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  Series:
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      Published: 2017-12-16 Completed: 2017-12-19 Chapters: 3/3 Words: 10312
****** Beyond Salvation ******
by StannisTheMannis
Summary
     Kylo Ren finally has Rey right where he wants her.
     Will she succeed at pulling him to the light, or will he instead drag
     her into the darkness?
Notes
     Kind of spoilers for "The Last Jedi" I guess.
***** The Light *****
The girl knelt in front of Kylo Ren, looking up at him with wide, pleading
eyes. He could feel her anger, her determination- But it was all for naught.
The Supreme Leader Snoke sat on his throne, one hand outstretched, smiling
gleefully as he held Rey still.
"Do it," he rasped. "Fulfill your destiny. Prove that you are not your father's
son."
Kylo felt the weight of his lightsaber in his hands, its metal cold and sleek.
He glanced down at Rey, saw the tears in her eyes as she strained to break
free, and considered the possibility that it would be better to just end her
pain now instead of letting her suffer even more.
Please
The word materialized in his head out of nowhere, barely more than a whisper.
But Kylo Ren heard it even so, and as he raised his lightsaber, his hands began
to shake.
You don't have to do this Ben
"What are you waiting for?" goaded Snoke. "Kill the girl."
There is still good in you I felt it
"I sense your hatred," sneered Snoke. "You desire the girl, don't you, Ren?"
Kylo's heart pounded as he looked up at his master quickly, face flushed.
"What? No. Never! I-"
"Don't lie to me, boy. You hate her because she isn't yours. She won't lie with
you, and so you want to kill her. Go on, then. There's nothing stopping you."
And even as the Dark Lord of the Sith spoke, the voice of the young scavenger
echoed in Kylo's mind.
Don't listen to him Ben you wanted to be like Vader then do what Vader did
prove that you are not beyond salvation
Curious in spite of himself, Kylo tried sending a message to Rey, concentrating
hard on the words he wished to convey.
But what if I am you said it yourself I'm a monster
Yes, she replied, her fear and desperation so strong they were practically
radiating off of her. But you don't have to be
Kylo looked at Rey's eyes, warm and brown and frightened, then at Snoke's, cold
and blue and bloodthirsty. And his choice was clear.
"No," he said softly, throwing his saber to the floor. "I don't."
Snoke snarled, his disfigured face contorting even further.
"Disappointing... but not surprising. It was clear from the moment I took you
in that you didn't have what it takes to be a true Sith Lord. Though perhaps
you could still be of some use to me."
Kylo Ren felt the invincible field forming around him, and had just enough to
raise a hand as if to shield himself before he was frozen, Snoke's power
holding him still.
"Yes, you are truly a disappointment, Ben. But perhaps it's for the best. After
all, this girl is more than you could ever be, and to be completely honest, if
I need an apprentice... it might as well be her. And you could still be useful
in turning our little friend here to the Dark Side."
What is he talking about, asked Rey, her sheer terror clear, and Ren wished
that he could say he didn't know.
With a grin, Snoke waved his hand, and suddenly Rey was forced roughly to the
floor, lying on her back with her arms and legs sprawled out, unable to move.
Kylo looked down at her, at the helplessness on her face, and felt a surge of
disgust as he realized how aroused he felt. Underneath his robes, his cock was
hardening, and when Rey's eyes widened in horror, he realized that she could
feel everything he felt.
"You won't kill her?" laughed the Supreme Leader. "Fine. But I will, slowly and
painfully. Unless you do what you need to do. Only then will I let her go."
What does he mean
Ben what does he mean
A tear rolled down Kylo Ren's cheek, and he tossed aside his robes. He hated
himself for what he was about to do, and even more so for the fact that he was
going to enjoy it. But Ren knew Snoke was telling the truth. He could feel it.
I'm sorry, Rey
This is the only way
"Now, Kylo," Snoke ordered. "Do it now."
As Ren slowly unzipped his pants, his mind was suddenly bombarded by the
sensation of Rey's panic. Still frozen in place, the girl was unable to
physically scream or cry, but Kylo Ren could hear her pleading in his mind.
No Ben no please no kill me just kill me instead
I can't kill you, replied Ren, as he pulled out his erection, long and thin
just like the rest of him. I love you.
He slowly knelt down over Rey, and leaned in close, each hand on either side of
her head, his face inches away from her. She was just as beautiful up close,
though in a somewhat childish way. The scavenger still had baby fat, and there
was a look of innocence on her face that Kylo found impossibly arousing.
