
"Nice wasn't a condition of our arrangement," Rey shot back.
 
"Nice pleases me," Unkar pointed out, a warning growl in his tone. "If I'm not pleased, you stay hungry."
 
Rey bit her tongue and lowered her gaze from Unkar's broad, sweaty face to focus on his groin. Her left hand came up to join the right, both playing over his girthy manhood. She began stroking him more rhythmically, stacking one fist on top of the other to jack his wide member with rough downward jerks. Grunts of exertion escaped her lips, and she began to wonder when he would finally cum so she could go. 
 
Unkar grunted, looking down at Rey with a frown to his flat, spade-like brow. "Come on, girlie. You're good with your hands."

Rey ignored him, concentrating on jerking him off, but after a moment more, the junker shifted his bulk enough to dislodge Rey's grip.
 
She slid her hands up his thighs to grasp his root again, but Unkar stopped her.

"No," he rumbled. "Not enough."
 
Rey flashed him a frown, feeling the sweat beading on her brow. "How do you mean?"
 
"You hungry? Fill your belly with my seed, girl!" Unkar demanded, waving his chode in front of her face.

"You want me to put that disgusting thing in my mouth?!" Rey shrieked, repulsed.

"Think of it as a bonus portion, hmmm?" chuckled Plutt. "Thrown in for free because I like ya! Hah!"

He let go of his member and motioned for Rey to take over. She resumed pumping it until a drop of precum oozed from the uncut tip.

"Go on, girlie," taunted Unkar. "Have a taste..."

Rey wrinkled her nose and closed her eyes as she put her tongue to it. It tasted salty, but otherwise inoffensive despite the sour smell that wafted from the crevices in the crux of his thighs. She opened her eyes as she pulled the foreskin down-- then immediately wished she hadn't-- as built-up smegma smeared down his shaft, uncorking a whole new level of stench that turned her stomach and tested her intestinal fortitude.

"Extra flavoring, sweet lips!" crowed Unkar as she fought the urge to vomit. "Now take your medicine!"

Rey's eyes watered as she took the foul flesh rod in her mouth, grimacing it's knobbly texture slid over her tongue and scraped her tonsils.

She gagged as the tip pressed against her uvula, and pulled the rancid rod out of her mouth as drool ran down her chin.

"Bah!" she spat, looking up at Unkar in disgust at his lack of hygiene.

"You better finish the job or you won't get nothing, girl!" demanded grabbing her by the hair with one hand and his cock in the other, rubbing its tip across her pursed lips.

Just think of the portions, thought Rey, and she closed her eyes again and put him back in her mouth, pretending that Unkar's dick was just the particularly unpleasant body of a desert creature that she had to suck the nutrients out of in order to be fed and go on another day.

She sucked his fat tip and pumped the base of his chode, eliciting a satisfied sigh from Unkar.

His grip on her hair slackened, and he took to patting her head like a well-behaved housepet.

"Very good, girlie," Unkar rumbled. "Little deeper, yeah."

Rey began to feel him push down on her head, and his wide hips slightly thrust upwards, forcing his cock deeper down her throat.

Unkar then began to fuck her mouth, holding her head down with his massive mitts, ignoring Rey's pounding protests and pushes against his elephantine thighs.

Just as Rey felt like she was going to pass out, Unkar mercifully pulled her off of him, though it was only a brief reprieve as he returned to mercifully throating her.

Through the sound of her owns wet gags, Rey heard the Crolute groan desperately, and he released his grip on her head, gripping the armrests of his chair, his pace slowing inside her mouth.

"Finish me off girlie!" Unkar demanded, and Rey made herself pump his shaft and slurp his cock-head, squeezing her eyes tight as she dreaded his finish on her tongue.

"AH! AH! AH! YES! YES!!!" he roared so obnoxiously that Rey swore the desert-dwellers outside could hear him. "ONE FULL PORTION!!!

The chode pulspated in her mouth, spewing disgusting snot-like cum down Rey's throat. 

"Swallow it, girlie!" taunted Unkar as Rey gagged on his product. "Waste not, want not! Hah hah!"

Rey swallowed his spend down, fighting the physiological urge to purge the slime from her system.

As Rey coughed and dry-heaved, Unkar Plutt gazed approvingly at her through his beady black eyes.

"That was some pretty good head there, girlie," Plutt grunted put himself away, his massive gut shifting side-to-side like gelatin. "So good, in fact, that I'm thinking of offering you a job here at the Outpost."

Rey wiped her mouth of his foul jism. "What kind of job?"

Unkar grinned devilishly. "One where you'd get to stay out of the hot sun and enjoy all the portions you could possibly want."

"Sounds too good to be true," replied Rey, suspicious.

Unkar leered at her. "Maybe... but what are your alternatives? Scavenge for junk again?"

Rey considered him wordlessly as he stood up and shuffled over to the door to his office, weighing her options.

"This is a one time offer, and it expires the moment you leave this office." growled Plutt impatiently, gesturing for her to leave before him as he opened the door. "Make your decision now, girlie. I'm a busy Crolute!"

"Fine," conceded Rey. She squared her shoulders. "When do I start?"

***

The next morning,  Rey set out on her speeder and headed for Niima as she usually did, though this time she brought with her a sense of apprehension instead of heavy junk as she ruminated on what Unkar could possibly have in store for her.

She almost didn't go, but she decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, for he did follow through with the deal the previous day, giving her the twenty full portions as promised.

She met Unkar at his office before he set off for his exchange booth, and he led her out a little ways beyond the Outpost to a small shack that look like an outhouse. It was decorated with graffiti, and had about a dozen different sized holes at various locations on the sides and back of the shack.

Rey's stomach fell. She turned suspiciously to Plutt. "Is this a joke?"

Unkar gestured to the shack. "That's the job."

Unkar gave her an unsettling grin as he strode over to the front of the shack, the only part of the structure that didn't have holes. Rey guessed it was the entrance. He opened a control panel and pressed in a combination of numbers that opened the entrance with a whoosh.

He stepped aside and pointed with his flabby arm to the dark interior of the tiny shack, lit only by the sunlight that filtered through the holes.

"What am I supposed to do in there?!" Rey demanded incredulously as she reluctantly crept towards the structure.

"You'll find out," replied Unkar with a sinister glee. "Now be a good girl and get inside. Now."

Rey walked inside the cramped space and heard the whoosh of the door closing behind her before she could have second thoughts about it.

A dim light switched on inside the shack, illuminating it enough to see there was no interior control panel, meaning she was locked inside.

Rey angrily pounded on the door, yelling at Unkar to let her out or else, but it was no use. Either he had gone back to his junk booth or he heard her and just didn't care.

Rey sank to the floor, hugging her knees as she contemplated her current predicament.

It was cooler than the desert outside because of the shade the structure provided, but it was still hot. Rey had no food and very little water, and she began to fear that Unkar had taken advantage of her yet again before sending her in a prison to die for standing up to him.

Rey sat there for what felt like ages until she noticed what looked very much like an erect penis dangling through one of the holes. She took a closer look, and it was indeed a human cock, average sized. Bewildered, she wheeled around the cramped space of the shack and noticed even more dicks of various species poking through the holes. Some were recognizable to what most male creatures would have: a shaft of some kind with a mushroom-head. There was variations of course, as there was a hole behind her with two red dicks poking through-- which Rey assumed belonged to the same creature; there was a tentacle-like one, and another that resembled an odd sort of flower with its petal-like foreskin opening and closing.

With a start, Rey realized what was going on. The purpose of the shack's holes were for the cocks of paying customers to fit through, and Rey's "job" was to pleasure those dicks in the same way she'd pleasured Unkar's dick the day before!

At first, Rey was incensed. She felt duped, taken advantage of. She was not some wanton whore, servicing every desert-dweller and off-worlder who visited Niima! She had dignity, she had pride!

She had... nothing. So desperate for food, so desperate to even eke out a manageable existence, Rey accepted a job from a creature she distrusted and hated that she knew nothing about.

Rey flinched when the patrons began to pound against the shack and yell in protest, impatiently waiting to be serviced.

Rey sighed, and resolved herself. She'd have to swallow her pride and dignity--- and probably much more than that-- if she wanted to get through this.

Besides, at least she was out of the desert sun, just like Unkar promised.

She crawled over to the human cock and grasped it around the shaft near the rim of the hole, stroking it a few times before taking it in her mouth. The human behind it stiffened at her touch, and then relaxed as she sucked.

It wasn't bad: much more clean than Unkar's putrid penis.

More pounding reverberated throughout the shack as the pleasure-seeking patrons demanded Rey's attentions, so the young scavenger multi-tasked, grasping the tentacle-like one nearest her in one hand and the flower-like one in the other, jerking them simultaneously.

She aimed to give each dick attention, frantically switching between the alien and human phalluses alike with her mouth and hands.

The end of the tentacle-cock opened into small sphincter-like hole that leaked a slimy liquid. Rey gingerly took the rubbery appendage in her slim, swirling her tongue along the rim of the hole. The creature shivered from the sensation. Emboldened, Rey began to jerk the tentacle-cock faster. The tube began to get hot and twitch, and then spurted a deluge of goop on her face. At the same time, a human cock that she'd been jerking shot a load onto the torso scarf of her desertwear.

Rey let go of the cocks in disgust, only for another pair to take their place.

She paused, wiping the goop out of her eyes and getting some of the slimy jizz on her pants.

There was an angry battering behind her, and she realized with a frustrated groan that she'd forgotten all about the two-dicked alien and even some others that had poked through the gloryhole in her rush to pleasure the cocks at her sides.

Rey paused to collect herself, and quickly thought of a solution. When she'd traverse the dangerous wrecks of Star Destroyers, she'd always have to think on the fly during a jam.

Firstly, Rey needed to save her clothes, so she took off her boots, stripped off her clothing and then  shoved them into the boots.

Next, she needed a more efficient system of sucking and jerking, so she turned her back to the door so that she had unobstructed access to the cocks on the side and back wall of the gloryhole.

Rey took a deep breath in preparation for the job ahead and took a cock in both hands before finally taking on the two-dicked alien. She tried to fit both cocks in her mouth, but they were too big, so Rey had to switch back and forth between the two to keep the alien satisfied.

All the while Rey was jerking off the aliens and humans at her sides, pausing in sucking off the two-dicked alien to suck some of them and the others shlongs poking through the wall beside him.

Once she had made the two-dicked alien and quite a few others cum, Rey found that she was actually enjoying it, her enthusiasm growing with every load that splashed onto her face, tits, and ass.

Spurned on and reveling in being the center of attention that she never experienced as a young girl, Rey found her rhythm, even taking a few cocks in her cunt as her arousal mounted to unbearable levels after tasting so much cum.

Some patrons must have confused the gloryhole shack for a pay-for-use urinal though, for Rey found herself sprayed more than once by the golden liquid. That did little to put Rey off, for even the astringent smell and taste, it was still water, and rather than waste the precious fluids, Rey drank. 

As time went on, the experience in the gloryhole  became a blur for Rey as she jerked, sucked, and fucked a zoological catalog of cocks.

Her skin was glazed with a coating layers thick of spend that dripped jizz onto the piss-slicked floor. Her mouth was sore, and yet she was ravenous, taking each new cock as it presented itself to extract its pearly product.

Eventually, the cavalcade of cocks ceased, and after the last one was serviced, Rey was finally alone in the shack, much stickier but infinitly fuller than she she started.

From the swiss cheese pattern of holes in the walls, Rey could see that it was still daylight outside. She got thirsty as the minutes ticked by in the heat, and was cooled only by the small pool of urine that she sat it.

The piss was much better to Rey fresh from the source, but Rey didn't know how long she was going to stay in there-- or if she was going to even be let out at all-- so lowered her body into a praying position and drank just enough to wet her lips.

As she did so, the locked door to the gloryhole shack was opened, blinding Rey. She lifted her arm to shield her eyes, but then Unkar's enormous frame stepped into view, shading her from the glare of the sun.

"It looks like you had a productive day on the job, girlie! Hah!" cackled Unkar. "Come. Gather your rags and be on your way. You're gonna have a busy day tomorrow."

Rey gathered her boots with the clothes stuffed inside and stumbled out of the shack and into the daylight. The splooge that layered on her skin dried and flaked in the baking sun.

Delirious and cumdrunk, Rey stumbled out of the shack, hardly bothering to cover herself from Unkar's leering gaze.

"What about my portions?" she mumbled.

"Portions?" chuckled Plutt, pointing to her jism-coated belly. "You got your portions right there!"

He continued to cackle loudly as he turned to walk away back to the Outpost. "Oh, and take a sonic shower. "You're filthy!"

"You're one to talk!" Rey shouted after him as his obese figure receded into the distance.

"HAH!" came his booming laugh in response. Oh, she hated that laugh.

And she was jipped out of portions yet again by the fat crooked bastard, having to be made to leave Niima with nothing but the clothes on her back. Her cum-covered clothes.

Still, Rey thought with a burp and a pat of her belly. It wasn't all bad.

She did get to stay out of the sun as he promised, and her belly was full, the fullest it had ever been since she was dropped off on this desolate rock, and possibly even before that. Could be worse.

Rey sighed wearily at her mixed fortunes, sliding her clothes on her crusty skin to head over to the Outpost's fresher station to take a sonic shower and clean her filthy desert outfit.

When she made her way to the fresher station, the cloaked operator held his hand out for payment, usually a quarter portion for a one time use. After he spied the flaky glaze of her skin and the various spots of dried up jizz on her outfit, he gave her a knowing grin and allowed her use of the sonics for free.

Rey smiled awkwardly at the operator, and thanked him for his generosity before scampering over to the sonics chamber. She wasted no time in getting clean, and hurried back to the main hub of the Outpost. She weaved through the crowd of scavengers and traders to get to her speeder, ready to go back to her homestead in the wreckage of a fallen AT-AT.

Along the way, she'd heard chatter among the locals about Unkar Plutt's new gloryhole bitch. That she was good, a real cumslut with tractor beam lips and hands that knew their way around a flight stick.

Rey smiled discretely to herself as she hopped onto her speeder, revved the engines and sped off with a sense of optimism about her chances of survival on Jakku, even if that meant having to continue dealing with Unkar Plutt.

If she kept the customers happy in her little gloryhole, she may never go hungry again. No more scavenging, no more hauling heavy components for quarter portions.

"Jakku Gloryhole Bitch." She could get used to that.

Chapter Text

Rey should have never saved that stupid BB droid from the Teedos.

Firstly, it screwed her out of sixty portions-- while she was hungry-- when it whined so pathetically that she couldn't in good conscience sell him to Unkar Plutt.

Secondly, refusing to sell the stupid BB droid to the old, fat Crolute got her mixed up with his gang of thugs.

Thirdly, it got her mixed up with this cute but infuriatingly grabby Resistance guy named Finn who just happened to have the entire fucking First Order after him and that stupid BB droid.

Fourthly, she was stuck flying a peice of junk freighter to escape the aforementioned First Order, leaving the very planet she was supposed to be waiting for her parents to come back for her one day on.

Lastly, and perhaps most importantly, that the peice of junk freighter's controls were currently overridden and was being swallowed up by an even bigger freighter that may or may not be the First Order.

That stupid fucking BB droid.

So now Rey was currently cramped inside an open grating area with Finn and the stupid BB droid to flood the ship with poisonous gas in case they were boarded by stormtroopers.

Finn was yelling in her ear and BB-8 the stupid BB droid was crushing oh-so painfully against her exposed calf when suddenly the peice of junk freighters door opened.

An old man and a Wookiee burst in, weapons at the ready.

Who the fuck were they?!

"Chewie, we're home," the old man said, his grizzled face grinning broadly.

The old man gave the Wookiee a nod to check out the ship. The Wookiee headed off one way, and the old man headed off another.

Figuring the jig was up-- and hoping they wouldn't be tossed out of the nearest airlock or worse-- Rey and Finn lifted the grating and raised their hands in surrender.

The old man trained his blaster on them, threatening. 

"Where are the others?" demanded the old man. "Where's the pilot?"

"...I'm the pilot..." replied Rey.

"You?" the old man was surprised.

The Wookiee moan-talked. 

"No, it's true: we're the only ones on board," responded Rey, as she understood Shyriiwook, the Wookiee’s language.

"You can understand that thing?" asked Finn, just as continually surprised as the old man was.

"And "that thing" can understand you too, so watch it," warned the old man. He gestured at them. "Come on outta there."

Finn and Rey clambered up out, while BB-8 used its magnetic arm to quickly pull itself out.

"Where'd you get this ship?" demanded the old man once they were out.

"Niima Outpost," replied Rey.

The old man gave her an incredulous look. "Jakku?! That junkyard?"

"Thank you!" exclaimed Finn. "Junkyard!"

Rey glared at him. Didn't he understand she was waiting for her parents there?

The old man turned to the Wookiee. "Told ya we should've double-checked the Western Reaches!"

He then turned to Rey. "Who had it, Ducain?"

"I stole it from Unkar Plutt," explained Rey. "He stole it from the Irving Boys, who stole it from Ducain."

"Who stole it from me!" added the old man indignantly. "Well, you tell him Han Solo just stole back the Millennium Falcon for good!"

Han walked away, taking in the ship. It's his again. His back to all of them, he headed towards the cockpit and smiled.

"This is the Millennium Falcon?" Rey asked, surprised. "You're Han Solo?"

"I used to be," he replied without looking at her.

Rey looked at the Wookiee. If that man was Han Solo, then his Wookiee partner had to be none other than Chewbacca. 

"Han Solo?" Finn asked, the name sounding familiar to him. "The Rebellion General?"

"No, the smuggler!" argued Rey.

Finn appealed to Chewie. "Wasn't he a war hero?!"

Chewie groaned out a reply, but of course Finn didn't understand.

"This is the ship that made the Kessel Run in fourteen parsecs...!" Rey interjected excitedly.  

"Twelve!" corrected Han as he entered the cockpit. He snorted derisively. "Fourteen."

Han enjoyed a moment of private joy as he surveyed his old ship. Then he saw something that annoyed
him:

"Hey!" he snapped. "Some moof-milker put a compressor on the ignition line!"

He stalked to the corridor with the others following behind him.

"Unkar Plutt did," explained Rey. "I thought it was a
mistake too-- puts too much stress on the hyperdrive--"

Han overlapped her "stress on the hyperdrive", and finding that he was saying the same thing he gave her an impressed look. Nevertheless, he turned to Chewie.

"Chewie, throw 'em in a pod, we'll drop them at the nearest inhabited planet."

"Wait! No!" cried Rey. "We need your help!"

Han arched his eyebrow. "My help?"

"This droid has to get to the Resistance base as soon as possible!" added Finn.

Rey glared at him. "I was talking about the First Order."

"The First Order?!" echoed Han. He turned to walk away. "Forget it!"

"He's carrying a map to Luke Skywalker," explained Finn.

Han stopped in his tracks. 

"You are the Han Solo that fought with the Rebellion," said Finn. "You knew him."

The mention of Luke Skywalker really hit Han. He turned to Finn.

"Yeah, I knew him," Han said distantly. "I knew Luke."

Suddenly, a distant, metallic  KA-CHUNK! made everyone startle.

"Don't tell me a Hentaitar's gotten loose--" lamented Han, hurrying out to the cargo hold.

"Wait -- a what?!" cried Finn, following Han. "Did you just say Hentaitars?! Hey!"

The Falcon was parked in the giant freighter's hangar. Han moved to a control panel where Finn followed him.

"You're not hauling Hentaiars on this freighter, are you?" he asked.

"I'm hauling Hentaitars," he confirmed. On the control panel was the video feeds from all around the ship, including the exterior, where a transport ship was landing on the frieghter. Han looked nervous.

"Oh great," he said to Chewie. "It's the Guavian Death Gang -- they must've tracked us from Nantoon."

"The Hentaitars... male or female?" asked Finn, apparently more concerned with the Hentaiars than the invading space gang.

"Male," replied Han. Finn's dark brown face went pale.

"What's a Hentaitar?" Rey asked as Han hurried off, leading them down a long narrow hall lined with cargo container. "What's does it matter if they're male or female?"

"Hentaitars are big tentacled creatures from the planet Orgazmis. They basically do nothing but eat and mate," explained Han. "The females are prized on the black market."

"Why?" asked Rey. She was curious, but at the same time she almost didn't want to know the answer.

Han pulled out a miniature hologram emitter from his jacket pocket and displayed an image of a pink octopus-like creature with a crown that looked like a pair of breasts, heavily lidded eyes with long eyelashes, a wide mouth with exaggerated puckered lips, and about a dozen long tentacles with what looked like--

"There's a pussy at the end of each tentacle, and they're voraciously hungry for cum," continued Han. He grinned over at his Wookiee partner and wiggled his eyebrows. "Nice and tight, right Chewie?"

Chewie nodded and roared in agreement.

"Eww!" gagged Rey in disgust.

"The males aren't nearly as nice," continued Han, indifferent to Rey's distaste. "Highly aggressive and competitive for mates. They'll rip anything apart with those tentacle-dicks of their's that's not female. I got three for a breeder on the Kaboryth cluster."