I'll be gentle, he told her, but her mind was silent, looking up at him with
fear and hate and disgust. No matter how kind or friendly a person might seem,
Kylo thought angrily, they always ended up looking at him like that. Though he
couldn't say he blamed her.
As the Supreme Leader watched, smirking, Ren reached down, grabbing the
material of Rey's shirt and slowly moving it to the side. One breast popped
out, soft and small and freckled, with a tiny brown nipple that, to Kylo's
surprise, was hard.
You're beautiful
You're a monster
Yes
I am
He leaned down, and kissed Rey softly on the lips. Her mouth didn't part, as
she was still immobile, but for some reason that made Kylo enjoy it even more.
Kissing her again, Kylo began to rub up against her, his erect cock grinding
into the warmth of her sex, one hand reaching up and playing with her firm
nipple, rolling it under his thumb, then pinching and twisting it.
Stop you don't want to do this you don't have to do this just stop
Kylo shook his head, and he kissed her neck, before slowly dragging his tongue
against it, licking his way up her neck and across her face, tasting the salt
of her tears.
If I stop he'll kill you
Seized by a sudden urge he couldn't deny, Kylo nipped at her neck, his teeth
grazing her soft skin.
That would be better than this
Suddenly, Kylo grabbed her entire breast and twisted it hard. Rey didn't move,
couldn't move, but Kylo still heard her scream, so loud he felt like his head
was going to split apart.
Don't bother screaming, he told her, pure rage emanating off the words. I'm not
going to stop
He kept twisting the breast, wanting to rip it off, wanting to hurt Rey beyond
repair. He wanted her to scream and cry for him, wanted to make her suffer.
Maybe Snoke is right maybe I hate you because I love you
Oh god Ben it hurts stop stop please you need to stop
Or maybe I hate you because you're a fucking slut and a tease who's practically
begging to be fucked but you still protest when we both know this is what you
want
His fingernails were biting into her breast, drawing beads of blood, and Kylo
was breathing hard, sweat dripping down his face, his cock so hard it felt like
it was going to burst.
Ben please Ben you need to stop you need to
Don't
Call
Me
Ben
Reaching down, Kylo grabbed Rey's tight pants and tore them off, the fabric
stretching and breaking easily. He let go of her breast, and looked down at her
pussy, tiny and pink and surrounded by brown curls of pubic hair. It was
beautiful. And it belonged to him.
You deserve this, he told her, as he pushed himself inside of her tight cunt.
She screamed again, and the sound was starting to annoy Kylo, who began to
thrust, each time moving deeper and deeper inside of her. He bent down and
kissed her breast, licking the nipple softly, then biting down it hard,
provoking another mental shriek from the helpless girl. Ren sucked on her
nipple, and he tasted blood and sweat, a part of him wishing he could taste
milk as well.
"Maybe one day," said Snoke, and Kylo realized with a jolt that the Supreme
Leader had been hearing all of his thoughts for the entire day. "After all,
every Emperor needs a heir. And I'm starting to reconsider my harsh judgment of
you, Kylo Ren. You do have true darkness within you. You just needed a reason
to bring it out."
Ren was thrusting faster now, and harder too, no longer caring about Rey
getting hurt. On the contrary, he hoped she was feeling even a fraction of the
pain she had caused him. The girl was silent again, or at least trying hard to
be, but every so often he could hear her whimper in pain. Whether the sounds
were just in her mind or she was actually vocalizing them, Kylo couldn't tell.
In fact, the boundaries between the physical world and the mental one were
starting to blur and distort for him, and as he fucked her he reached out with
his mind once more, but this time not to send a message.
Slowly, difficultly, Kylo pushed into her consciousness, past the thin bubble
protecting her thoughts. Rey tried to keep him out, tried to force him out, but
she was too weak to stop him.
How interesting, said Kylo Ren, as he looked around at her hopes and fears and
memories, swirling around in a white void like jellyfish. Ren was vaguely aware
of the fact that he was still thrusting into her, biting at her soft breast,
but that seemed strangely distant now.
He saw Rey as a little girl, standing in the sand, crying up at the ship slowly
flying farther and farther away.
He saw her older, tougher, breaking the arm of some slimy alien with her staff
after it grabbed her ass.
He saw her lying on the hard bed of her home on Jakku, legs spread, pants down
by her ankles, throwing her head back and moaning as she climaxed.
He saw her standing in front of a hooded figure, extending a lightsaber, and
when the figure turned and threw off its hood he saw that it was Luke
Skywalker.