"THREE?!" cried Finn. "How'd you get them on board?"

"I used to have a bigger crew," Han replied simply.

Chewie shrugged and concurred in Shyriiwrook . 

The five stopped at a hatch in the floor. Chewie opened it up, and Han gestured to it. "Get below deck and stay there until I say so -- don't even think about taking the Falcon."

"What about BB-8?" demanded Rey as she scooched into the opening.

"He stays with me -- until I get rid of the gang, then you can have him back and be on your way," assured Han.

Finn wasn't convinced, hesitant about joining Rey under the floor.

"What about the Hentaitars?" Finn asked nervously, sweating profusely as he looked about the cargo hold wildly. "Where are you keeping them?"

A terrifying BAM answered his question: a long, slimy, bumpy purple tentacle-dick slammed into the cargo container window behind him. The tip, resembling the mushroom-head of a penis, oozed more of the slimy liquid that coated its glossy skin.

"There's one," deadpanned Han.

"What are you gonna do?" Rey asked, worried, oddly transfixed by the wriggling phallic appendage above.

"Same thing I always do: talk my way out of it," declared Han.

BB-8 tried to hide behind Chewbacca's massive shaggy bulk as the portal opened and the red and black clad Guavian Death Gang entered, striking with their black bullseye adorned crimson helmets.

The gang turned into and stopped at one end of the corridor with Han, Chewie and BB-8 forty feet away in the middle of the long hall.

"Welcome to the Eravana, boys," Han greeted jovially. "What can we do for you?"

"Han Solo," the barefaced, scowling gang leader stepped forward, set apart from the others with his black suit. "You are a dead man."

Han smiled innocently. BB-8 nervously looked back and forth at the gang and Han.

"Bala-Tik," Han said casually. "What's the problem?"

Bala-Tik scowled even more. "The problem is we loaned you fifty thousand for this job."

Below, Finn and Rey looked up, trying to get a view.

"Can you see them?" Finn asked.

Rey squinted. "Barely."

She gestured over to the space under where the gang was standing. Finn nodded and they started crawling down the crawl space. 

"I heard you also borrowed fifty thousand from Kanjiklub," Bala-Tik accused.

"You know you can't trust those little freaks!" Han replied indignantly. "How long've we known each other?"

Rey and Finn arrived under the gang.

"They have blasters..." Rey pointed out as they arrived under the gang.

"A lot of 'em," Finn concurred nervously.

"The question is how much longer will we know each other?" Bala-Tik continued from above them in his confrontation with Han. "Not long. We want our money back now."

"Ya think hunting male Hentaitars is cheap?" Han argued. "I spent that money."

"Kanjiklub wants their investment back, too," said Bala-Tik.

"I never made a deal with Kanjiklub!" Han snapped.

"Tell that to Kanjiklub," countered Bala-Tik.

Another sound of a portal opening. Han's face went a pale white as he turned to the other end of the corridor, where the grey-tuniced Kanjiklub gang appeared. 

"Tasu Leech," greeted Han with an uncomfortable smile as the Kanjiklub leader stepped forward, a tan-skinned human man with half-moon shaped eyes. "Good to see you."

"Wrong again, Solo," Tasu replied in an alien language. "It's over for you."

Tasu cocked his weapon, there for blood. 

Underneath, Finn and Rey reacted to the sounds of the new gang and started crawling back the other way to see them.
 
"Boys. You're both gonna get what I promised! I'll even throw in a couple female Hentaitars as a bonus after this job!" Han sweet-talked, trying to salvage the situation. "C'mon. Have I ever not delivered for you before?"

"Yeah," Bala-Tik quickly replied.

"Twice!" added Tasu, holding up a pair of angrily shaking fingers.

"What was the second time?" Han asked, not even trying to argue.

"Your game is old," hisses Bala-Tik. "There's no one in the galaxy left for you to swindle."

"Nowhere left for you to hide," added Tasu Leech.

As Chewbacca shifted with his bowcaster in hand, Bala-Tik saw a glimpse of BB-8 behind him.

"That BB unit... the First Order is looking for one just like it. And two fugitives."

Finn and Rey stopped crawling, tense. That fucking BB droid!

"First I've heard of it," Han replied coolly.

Below the grating, Finn and Rey looked at each other, hearts racing.

Han's hands twitched towards his blaster.

"Razoo Qin-Fee," Tasu said to his second-in-command.

"Search the freighter," Qin-Fee ordered, and one of the Kanjiklubbers began moving down the corridor, aiming a flashlight down below, searching for Rey and Finn.

Below, Rey crawled fast in the opposite direction from where they came with Finn following.

They quickly arrived at a junction box area and Rey studied the controls, thinking swiftly.

"I got an idea," she said. "If we close the blast doors in that corridor, we can trap both gangs!

"Close the blast doors from here?" Finn asked.

"Resetting the fuses should do it," Rey explained as she started, sparks shooting from the boxes as she does. Finn quickly joined in, and soon they were finished.

They heard a mechanical roar, followed by a bestial roar.

Farther down from Han and the gangs, an empty row of large containers along a corridor opened, and the male Hentaitar-- an enormous, ferocious purple octopus-like creature with a dozen tentacle-cocks, a mantle shaped like a pair of pulsating testicles, leering eyes, and a wide grinning mouth with dozens of sharp teeth-- slithered out of its cage!

Where Han and the gangs stood, banks of lights began going off, one by one.

As the gangs looked around, Han's eyes went wide. "... I got a bad feeling about this..."

Suddenly all the lights come on again, even down below, where Rey realized it hasn't gone as planned.

"Oh no," she lamented.

" "Oh no", what?" Finn squeaked, afraid of the answer.

Rey was pale. "Wrong fuses."

"Kill them! And take the droid!" Bala-Tik ordered as both gangs aimed their weapons.

As they did so, a giant Hentaitar appeared behind the Guavian Death Gang, grabbing a pair of members with its thick tentacle-dicks.

Blasts flew as the gangs fired at the monster, and some gang members lost their nerve, screaming and running.

Han and Chewie flinched, turning to Kanjiklub as a Hentaitar appeared behind the gang, roaring deafeningly as the gang turns their attention to it, fighting and fleeing like the Death Gang.

Han, Chewie and BB-8 take the opportunity to race race down the hall. A member of the Kanjiklub gang came around the corner, and Han punched him out with one blow, throwing him toward the Hentaitar. The three wasted little time with their minor victory, and kept running.

Meanwhile, two Guavian Death Gang members ran through the ship -- passing Tasu Leech, who saw another Kanjiklub member down the corridor get grabbed by a tentacle-dick. Before Tasu could help him, he was impaled through his anus and out through his mouth before being swallowed whole by the Hentaitar's wide maw. Terrified, Tasu heard a distant roar of another Hentaitar, and ran the other way. 

Other Kanjiklub members yelled at him to avoid that direction as they all turned a corner, but a Hentaitar was there and grabbed the two others as Tasu fired at the beast and ran off.

Admist the chaos, Rey and Finn quickly climbed out of their hiding place under the grating and scrambled towards a corridor.

They turned a corner, and saw even more gang members-- both Kanjiklub and Guavian Death Gang-- battling a horrible Hentaitar.

Rey stared, covering her mouth in shock.

Finn yanked Rey away, and together they raced around another corner--freezing in fear as they ran right into another Hentaitar!

The creature let out an audible squeal as it caught sight of Rey, and threw its tentacle-dicks at the pair, slamming Finn unconscious into the far wall while wrapping its other tentacle-dick around a screaming Rey.

With Finn out of the way, the Hentaitar focused the entirety of its attention on Rey, binding her in place by wrapping four of its tentacle-dicks around her arms and legs as it began to open its wide, grinning, toothy mouth.

Her chest heaved and her breath came in ragged gasps as its long slimy tongue approached her like a serpent about to strike, terrified that she would meet the same fate as the gangs.

But instead of being drawn into the Hentaitar's gaping maw, the creature let out a low moan and began using its tongue to caress her torso and her crying face.

It's breath began to match her's, and it was then Rey realized that she was there not to sate the carnal cephalopod's primal hunger, but its primal lust. By virtue of being a female, she'd been spared the painful and gruesome fate of being ripped apart and eaten alive-- only to be a sacrificial virgin of sorts to the amorous abomination.

It began to shred her clothing, exposing the sweat-soaked nubile flesh underneath. Rey struggled against the coils at her limbs as the remaining tentacle-dicks poised themselves at whatever orifices they could find-- her pussy, asshole, mouth-- while its long slimy tongue lapped slid up her torso and between her heaving breasts.

Her eyes bulged and her breath hitched as the those tentacle-dicks began to press against her entrances. There was no way they'd fit inside her! They were too big. The creature was going to rip her apart!

The tips of the tentacle-dicks began to excrete more of the slimy product that coated its purple skin, and without preamble the Hentaitar penetrated her in her virgin holes. The slime was a lubricant of sorts, but the intrusion still stretched her to her limits, her vaginal and anal walls gripping the girth of the tentacle-dicks and prolapsing with every thrust.

Rey struggled in the grip Hentaitar's tentacle-dicks as it ravaged her asshole and cunt, the bumps and ridges of the limbs inside of her eliciting overwhelming sensations throughout her body and sending her to orgasm after intense, squirting orgasm. Tearing off the rest of her clothes, the Hentaitar's long tongue slithered between her breasts while it then lodged another tentacle-dick into her wide-open mouth, assaulting her with a savage throat-fucking.

She had a physiological need to hyperventilate as the tentacle-dicks ruthlessly pummeled her holes and wracked her body with orgasms, but she could hardly find her breath as the tentacle-dick gagged her and threatened to asphyxiate her.

Meanwhile, the Hentaitar dragged its tongue across her breasts and began to lap at her nipples, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine and goosebumps prickling across her skin.

Rey couldn’t deny the pleasure the Hentaitar's tongue brought her, nor the unexpected tenderness it displayed as it performed it. She could even almost feel a growing kinship with the creature, even as it brutally fucked her holes and lecherously tongued her breasts. 

Little did she know that the Hentaitar's lubricating coating contained potent sexual pheromones, and with every orgasm Rey experienced, she sank deeper under the beast's chemically induced thrall. She stopped struggling, relaxed herself, and gave into the Hentaitar at last.

Almost in response, the Hentaitar's tentacle-dicks writhed and pulsated inside her, pumping her full of so much cum that Rey thought she was going to burst to overflowing. She could feel her belly expand from the glut of goop she was swallowing. She could feel the jism spray deep into her bowels, filling her rectum and then evacuating it like an enema.

The mushroom heads of the tentacle-dicks that were wrapped around her limbs pointed towards her and doused her arms and legs with even more spend, as well as every other free tentacle-dick that took turns darting in and out of her stretched-out used holes.

The Hentaitar showed no signs of letting up on her, and with every orgasm and every voluminous spray of jism inside of her and on her body put her deeper and deeper in a trance of carnal bliss.

The two disparate beings, locked in a carnal tryst, stood together in a growing pool of Hentaitar semen and all manner of Rey's bodily fluids, oblivious to the pandemonium going on elsewhere on the freighter-- an island unto themselves.

Rey wanted to stay on that island, to forget her troubles. To forget about her parents. To forget about that stupid fucking BB droid and the First Order. She wanted to feel this way-- lost in orgasm, her belly full, her holes full with warm cum-- forever.

"BEEP-BOOP-BEEP!"

In her all-consuming orgasmic haze, Rey could just barely make out the familiar beeps of an astromech droid out of the din of the Hentaitar's beastial grunting and the squishy flops of its penile tentacles.

"BEEP-BOOP-BEEP!"

"She’s in here!" came Finn’s urgent voice. "BB-8 found her!"

Finn? thought Rey.

"Whoa!" came Han Solo's surprised yell. They must have survived the chaos between the gangs and the other two Hentaitars. They must be trying to--

No!

"RRAWWWGGHHRR!" added Chewbacca.

"Careful not to hit her!" cried Finn.

They were trying to "rescue" her from the Hentaitar! She didn't want to be rescued!

No! she thought desperately. No! I don't want this to end!

PEW! PEW! PEW! PEW! PEW! PEW!

NO! STOP! 

But it was too late. The Hentaitar screamed in pain and rage as blaster bolts pierced its hide, its tentacle-dicks tensing around her limbs and inside her until it suddenly went still and silent as her companions' assault ended the creature's life.

Rey felt the tentacle-dicks extricate themselves from around her limbs and orifices, slipping limply to the slick ground with a splash. The tentacle-dick that she had in her mouth slipped out and she fell to her knees before finally belly-flopping face-first into the pool of Hentaitar cum and her own swill of bodily fluids.

The impact of her fall caused her to expel the excess cum from her belly, the regurgitation swirling around her head and expanding the edges of the pool of Hentaitar spend. Rey lamented as she could feel herself deflating like a balloon as cum flowed from her mouth, emptying a stomach that wanted to be full, but never was because of the harsh life of a Jakku scavenger.

"Go get her, Chewie!" ordered Han.

The Wookiee angrily roared back a refusal.

"Well, I'm not getting all that damn Hentaitar goop on me!" argued Han.

Chewie adamantly replied that he wasn't getting the goop on his fur, and that Finn should get her out of the jizz, being that she was his friend and all.

Han agreed, and turned to Finn. "You're up, kid. Go get your girl so we can get outta here."

Finn began to protest, but Rey was hardly listening. In the growing darkness of unconsciousness, she stared at the dead Hentaitar with unfocused eyes while her supposed rescuers continued arguing.

That Hentaitar was the best thing to happen to her this entire excursion and it laid dead next to her with dozens of blaster holes shot into it.

And here she was, naked, exposed, drenched in Hentaitar jizz and-- most importantly-- hungry again while they argued over who was going to handle her said naked body as they made their getaway.

The last thought Rey had before she passed out was that stupid fucking BB droid...

Chapter Text

Resistance Base, Ajan Kloss

Rey stood in the clearing at the border of the tent village of the Resistance's makeshift base and the vast surrounding forest, the white and orange bell-shaped astromech droid named BB-8 rolling around, beeping at her encouragingly to do what she usually came here to do.

Train.

Train to be a Jedi. Train to fight the First Order. Train to prepare for her inevitable showdown with the Supreme Leader of the First Order, Kylo Ren.

Kylo Ren... Could she train away her conflicted feelings for him? Could she train away her feelings and longing for his good true self, Ben Solo?

Her Jedi Master-- General Leia Organa-- would have Rey focus on reaching out to the Force, centering her feelings through meditation, but since Leia was otherwise preoccupied at the moment with the other Resistance leaders, Rey would have to train by herself today.

She hated that she was stuck here on Ajan Kloss while her friends-- the Wookiee Chewbacca, the former First Order stormtrooper Finn, and ace fighter pilot Poe-- were out in a dangerous raid.

She wanted to be out there helping them, but Leia insisted that she keep up her Jedi training.

She couldn’t focus on meditation, not while her friends were putting themselves in danger for the Resistance. 

Rey paced around for a few minutes before she unhooked her lightsaber from her belt. She decided to run the training course that she had set up in the jungle planet’s expansive forest terrain.

If she stretched her legs and got some exercise, she reasoned, perhaps she could get her mind off of the lingering conflicted thoughts of Kylo Ren and the worries she had for her friends.

"Ready to run the course with me, BB-8?" Rey asked affectionately.

The droid beeped an affirmative, and Rey activated her lightsaber and did a couple of warmup twirls with it.

Activating the training ball from her pack, Rey gave chase as the training ball flew away, leaping over crevasses and up trees, parkouring over obstacles, all in an effort to catch it and deactivate it while avoiding the stinging energy bolts it shot at her. 

Physical training had been something she excelled at, it was natural for her. She had been defending herself in solitude for most of her life in the no man's land of Jakku. The physicality and repetition of it had been a way to focus her energies in the way she couldn't with meditation, and provided a welcome distraction from her worrisome thoughts.

But even now, even with all the repetition of running, leaping, and flipping through the jungle, all the lightsaber strikes and blaster bolt deflections couldn't keep the nagging thoughts of Kylo Ren and her friends out of her mind.

Narrowly avoiding a blaster bolt to the shoulder, Rey managed to deactivate the training ball, which descended peacefully on the jungle floor.

Rey gasped and scanned the trees, remembering BB-8 with a start. She must have lost the poor droid acres ago.

No matter. BB-8 probably gave up trying to chase her and turned back to the base.

She turned her lightsaber off and rested on her haunches as she caught her breath.

Suddenly, Rey heard giggling a few yards beyond the trees and brush. She shot back up and switched her lightsaber back on.

She heard the giggling again, along with a high pitched squeal and a low moan, and she crept fast over to the source of the sound through through the branches, leaves, and vines.

"Hyah!" Rey yelled, slicing through the jungle undergrowth to find--

Rose Tico, leader of the Resistance's Engineering Corps, and Lieutenant Kaydel Ko Connix, groping each other and making out on a blanket under the cover of a tree!

"Oi!" yelled Rey, and the pair immediately stopped kissing and rushed to button-up their open khaki-colored shirts, their bare breasts exposed to the jungle air. "What the fuck are you two doing?!"

Rose stood up straight, her half-moon eyes going wide at the sight of the Jedi’s lit lightsaber. Rey deactivated it, and Connix stood up beside Rose. Connix was taller, pale and blonde, while Rose was shorter, tan-skinned, and stockier. They were still fumbling with their shirt buttons, and Rey found herself staring at their naked busoms despite herself.

She shook off the distracting sight. She was much too outraged. How could they do this?!

"Rey, let me explain--" Rose replied calmly. She gave up trying to button up her now half-buttoned shirt and raised her hands in a surrendering gesture.

"Why are you doing this, Rose?!" demanded Rey, forcing her eyes up to Rose's face. "I thought you and Finn had something special!"

Rose sighed, and her hands fell limply to her sides. "Me, too, but--"

"But what?!" accused Rey.

"But Finn didn't feel the same way," replied Rose, throwing up her hands.

Rey continued to glare at Rose but then turned her attention to Connix.

"And you!" she hissed. "Weren't you and Poe--?!"

Connix snorted. "I had a thing for him but--"

Rey sighed. "But..?"

Connix crossed her arms, scoffed and looked away.

"Well, as it turned out... our would-be boyfriends were actually gay for each other," Rose explained embarrassedly.

Rey's eyes went wide in shock. "Wha...?!"

Rose shrugged. "He let me down easy."

Rey blinked and shook her head in disbelief. "Wow. I'm sorry. I had no idea."

Rose smiled and glanced affectionately at Connix.

"Don't be," she said, rubbing Connix's back and squeezing her shoulder. "We've been having quite a bit of fun with each other, haven't we, babe?"

Connix grinned mischievously and leaned in for a kiss. "Damn right."

The pair began to resume their passionate kissing and heavy petting before Rey loudly cleared her throat.

The two sheepishly broke apart and straightened themselves out.

"You seeing anyone by any chance?" Rose asked Rey curiously.

"A guy?" pressed Connix.

Rey looked away and bit her lip. She couldn’t exactly tell them about him.

"I mean, if you're okay with sharing, of course, " Rose quickly added.

Rey shrugged.

"Kind of," she admitted.

" "Kind of" ?" grinned Connix. "Do tell!"

"Well, it's kind of a long distance thing," explained Rey. "He's real sensitive, a great listener. We have a real bond. A connection, you know? But he has another side to him. A dark side."

She paused. She didn't want to give away too much.

Rose exchanged a look of concern with Connix.

"Does he hit you?" she asked.

"We've fought. A couple times," Rey replied, hugging herself self-conciously. "The last time we had a falling out, he had this huge fit and went off on a tear. So I closed him out. I'm breaking it off until he gets himself sorted out for good."

Rose clicked her tongue and stood at Rey's left side, wrapping her right arm around Rey’s waist as she rubbed Rey’s arm sympathetically with her left hand. "I'm sorry, girl..."

"Boys can be such assholes sometimes," added Connix standing on Rey's right, rubbing her other arm, her fingers grazing the armband that covered the scar she got fighting the Praetorian Guards with Kylo Ren on the Supremacy.

"Thanks," smiled Rey, looking at both of them appreciatively.

Rose smiled back and placed the hand that was on Rey's arm onto her right cheek, caressing it.

Before Rey knew it, their lips met for a soft kiss.

It surprised her, but Rey accepted the kiss, even reciprocating after a few seconds.

Their lips parted, and Rey felt a soft hand on her left cheek, turning her head to Connix's lips.

Rey accepted Connix's kiss, too, and uncrossed her arms to wrap around both of their waists, pulling them in closer. 

"Let us take care of you, Rey," urged Rose, turning Rey's head back to her to kiss her again.

Connix moved behind Rey and placed her hands at Rey's waist, kissing the crook of her neck where the collar of her Jedi tunic began.

"We'll help you forget all about him," Connix promised, creeping her hands over the "V" of Rey's hips.

With Connix behind her, Rey placed both hands on Rose's hips, her fingers groping for Rose's plump ass the harder they kissed.