And he heard things too, echoing around him, whispered by invisible voices.
please i want my mother and father where are they where did they go
dont touch me dont ever touch me or ill break the other hand too
oh god oh fuck yes yes oh yeees
something inside of me has always been there but now its awake
"Do you see it yet?" asked Snoke, his voice sounding like it was coming from a
million light years away. "Look, Kylo Ren. Deeper."
He peered deeper into her consciousness, past the memories, into the endless
white of the void, and-
Yes I see it.
There was a light. Pure and white and blinding. Pulsing slowly like a beating
heart, and all of Rey's thoughts were swirling around it like planets around a
star.
Beautiful it's beautiful
It's her, said Snoke, now speaking directly into his mind. Now reach out. Touch
it.
Kylo did as he said, hand stretching out slowly. The light was warm, but in a
pleasant way, and just being near it made the hair on the back of his neck
stand up.
One finger touched the white energy, and then Ren could feel her, could feel
Rey, the girl's mind truly and completely open to him-
The light is yours now, laughed Snoke. Now turn it into darkness. Bring her
over to our side.
But Kylo wasn't listening. He looked into the light and saw beauty and hope and
love. He saw her soul, and it was...
Wonderful.
Now, snapped Snoke. Corrupt her. Ensnare her. Only you can do it. Only you have
the connection with her. Turn her to the Dark Side and together the two of you
will rule the galaxy as husband and wife.
Kylo plunged his hand deeper into the light, his skin tingling as the energy
washed over him. He could do it, he realized. It would be simple to take the
light and simply shift it into darkness. Replace the white with black. He
could.
But he didn't want to.
What are you waiting for, roared Snoke, and Kylo smiled to himself. Do it!!!
No, replied Kylo, and he looked deep into the light of Rey's soul, feeling its
warmth, the sheer goodness emanating off of it-
And he closed his hand, and like a candle in the wind the light was
extinguished.
Not corrupted, not transformed- Completely snuffed out. And as it was, Kylo
heard a scream from far away, sounding like it was underwater, but in an
instant it was silenced.
And Ren retreated from her mind, or what was left of it, and he was fucking her
again, but now there weren't any thoughts of fright or fury radiating off of
her. Instead-
Come inside me, Kylo. Come inside your little slut.
Rey looked up at him with eyes dull, though not quite empty, and all the
determination and resistance in her face was gone. There was only the placid
look of graceless servitude, a blind and unwavering obedience. And Ren came
with a groan, pumping into her as her womb filled up with his seed.
Yes yes yes like that just like that Master
"Enough of this!" growled Snoke, raising a hand. "You were supposed to corrupt
her, not break her! Pollute her mind, not tear it apart!"
His power froze Ren once more, holding him still as it lifted him up into the
air, tightening around his ribcage, slowly crushing him-
"No!" screamed Rey, and she flung out her hand. Kylo's lightsaber flew from the
floor where he had discarded it, the red blade appearing again in mid-flight,
and Snoke barely had enough time to glance towards it before it impaled itself
deep into his chest. The Supreme Leader's hold on Kylo faded, and he fell back
to the floor. Rey ran to him, helping him up as the two of them looked at the
dead old man, dark blood dripping from his mouth, staining his golden robes.
"Don't move!" came a shaky voice from behind them. Kylo Ren slowly turned, and
saw Hux standing in the doorway, a blaster in his hands, his eyes wide with
shock.
"What- What did you do to the Supreme Leader!?" he spluttered, and Kylo
grinned, before knocking the blaster from the General's hands with a flick of
his wrist. He clenched his hand into a fist, and Hux began to gasp for air,
grabbing at his throat.
"The Supreme Leader is dead," answered Ren, and at his side Rey finished for
him.
"Long live the Supreme Leader."
And Kylo twisted his hand suddenly, and Hux's neck snapped. He fell to the
floor, a thin trickle of blood dripping from his mouth, as Ren turned to Rey,
who was beaming up at him. Deep down, part of him was disgusted by what he had
done to her, but then she kissed him, mouth soft and warm and open, and that
part of him was silenced.
"Whatever you want me to be," she whispered when he finally broke the kiss.
"I'll be it."
"I want you to be mine," muttered Kylo, and Rey grinned.
"Then I'm yours," she answered, and he embraced her, a smile on his face and
tears in his eyes.
***** The Dark *****
Supreme Leader Ren walked through the halls of The Supremacy, a smile on his
face.