Rey felt Connix undo her leather belt and holster, and she could hear the clink of her blaster and lightsaber as they fell to the jungle floor. Rose then removed Rey's torso scarf, and Rey lifted her arms as Rose pulled her white tunic over her head, freeing Rey's pert breasts. Rose's hands glided up Rey's bare torso up to her breasts, sending goosebumps throughout her body. She squeezed and kneaded them, kissing down from Rey's jaw, to her collarbone, and to her sternum before taking a stiff nipple into her mouth.

Connix slipped her deft hands into the waistband of Rey's trousers, her fingers combing through the patch of hair at Rey's muff before reaching the lips of her pussy, which had become dripping wet by this point.

Rey moaned into Connix's mouth as Connix's middle finger rubbed over her clit, the bookending fingers spreading her labia. She bit Rey's lips and then nibbled Rey's ears before kissing to her nape, her lips and tongue tracing down the line of Rey's spine.

Taking Connix's example, Rose's tongue went from lapping at Rey's nipples to her sternum and down her washboard abdominals. Playfully, Rose swirled the tip of her tongue in Rey's inny bellybutton as Connix's lips met the curve of Rey's low back, and together their hands met at the waistband of Rey's trousers and pulled down.

Rey kicked off her boots allowed them to remove her trousers, undressing her to her just her arm wraps.

They were on their knees as Rey stood over them, trembling in anticipation for what they were going to do to her next.

Rose caressed Rey’s thighs as she brought her face to Rey’s muff, inhaling her scent before pressing her lips to Rey’s pink.

Rey gasped and grasped Rose's hair, pushing the mechanic's face harder into her heat. The motion drove her hips back and jutted her butt out into Connix's face.

The lieutenant grinned and whistled in appreciation of Rey's ample derriere, squeezing her asscheeks and spreading them apart, admiring the pink of her winking asshole.

"Hmm..." purred Connix. "I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks?"

Rey moaned in anticipation of Connix's tongue as Rose lapped her pussy. Connix licked her lips before and dove between Rey's cheeks, running her tongue up Rey’s perineum before boring into her asshole with it.

"Mmm! Your asshole tastes so fucking good, Rey!" called Connix, her voice muffled from Rey's ass. "So flavorful!"

Connix pushed her tongue as deep as it could go, swirling her tongue inside Rey's anus while her lips suctioned around Rey's gaping butthole while Rose did much the same to Rey's pussy.

As they did so, their breasts pressed together from their closeness. Drool rained down from their mouths as they slobbered Rey's holes with copious amounts of saliva, slathering their breasts and wetting their open shirts.

Rey could feel her climax building, and she pushed their faces harder into her ass and pussy, their tongues still lapping at her holes. She grabbed a handful of their hair and ground her hips into their mouths, shaking as the first waves of her orgasm shuddered through her body. Her grip on Rose’s hair slackened, and Rose seized upon her clit, rubbing it vigorously with her fingertips, taking Rey over the edge over the edge of her limits. Rey screamed her passion into the jungle, spraying Rose's face with her squirt.

Face drenched, Rose slurped up the girl-cum that dripped from Rey's pussy and ran down her quaking thighs, meeting Connix's tongue at Rey's perineum. Rose could taste Rey's ass on Connix's breath as their tongues danced, which made Rose want to sample Rey's anus for herself.

The pair extricated themselves from under Rey and guided the unsteady Jedi to a lying position on the blanket.

Rey waited as the girls quickly undressed from their drool, sweat, and girl-cum drenched uniforms, and then opened her legs for them as the pair seductively crawled over to her.

"Its my turn to make you squirt!" squealed Connix in excitement.

Rey smiled and bit her lip, rubbing her pussy and giving her own juices a taste. 

"Can I taste your pussy?" she asked. "I've never tasted another girl's pussy before."

Connix and Rose exchanged a sidelong look with each other and nodded to what positions they would take next.

Rey watched as Connix crawled over by her head while Rose situated herself between her legs, all the while wondering what was in store for her.

"Sure you can, Rey," replied Connix, swinging her left leg over Rey's head so that she straddled Rey's face, effectively sitting on her mouth. Rey's nose poked into Connix's asshole, her scent making Rey's mouth water. Rey wasted no time in sampling her first taste of another woman, reaching up to Connix's ample asscheeks so she could smoosh her face and tongue into the lieutenant's inviting pink.

Connix gasped as Rey’s tongue probed around inside her and smiled slowly at Rose, who was just as impressed with Rey's enthusiasm.

"Hmmmm," Rey purred, finding she enjoyed the unique, heady flavor of a woman. Rey was desperate to taste every drop of Connix's juices, her enthusiasm increasing with every flick of her tongue. Connix moaned in appreciation of Rey's efforts, grinding herself on Rey's face.

"Well, I can't let you two have all the fun," said Rose. She tapped Rey's thighs and prompted her to lift her legs into the air so she could have unrestricted access to Rey’s ass and pussy. Connix leaned forth and bent Rey's legs back to Rey’s chest, pinning Rey’s legs under her arms.

The position displayed Rey's ass magnificently to Rose, and Connix slid her hands down Rey's slick inner thighs to spread Rey's pink apart for her own tasting pleasure, sliding her tongue down Rey's slit.

Rose placed her hands on Rey’s asscheeks, overlapping her hands on Connix's. She admired Rey’s winking asshole, slick with her partner's spit. She pressed her tongue to Rey's asscrack, tasting the cocktail of Rey's ass juices and Connix's saliva before swirling her tongue around her rim, wriggling the tip inside.

"Hmm... you're right, Kaydel," purred Rose between licks. "Rey's ass does taste as good as it looks!"

As Rose ate her ass, Rey was overcome with an overwhelming desire to find out what ass tasted like for herself. She pushed up against Connix's ass and lifted her chin to tongue Connix's butthole.

Connix shivered at the sensation, and adjusted her hips so that Rey could tongue her asshole better.

"You like the taste of ass as much as I do, Rey?" asked Connix as she reared up and squat-fucked Rey's tongue. "Does my asshole taste good, Rey?"

"Hmm hmm!" confirmed Rey, lifting her head to chase Connix's ass as the lieutenant twerked it on her face.

"Eat my ass, Rey!" demanded Connix, smooshing the full weight of her booty onto Rey's eager face. She then leaned forward again, pushing Rose's face hard in between Rey's spead-apart asscheeks. "Eat Rey's ass, Rose!"

"Yes, Lieutenant!" replied Rose with a giggle, her voice muffled between Rey's bubble-buttcheeks.

As Rose lapped Rey's asshole, Connix kept her eye contact as her hands moved back to Rey's pussy, spreading the lips apart as she dipped her head back down to suck Rey's clit, sliding a pair of fingers into her heat.

Following Connix's example, Rose slid a pair of fingers in Rey's ass, warmed up from her and the lieutenant's hungry tongues.

The inner walls of Rey's asshole tightened around Rose's fingers, unaccustomed to the penetration. But Rose had done this before, both to herself, Connix, and other partners, so she knew how fast to go and how much pressure to apply. Soon Rey's anus had comfortably accommodated Rose's fingers, and took them from fingertip to knuckle, over and over, just like Connix's fingers inside her pussy.

They fingered Rey's holes like twin pistons and tongued her clit together, reveling in the taste of her juices and the lewd squelched sounds their fingers made inside her tight holes.

Rey too reveled in the full feeling in her holes and the sensations they elicited. She came for a second time, this time with both her pussy and her asshole. Her anal orgasm was a feeling that was foreign to her, having never had her anus so throughly tongue-fucked and fingered before.

As Rey writhed from her dual orgasm, Connix furiously rubbed the young Jedi’s clit, sending Rey over the edge for an explosive third orgasm, spraying Rose's and Connix's faces like a geyser with her girl-cum.

As they sipped her spray, Rey gasped to catch her breath, huffing in Connix's musky scent. Connix's cunt was dripping with arousal-- she was close to orgasm herself. Rey was determined to return the favor and make Connix squirt. She wanted to drown in Connix's girl-cum, so she dove straight back into Connix's pussy tongue-first, burying it inside her. While holding a cheek apart with one hand, Rey rubbed Connix's clit the same way Connix rubbed her's.

At the same time, Rose squeezed Connix's breasts and sucked her nipples, taking her to a shuddering climax. She cried out and took Rose's face her hands, whimpering in her mouth as she kissed her.

Under her, Rey continued to tongue her pussy and rub her clit. Connix shook and clenched her cheeks tight, then released them, gushing onto Rey's face, her spray dribbling down Rey's chin and chest.

Rey lapped up whatever juice she could, and gasped "Oh Maker! That was amazing!" when she finally caught her breath.

Rose grinned and stood up, rubbing her lips, sliding a finger over her slit. "I haven't gotten mine yet. You wanna taste my pussy too, Rey?"

Connix dismounted Rey's face and stood on all fours, looking from Rey to Rose, eager to hear the Jedi’s answer.

"Fuck yes!" laughed Rey. She beckoned Rose forth. "Another full portion for Rey!"

Connix leaned over and licked some squirt off of Rey face before giving her a kiss.

"Have you ever heard of "tribbing"? she asked. "Its one of my favorite ways to cum."

Rose gave a knowing glance to Connix and nodded. "Mmm hmm..."

"I haven't, no," Rey replied. She sat up, resting her weight on her hands. "But I'd like to try!"

Connix got down on her knees and placed her hands on Rey’s knees as Rose stood behind Rey. "Okay. Lay back. I'll take the lead because it's your first time."

Rose lifted Rey's head up and gave her an upside-down kiss. "It's her nice way of telling you that she's going to fuck the shit out of you. She likes to top."

Rey licked her lips and wiggled her eyebrows. "I like the sound of that."

"And I like the sound your mouth makes when you're eating ass and sucking pussy," reiterated Rose. "So lay back down again and let me sit on your face."

Rey grinned and laid back down on the blanket, holding her hands up to guide Rose's ass to her face as the engineer squatted down on it.

As Rose did so, Connix slung her left leg over Rey's right and placed Rey's left leg on her right shoulder, pressing her pussy flush against Rey's.

With Rose in a squatting position above her face, Rey stuck her tongue out and licked at Rose's pussy.

Rose grinned at Connix, and she began to bounce on Rey's tongue while she rubbed circles around her clit.

Watching this, Connix leveraged her weight into Rey and began to grind her pussy against Rey's.

Rey enjoyed the friction, but she didn’t see what the fuss was about at first, and continued to tongue-fuck Rose's cunt. It wasn't until Connix adjusted her hips and aligned their clits together that Rey understood the possibilities of tribbing.

It was the warmth, the wetness, the weight of Connix's body, all focused on that little button of her clitoris. It was the tickle of Connix's pubic hair against her labia, sending shivers throughout her body in the jungle heat.

Rey moaned with her mouth against Rose's pussy, sucking at it desperately as Connix ground herself rhythmically and unrelentingly against her. 

Rose pressed Rey's face into her crotch with one hand, grinding herself on Rey's features with the same intensity as her blonde-haired beau, and with the other hand rubbed her own clit.

Rose shook as her first orgasm came, and then she shifted her hips forward so Rey could tongue her asshole, all the while rubbing her clit with sweat-dripping intensity. The combination was enough to send her over the edge again in succession, loosing a spray that doused Connix's face--who leaned into it as she fucked Rey-- and splashed down across Rey's heaving breasts and abdominals.

The taste of her lover's squirt and the feeling of Rey's hot pussy against her's brought Connix to a second orgasm, and she covered Rey's belly with even more girl-cum.

Rose's knees grew weak and she dismounted. She then scrambled over to lap at the spray from her and Connix that covered Rey's belly as Connix ground out her orgasm to finish Rey off.

Rose helped them along, poking her head down to where their pussies met and tonguing at their clits.

The addition of Rose's tongue with Connix's tribbing was enough to send Rey to orgasmic bliss for a fourth time. She seized up and released a forceful squirt into Rose's face, and then collapsed onto the blanket, exhausted.

Rose and Connix met for a kiss, cleaning the sheen of girl-cum off each other’s faces.

Once they were done, they laid on either side of Rey and took turns giving her tender kisses.

The taste of ass, pussy, and girl-cum was heavy on their breaths, and Rey was drunk on it. She was so throughly spent, but also so throughly satisfied. She could've spent the remainder of the day asleep, naked in the jungle with Connix and Rose.

The Resistance would be fine without them for an afternoon, right?

Any thoughts of a nap were dashed however, as the girls then heard a beep, and out of the jungle foliage rolled BB-8. The little droid let out a series of questioning beeps at her as it approached.

"What were we doing?" echoed Rey innocently. She put her arms around Rose and Connix's shoulders and pulled them close. "Training. This was training."

The droid was unconvinced, replying that it knew what "training" looked like, and what they were doing wasn't "training." This was not the time for Rey to slack. It would have to tell General Leia about this.

"No! No. Don't tell General Leia! We were training!" exclaimed Rey. She looked around wildly at Rose and Connix for support. "We were, uh, sparring. Um, naked sparring."

BB-8 beeped in understanding, saying that Finn and Poe did a lot of "naked sparring", too. Come to think of it, it saw a lot of "naked sparring" going on in the Resistance's ranks.

Rose coughed loudly and Connix started giggling, but Rey kept a straight face and nodded wisely at BB-8.

"Exactly," Rey confirmed. "The only way we're going to defeat the First Order is by keeping in tip-top shape with training like "naked sparring"."

She turned to Connix and nudged her arm with her elbow. "Right, Lieutenant?"

Connix composed her face and nodded in agreement. "Lots and lots of "naked sparring". Right, Tico?"

Rose coughed again, but then composed herself like Connix and saluted her partner. "Right, Lieutenant!"

BB-8 produced a cutting tool arm from its chassis and brought it up to its head in a salute, beeping a "right!" of its own.

The girls saluted the droid back and it turned and beeped for them to follow it back to the base.

"We should get back," agreed Rey, gathering her clothes to put on.

Rose sighed and gathered her own clothes. "Yeah... I'm sure there's some stolen blueprints for a new First Order superweapon that I have to figure out..."

Connix sighed too and began getting dressed herself. "I'm sure the General will have plenty for me to do once that High Command meeting is over."

Rey fastened her belt around her waist and the holster on her thigh.

"And more meditation for me," Rey said dryly. "Yay."

Rose grinned and kissed her. "Well, at least now you have more "naked sparring" to look forward to whenever we get the chance again."

Connix turned Rey's head to face her and gave her a kiss of her own.

"Hmm... I can't wait," said Rey.

BB-8 turned and beeped impatiently for them to get a move-on. It was going to be a long trek back, and it wanted to be there when Finn and Poe returned from their mission.

The girls giggled knowingly amongst themselves, and followed BB-8 back to base, eagerly anticipating their next sweaty and squirty session of "naked sparring."

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Niima Outpost, Jakku 

As if things couldn't get more difficult for Rey on an already difficult planet.

First, she gets shortchanged by that miserly Crolute junk boss Unkar Plutt when she dragged in the haul she'd spent all day scavenging in the stifling wreck of a starship in the middle of the stifling Jakku desert, earning a measly quarter portion for all her hard work.

Then she saved a BB droid from a bunch of Teedos, and now that droid wouldn't leave her alone.

Next, Unkar Plutt offered her sixty full portions for that droid--while she was hungry-- but she took pity on him and refused the junk boss's offer.

So Unkar-- never liking to hear the word "no"-- set his thugs out on her. She fended them off, only to to run into this theif that was wearing the droid’s master's jacket.

Turned out the young man rescued the droid’s master, and the jacket was all that was left of him.

The young man's name was Finn, and he was with the Resistance. The droid had a map to the legendary Jedi Luke Skywalker, and the had the entire First Order was after the droid.

And him.

So now Rey found herself running full on across the desert, blaster fire from both stormtroopers on the ground and TIE Fighters in the air.

Up ahead, a nice ship to escape in. They sprinted at full speed for it then--

BOOM! The ship was destroyed!

Their second choice, an ancient peice-of-junk Corellian light freighter, would have to do. They turned tail for that one, but then that ship was destroyed too!

They had no escape, the stormtroopers closing in around them, blasters leveled at them.

The TIE Fighters circled overhead like vultures, and a dropship descended from the sky in the center, it's wings retracting upward as it landed before them.

A ramp extended from the dropship, and walked a tall stormtrooper with shiny chromium armor and a black cape with red trim, carrying a large blaster rifle. Behind the tall stormtrooper, a squad of white-armored stormtroopers filed out.

"So nice to see you again, FN-2187," sneered the tall stormtrooper at them. It was distinctly a woman's voice, arrogant and authoritative.

"FN-2187?" repeated Rey, glancing questioningly at Finn.

"Phasma," hissed Finn, staring daggers at the tall stormtrooper.

"That's Captain Phasma to you, trooper," replied Phasma.

"You're a stormtrooper?" Rey hissed. "I thought you said you were Resistance!"

"I was! Was!" Finn hissed back. "I'm not about that life anymore!"

"There is no escaping the First Order, FN-2187!" shouted Phasma. "Your treason will be dealt with soon enough! Seize him!"

The stormtroopers marched forward at her command.

"No!" Rey unslung her staff from across her torso and twirled it threateningly. The stormtroopers leveled their blaster rifles at her but Phasma halted them with a gesture.

"Hold your fire!" she commanded. Phasma then tossed her rifle to the ground and drew a collapsible silver pike from her utility belt extending it to its full length as she swaggered over to Rey.

"So the desert rat wants to fight, eh?" Phasma taunted as she circled Rey, twirling her pike almost casually. "I'll give you a fight!"

She lunged at Rey, stabbing at her with the pike. Rey dodged and performed a spinning sweep that Phasma had to duck and backpedal away from Rey lest her helmet be knocked clean off her head.

"You have some skill," complimented Phasma. "This should be interesting."

Rey snarled and pressed her attack, aiming strikes that Phasma had to evade and parry. It soon became clear, however, that Rey would not be able to break Phasma’s defense, and Phasma capitalized on an opening in Rey's.

Phasma’s pike collided with the back of Rey's skull, and then the last thing Rey saw was blackness.

***

The first thing Rey realized when she woke up was that it was cold. Was it nighttime already?

No. It was still bright. She could see the light through her closed eyelids.

Her eyes blinked open. The next thing she realized was that she wasn't on Jakku anymore.

She was lying on a plain cot against a wall in a tiny, featureless room with a fresher built into one side of the wall.

It was a cell. A prison cell.

She wasn't aware of any prisons on Jakku, so she ventured a guess that she was on a starship. Most likely whatever starship Phasma came to Jakku on.

With a sinking feeling she realized that she had been captured, and her newfound friends had probably been captured, too. Or killed.

Rey's next thought was not of her own mortality, but that she wouldn't be on Jakku when her parents came back for her.

As she lamented on that fact, Captain Phasma walked in, a silver protocol droid close behind her with a tray of food. It was a bowl of a stew of some kind with a side of bread. On the side there was some kind of fruit and a container of water.

Rey eyed the food hungrily as the droid placed it down on the cot next to her, but she did not trust it.

"Eat, scavenger," Phasma ordered, gesturing to the food.

Rey glanced at it suspiciously.

"It's not poisoned, girl," snapped Phasma. "If I wanted you dead, I would've just killed you on that desert shithole."

Rey's stomach growled loudly. Still, she resisted.

"Eat, or I'll have it taken away and you'll have nothing for the rest of the day!" threatened Phasma.

With no choice but to eat or starve, Rey dug into the food, and realized just how hungry she was as she scarfed down entire mouthfuls of the stew without even chewing.

"We've executed the traitor FN-2187, and dismantled the BB droid for that map to the Jedi. The only reason why you're even alive right now is that I was very impressed with your performance against me down there on Jakku," Phasma explained casually. "Your technique is crude and unrefined, but with training you could prove a formidable warrior for the First Order."

Rey swallowed her food noisily and glared defiantly at the Captain. "What makes you think I would join the First Order?"

Without warning, Phasma lunged at her and smacked the bowl out of her hands, sending it clattering to the floor. She then grabbed Rey by the throat and pushed her against the wall, leaning in close so that her gleaming stormtrooper helmet was inches from Rey's face.

"You have no one and nothing to bargain with, girl," hissed Phasma. "And considering your lowly station on that backwater planet, you've never even had anyone or anything to begin with."

She released Rey, leaving her doubled over and gasping for breath on the cot.

Phasma removed her helmet and tossed it on the cot next to Rey. Rey looked up from the helmet to Phasma, taken by surprise at the stormtrooper Captain’s beauty. She had fair skin, stern features, piercing electric blue eyes, and short, slicked back blonde hair.

"I can offer you a life beyond that of a scavenger," said Phasma. "I can train you personally, and mold you into an elite warrior."

She then drew a blaster and leveled it at Rey. "Or I can offer you death. Your choice."

Rey glanced at her half-eaten tray of food. It was more food than she'd eaten in one day in so many years, and she wasn't even done eating yet!

Phasma followed Rey’s eyes to the food. "Join the First Order, and you’ll never go hungry or thirsty again. All we ask for in return is your loyalty and obedience."

Rey ruminated on that choice, still staring at the food. It was so tempting...

Her finger tickled the trigger of her blaster. "Make your choice now, scavenger. I don't have all day."

Rey squared her shoulders, set her jaw, and looked up at Phasma. "My name is Rey. And the First Order will have my loyalty and obedience."

Phasma smiled and lowered her blaster. "Welcome to the First Order, Rey."

She turned to leave the cell. "Training begins first thing tomorrow morning. Don't be late."

"Yes, Captain."

Rey watched as the door slid closed behind Phasma. She was going to be putting her life in that woman's hands now.

At least she was better looking than Unkar Plutt.

***

"Ow! Oof!"

For what felt like the thousandth time in the past several weeks, Phasma sent Rey crashing painfully down to the mat.

"Get up," ordered Phasma, looming above her like a monolith, hands clasped behind her back.

Like she had so many times before during training, Rey staggered to her feet.

They were at the stormtrooper barracks at Starkiller Base on Ilum.

Phasma had started Rey on the fundamentals of hand-to-hand combat before weapons training, so Rey was training in a martial arts dojo instead of a shooting range.

Rey had loads of experience on Jakku with blasters and her own staff anyway. But she had a lot to learn when it came to hand-to-hand fighting, judging by her frequent beatings by Phasma.

They both wore skintight black leotards with the First Order insignia on the left breast that went to mid-thigh and mid-bicep, and were barefoot. Rey had long abandoned her desertwear, but Phasma had allowed her to retain her triple-bun hairstyle.

"You're improving," complimented Phasma. "But you are still making stupid mistakes that in a real battle would cost you your life."

Rey bowed her head submissively. "Yes, Captain."

"Square up," ordered Phasma. "We're running through the drill again."

Rey attacked again, and just like before, the room spun and Phasma painfully pinned her down with an arm locked behind her back while Phasma’s forearm pressed into the side of her head.

She could break her arm right then and there. In real-life combat that's exactly what would happen.

"Tap!" shouted Phasma into Rey's ear.

Rey had no choice-- tap or snap-- and she submitted.

Phasma released her and eased her weight off her back, though she still straddled Rey's thighs as she took a sharp breath.

As Rey worked feeling back into her kinked arm, she suddenly became aware of something pressing into her backside.

"Captain...?" Rey murmured, trying to twist her prone body enough to see what Phasma was doing back there.

Phasma was staring hungrily down at Rey's bubble butt, the mass of her cheeks barely kept in check by her leotard.

An erection bulged from Phasma’s crotch, itself barely contained by her own leotard.

Rey gasped as the bulge throbbed against her ass and Phasma began to knead her cheeks with her strong hands. She was a Futanari! She'd only ever heard about them; the race of beautiful Amazonian women whose massive cocks were said to be irresistible.

It was true, as Rey found herself moaning and wiggling her butt against Phasma’s erection.

"Oh, Captain..." Rey murmured huskily. "I didn't know you were a Futanari..."

"I am..." growled Phasma into Rey's ear, grinding herself against Rey's ass. "You want this Futa dick, don't you, Rey?"

"Please, Captain..." whimpered Rey. "Please give me your Futa dick..."

Phasma ripped open the fabric of Rey's leotard, exposing Rey's ass. Phasma spread her cheeks apart, admiring Rey's winking butthole and dripping pink cunt.

Whistling in appreciation, Phasma ripped the crotch of her own leotard open and the largest cock Rey had ever seen-- it had to be at least a foot long-- sprang out and smacked against her ass.

Phasma grasped her length and slid it between Rey's cheeks like a hotdog on a bun, rubbing it against Rey's crack.

"I hope you're ready for me, Rey," Phasma purred, sliding the head of her Futa dick down Rey's crack, grazing her asshole before stopping at Rey's tight entrance. "I'm gonna stir up your fucking insides."

Rey squealed as Phasma plunged her cock inside, burying herself deep in Rey's pussy.

"Oh, Captain!" squealed Rey. Her cunt had taken Phasma so deep that she was seeing stars. An inflamed sense of fullness overcame her, and the stormtrooper Captain wasted no time in fucking her.

Phasma lay flat on Rey's back, holding herself up with her arms on either side for support as she pounded into Rey's cunt. Phasma’s hips hips slapped loudly against Rey's ass with every thrust, creating a tidal wave that clapped Rey's cheeks.

Phasma’s heavy tits grazed Rey's back, sending shivers down her spine as Phasma’s thrusts radiated pleasure throughout the rest of her body. She grunted lewd obscenities into Rey's ear, her voice picking up in urgency as her climax built.

Phasma’s hard, deep thrusts quickened, and in one swift motion she dropped her weight onto Rey's back and wrapped an arm around Rey's throat as she rolled their bodies to the side. Her free hand slid down to Rey's pussy, rubbing her clit with the same intensity as she fucked her.

"Oh, Captain!" cried Rey as she came, spraying the mat with her squirt.

"Ah! Fuck!" exclaimed Phasma, emptying herself inside Rey's cunt, her legs shivering as Rey rested a hand on her hips as she decelerated the pace of her thrusts.

Phasma pulled herself out and pushed Rey off into the puddle of her squirt. Phasma’s cum trickled out of Rey and on to the mat, and the Captain stood up, shaking the rest of the spend that dribbled out of her cock onto the mat in front of way.

"Clean that up and hit the showers," ordered Phasma as she headed toward her personal locker room.

Rey's eyebrows furrowed at the puddles of their cum. "With what?"

Phasma turned and grinned. "How do you think? Don't you waste my cum!"

"Yes Captain," Rey complied, and she began to slurp up the cocktail of Phasma’s jizz and her own squirt. It was refreshing after such a hard training session.

Phasma watched on approvingly. "Good girl, Rey. Keep up the good work and you'll make it far in the First Order."

Rey licked her lips. "Thank you, Captain."

Phasma smiled deviously. "Same time tomorrow. Don't be late."

***

And so Rey's training continued over weeks of tomorrows, more often than not ending with Rey on her back or her belly or twisted into some pretzel position with whatever available hole savagely fucked by Phasma’s sweet Futa dick.

It wasn’t that Rey's combat skills weren't improving-- because they were-- it was that she was enjoying the conclusions of her and Phasma’s training sessions so much that she didn't want to put an end to them by getting a decisive win over her and moving on to the weapons training, where Rey was pretty sure sweaty grappling and hard dicking-downs wouldn't be involved.

So as they sparred, Rey put just enough of a fight to be convincing and allowed herself to make a mistake. And on one day, just like all the times before, Phasma took her down.

Rey got into position so Phasma could fuck her, but to her surprise, she received a sharp kick to her ribs instead. Rey wheezed as all the air was driven out of her lungs.

"Get up!" barked Phasma.

Rey, coughing and clutching her ribs, rose shakily to her feet. 

"I think you've gotten so spoiled by my dick that you're purposely throwing our matches, scavenger girl." accused Phasma.

Rey flinched from the words as if they were another kick, and she became enraged. Rey had been holding back to get fucked by her, but she was no "scavenger girl." Not anymore. She was Rey of the First Order, and she had worked too damn hard to be addressed as anything other than that. She was just enjoying the fruits of her training, nothing more. She could probably take on the entire Stormtrooper Corps by herself and win!

"My name is Rey!" she snarled.

"Your name will be bantha shit unless you put up more of a fight!" Phasma shot back. "Throw this fight, and I will fucking kill you, scavenger girl!"

"I'll show you!" screamed Rey, charging at her head-on.

Phasma lunged forward to meet Rey head-on, which Rey was counting on. She then did the last thing Phasma would expect: she threw herself back and aimed a dropkick at Phasma’s knee, sending her crashing painfully to the ground.

Rey rolled to the side and quickly recovered to aim a kick of her own to Phasma’s ribs. Phasma wheezed and rolled to her back, and Rey mounted her, sitting on her chest with her shins and knees pinning Phasma’s arms down.

"What's my name?!" Rey snarled, grabbing at Phasma’s short hair. "Say my name, bitch!"

Phasma’s eyes flashed angrily.

"I said say my fucking name!" Rey shrieked.

An amused smile formed on Phasma’s face. "Why don't you make me say your name, scavenger girl?"

Rey tore open the crotch of her leotard and pushed Phasma’s face into her cunt.

"I'm going to show you exactly what I've learned from you, and when I'm done, you'll be screaming my name!"

"Heh--" sneered Phasma. "Mmmph!"

Rey ground herself against Phasma’s mouth, smothering her with her heat. When Phasma turned red and gasped for breath, Rey pulled her head back by her hair.

"Had enough?" she hissed. "What's my name?"

Phasma ran her tongue up Rey's slit and grinned as Rey shivered from the sensation. "Scavenger girl."

Rey scoffed and spun around on top of Phasma so that they faced away from each other, with Rey's ass right in Phasma’s face. She tore open her leotard even further and pushed her hips back, smooshing Phasma’s face into her crack.

As she felt Phasma’s tongue dart at her asshole, Rey laid her torso flat against Phasma’s and ripped open the crotch of Phasma’s leotard, her dick springing to attention in Rey's face.

"I'm gonna make you say my name, Captain," Rey declared, grasping the base of Phasma’s cock. "Over and over again."

Phasma gasped as Rey took her in her mouth, one hand sliding down to caress Phasma’s balls and the other her ass.

Phasma moaned into Rey's ass, but did not say her name.

Rey would be sure to remedy that. She took Phasma deeper in her throat and squeezed her balls while snaking her other hand in between Phasma’s muscular buttcheeks, her middle finger tickling the rim of Phasma’s anus.

While Phasma’s tongue wriggled inside Rey's own butthole, she slid her finger into Phasma’s. Finding Phasma’s hole easily accommodated Rey's middle finger, Rey's index finger joined it.

Phasma moaned again. She seemed to enjoy the way Rey probed her asshole. Rey certainly liked the way Phasma tongued her asshole, though she wouldn't let that distract her from her goal.

Rey throated Phasma’s cock, taking as much of that Futa dick as she could without choking to death on it. Drool flowed freely down Phasma’s thick shaft that Rey massaged into her balls and used as lubrication to insert a third finger into Phasma’s asshole.

"Mmmm, fuck..." Phasma moaned, her tongue now darting from Rey's asshole to her pussy.

It was so good, Phasma’s mouth, that her cock slid out of Rey's mouth, dripping with drool as she moaned back.

"Too much for you, scavenger girl?" Phasma asked, her voice smug yet shaky.

"Never!" Rey shouted defiantly, and she plunged her mouth back onto Phasma’s cock, sucking her with a renewed vigor.

Rey then coned her fingers, joining her thumb with the other fingers inside Phasma and slid her entire hand into Phasma’s ass, her anus swallowing it whole 

"Oh fuck!" cried Phasma. "Oh fuck! I'm gonna cum! Oh R--"

She clamped her mouth on Rey’s cunt and sucked, desperate not to cry out Rey's name and lose their contest.

Phasma’s hips bucked involuntarily into Rey's mouth as she absolutely vacuumed Phasma’s cock, one fist mercilessly punching the Captain’s asshole, the other pulling down on her balls.

"Oh Rey!" cried Phasma as she came hard from both her Futa dick and her ass, hosing a hot, voluminous load down Rey's throat, the excess gushing out of the corners of Rey's mouth and nose. "RRREEEYYY! RRRREEEEEYYYY!"

There it was, her name on Phasma’s lips as satisfying as any orgasm she could give her, and give her an orgasm Phasma did.

Rey swallowed what cum she could and expressed her appreciation for her Captain by screaming out her name and gushing onto her face.

Satisfied, Rey slid off her and lounged beside her on the mat, allowing Phasma the use of her arms.

Phasma shook the feeling back into them and lay still for a few moments before weakly lifting her legs and spreading her cheeks, allowing the cool air to hit her gaping asshole. Her spent cock lay flaccid against her stomach, still wet from cum and Rey's saliva. She let out a satisfied sigh and turned her head to look at Rey.

"I made you say my name, Captain," said Rey smugly, sucking Phasma’s ass-juice off her fingers as she admired the handiwork her fingers did to Phasma’s well-stretched butthole.

"Aaah, so I did," conceded Phasma. "I've taught you well, Rey. Hmm... Commander Rey."

"Commander Rey?" Rey repeated. She could hardly contain her excitement.

"You've earned it," Phasma purred. "You've beaten me in hand-to-hand combat. Once your weapons training is complete, I will see to it your title is official."

Weapons training. Rey's face fell. "But what of our... other training?"

Phasma laughed. "Oh, rest assured there will be plenty more "other training" in your future. That is for certain."

Without thinking about it, Rey leaned forward and kissed her.

When their lips parted, Phasma looked surprised. Then, as if coming to a realization, a zealotous smile crossed her face.

"Together, we'll be unstoppable," declared Phasma. "With the numbers of the Stormtrooper Corps and the sheer might of Starkiller Base at our fingertips, The First Order will be all ours."

Rey smiled back. "Yes, Captain."

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Rey’s eyes fluttered open, her vision blurred and her head pounding. The cold, sterile air of the room hit her bare skin, and she realized with a jolt of panic that she was completely nude. Her wrists and ankles were bound by thick, unyielding restraints, her body stretched taut on a metallic table. Her breath quickened as she tried to move, but the restraints held her firmly in place.

The hum of machinery filled the room, and her eyes darted to the source of the sound. Her stomach dropped as she saw the mechanical arms of some sort of machine positioned between her legs, the cold, lifeless dildos, dripping copiously with oozing lubrication glistening under the harsh light. One was poised at her pussy, the other at her ass, both waiting to invade her. Her heart raced as she noticed the electrodes attached to her nipples, clit, and other erogenous zones, their faint pulses sending involuntary shivers through her body.

The purpose of the machine was obviously sexual in nature, and Rey could only guess who was behind it. Her head was fuzzy. All she could remember was an ambush by the... the First Order.

“No,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “No, no, no!”

The door hissed open, and General Hux strode in, his crisp uniform immaculate, his expression cold and calculating. Behind him, a squadron of loyal First Order stormtroopers stood at attention, their white armor gleaming. He stared at her nakedness not with a leer, but with a narrowed gaze of contempt.

Hux’s thin lips curled into a cruel smile as he approached her, his hands clasped behind his back. 

"Comfortable, Jedi?" he sneered, dripping with arrogance. "You'll find it difficult to use... that sorcery your kind. Around your slender little throat is an inhibitor collar, used to control prisoners like you during the days of the Empire. They were quite hard to come by, I'll have you know."

"No matter what you do to me," declared Rey, putting on a brave, defiant mask. "I won't tell you anything about the Resistance."

"Oh, I know you wouldn't," sneered Hux. "But I didn't bring you here to extract information."

"Then why did you bring me here?" demanded Rey.

Hux didn't answer. He simply grinned at her, as if he was sitting on some great secret that he couldn't wait to tell, but had to wait for the exact moment to divulge.

"Ah, Ren sent you," deduced Rey. "Didn't have the nerve to face me again, hmm? Sent one of his minions to do the dirty work he doesn’t have the backbone to do?"

"I am no one's minion!" spat Hux, his pale, pasty skin turning a similar shade of red to his perfectly coifed hair. "That fool Ren knows nothing of this."

He composed himself, and then leaned in close to her. "See, I know Ren has a special spot of fancy for you, and you him. But after this, there won't be anything left of your mind to worry about Ren..."

“Let me go, Hux,” Rey spat. "You won’t break me."

Hux chuckled, a low, sinister sound that sent a chill down her spine. “Oh, my dear, you misunderstand. I don’t need to break you. My machine will do that for me. You see, I’ve designed it to exploit every weakness, every desire, every hidden craving you’ve buried deep within. By the time I’m done, you’ll be begging for more."

He turned to the stormtroopers, nodding curtly. “Begin.”

The machine whirred to life, and Rey’s breath hitched as the dildo at her pussy pressed against her entrance. She clenched her teeth, trying to resist, but the machine was relentless. It pushed inside her, inch by agonizing inch, stretching her tight walls. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure that made her gasp. The second dildo pressed against her ass, and she cried out as it breached her, filling her completely.

The electrodes came alive, sending jolts of electricity through her body. Her nipples hardened under the stimulation, and the clitoral stimulator buzzed against her sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure radiating through her core. Rey’s body betrayed her, her hips bucking involuntarily against the restraints as the machine fucked her with ruthless precision.

“No,” she moaned, her voice trembling, her eyes rolling in the back of her head. “I won’t… I won’t give in…”

Hux watched with a satisfied smirk, his hands still clasped behind his back. “Oh, but you will. You’re already responding, Rey. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind refuses to admit it.”

The machine increased its pace, the dildos thrusting in and out of her with a steady rhythm. Rey’s breath came in ragged gasps, her body writhing against the restraints as the pleasure built within her. The electrodes intensified, their pulses syncing with the thrusts of the machine, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

“Stop,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. “Please, stop…”

Hux leaned in, his face inches from hers. “Why would I stop when you’re clearly enjoying yourself? Look at you, Rey. You’re dripping wet, your body trembling with need. You’re a Jedi slut in the making, and I’m going to make sure you embrace it.”

The machine’s pace quickened, the dildos slamming into her with brutal force. Rey’s back arched as the pleasure became too much to bear, her mind teetering on the edge of surrender. The clitoral stimulator buzzed furiously, and she let out a guttural moan as her climax ripped through her, her body convulsing under the relentless assault.

Hux’s smirk widened as he watched her come undone. “There it is. The first of many, I assure you.”

The machine didn’t stop, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm, the pleasure and pain blending into a dizzying haze. Rey sprayed her orgasm all over the piston-like dildo, her squirt mingling with the lube. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, her resistance crumbling with each passing second. She hated it, hated the way her body responded, but she couldn’t deny the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. Soon, that overwhelming pleasure took over her mind until it was all that she was.

Suddenly, the machine ceased. And Rey couldn’t have that. She didn't know what her future was going to bring—the future was such an abstract concept at this point—she just needed... needed...

“More,” she whispered, her voice hoarse. “Please, more…”

Hux’s eyes gleamed with triumph. “As you wish.”

He adjusted the settings, and the machine’s thrusts became even more intense, the electrodes sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Rey’s moans filled the room, her mind consumed by the sensations. She was losing herself, her identity slipping away as the machine took control. She came, over and over again, one orgasm after another. She lost control over her bladder as her core tensed uncontrollably, pissing all over the machine and the cold floor.

Hux sneered cruelly as Ret emptied herself. "Proud Jedi scum. Reduced to begging to cum like a whore. Urinating on the floor like an untrained dog. Tsk, tsk." 

Suddenly, a red lightsaber beam cut into the blast doors. The muffled sounds of yelling, screaming, blaster fire mingled with Rey’s moans and the hum of the sex machine. the blast doors whooshed open.

A furioys Kylo Ren stormed in, his lightsaber ignited. Behind him, the Knights of Ren followed, various weapons drawn as they filled the room. In the corridor behind them, the smoking corpses of the traitorous stormtroopers who dared defy their Supreme Leader.

Hux turned, his smirk faltering as he faced his rival.

“Lord Ren,” he said, his voice tight. “What a pleasant surprise.”

Kylo’s eyes fell on Rey, his expression darkening as he took in the scene. He thrust out his hand, calling upon the Dark Side of the Force. “What have you done to her?!”

"My machine... has made her a slut under my control... heh heh..." laughed Hux in spite of Kylo holding him in midair with a Force choke. He truly had nothing to lose. "The perfect weapon against you..."

Kylo glanced over at Rey's sweat-soaked nude body and glazed-over expression.

“You’ve made a grave mistake, Hux,” gritted Kylo, squeezing harder with the Force. Still, Hux persisted on running his mouth, even as Kylo’s disembodied grip threatened to pop his puce-colored head like a pimple.

"K-kill me if you like, Ren," he sputtered. "You're t-too late... her mind has already been broken!"

He should kill him for daring to touch Rey, for violating her so. But killing him would just be too quick and easy for swine like Hux.

He dropped him to the piss-soaked floor. "I have a better idea."

He gestured from his Knights to the fuck machine, his voice cold and commanding. "Take him. The scavenger is mine."

The Knights moved swiftly, dragging Hux to the fuck machine.

"What?!" he screamed, his smug demeanor crumbling. "Unhand me!"

Hux’s eyes widened with fear as they stripped off his clothes.

“No,” he pleaded. “You can’t do this!”

Kylo ignored him, turning his attention to Rey. He deactivated the machine, freeing her from its grasp. He then pressed a button on the control panel to free her of her restraints.

She collapsed into his arms, her body trembling and slick with sweat.

“Rey,” Kylo murmured, his voice softening. “I’m here now. You’re safe.”

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with pleasure and confusion. “Kylo… I… I couldn’t stop it…”

He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his expression unreadable. “You don’t have to. I’ll take care of you now.”

Behind them, Hux’s screams filled the room as the Knights of Ren strapped him into the machine and activated, turning the settings to maximum. Hux’s gangly body writhed under the relentless assault of the twin dildos that penetrated his asshole and pounded his testicles like a punching bag.

Kylo ignored the sounds of Hux’s torment, his focus solely on Rey.

“Let’s go,” he said, lifting her into his arms. “You’re mine now, Rey. My own Jedi cumslut...”

Rey smiled up at him and then fell asleep, her head lolling onto his shoulder. Kylo carried her to his ship, Hux’s shrieking cries a chorus of victory.