Though he had been the head of the entire First Order for months now, he still
wore simple black robes, though ones that were somewhat cleaner. Kylo would not
let pride and vanity destroy him as it had Snoke.
"Supreme Leader," called a voice, and he turned to see Captain Phasma.
"What is it?" he asked, and she bowed her head, clearly ashamed.
"The Resistance has slipped from our grasp once more, outside of the Ryloth
System. Organa still lives, along with the rest of the rebel scum."
Back when Snoke was in charge and Ren was merely his lieutenant, this news
would've sent him into on a rage-fueled rampage. But now...
"It is no matter," he said calmly. "They cannot run for long. Besides, no
revolution can survive forever without a figurehead to center around. And
theirs is gone. The Resistance has lost their only hope."
"Indeed. Do they know yet? What you've done to her?"
Kylo chuckled. "No. But trust me, they will learn soon. And when they do..."
"The Resistance will fall. I look forward to that day, my lord."
"As do we all. If that'll be all, then why don't you return to your post. I
have business to attend to."
"Of course," Phasma said, turning away.
When she was gone, and Ren was alone, he turned to a nearby metal door,
punching in a key code. The door slid open, and Kylo Ren stepped into the room.
"Hello, Master."
He grinned. "Hello, Rey."
The girl sat on a couch in the middle of her lavishly decorated chamber. Dark
red curtains hung from the walls, the entire floor was covered by a black
carpet, and it was full of a variety of beds and couches. Exotic plants grew
from pots near the walls, which were crawling with strange purple vines and
enormous blue leaves.
Yes, it was truly a beautiful room. But anyone who entered would agree without
a moment of hesitation that the most beautiful part of it was the woman on the
couch.
She was youthful, barely more than a teenager, with long flowing brown hair
almost down to her waist and a wide, toothy grin. But in contrast to her youth
she possessed an aura of confidence, of complete certainty that she was exactly
where she belonged, not to mention her massively swollen stomach.
Rey's pregnancy had not destroyed her body, as those of some women do. Instead,
it only added to her natural beauty. Her once small breasts were now round and
fat, though still just as firm. Her ass was wide and fleshy, along with her
hips. And she wore nothing but a short black dress, made of a soft fabric that
clung to her ample curves and barely concealed a thing. When she walked through
the halls of The Supremacy, as Ren often had her to for his amusement, no
officer could avoid following her with their eyes, taking in the way her
breasts bounced upon and down with each step, the way her hips swung from side
to side invitingly, the way her ass jiggled as she walked. With her youthful
innocence combined with her maternity, her provocative behavior combined with
the fact that she had and will only ever have been with one man, Rey was both
mother and child, whore and virgin.
And whatever she was, she belonged to him. And only him.
When Kylo Ren walked into her chamber, Rey was lounging on the couch, eating a
bright red fruit from some jungle planet. As she took a bite, the crimson
juices dropped down her chin, little droplets falling down to her prodigious
chest.
Kylo laughed, as he found he was doing more and more these days. "My messy
little girl. Do you need someone to clean you up?"
"Why?" she asked innocently, a smile on her lips. "I thought Master liked it
when I was dirty."
Taking a seat next to her, Ren leaned forward and licked the juices off of her,
lapping them up like an animal, moving from her chin down to her neck, then to
the tops of her breasts. Rey threw back her head, eyes closed, moaning in
pleasure as Kylo Ren kissed the soft, supple flesh of her chest.
"Does my little baby want a taste of mommy's milk?" she asked, and Kylo's cock
began to harden. This was his secret, his shame. The high-ranking members of
the First Order knew he had the rebel girl as his slave, but they thought he
merely raped her every so often when he was in the mood. That was part of it,
of course, but the truth was that his relationship with Rey was far more than
sexual, or even romantic. She was the one person he could truly relax around,
the one person who had no expectations for him, who loved him as he was. He
didn't have to be the Supreme Leader around Rey, and he didn't have to be Kylo
Ren. He was just...
"Ben, you don't need to be afraid. If you want something, take it," said Rey,
and she reached up to the front of her dress, pulling it down. One huge tit
popped out, tan flesh covered in blue veins, brown nipple fat and wide.
Kylo didn't need any more prompting. He bent down, and wrapped his lips around
her nipple. Rey moaned as he sucked, and soon her milk flooded his mouth, sweet
and thick.
"That's a good little boy," she cooed, running her fingers through his wild
hair. "Drink up, baby."
And as Ren did just that, he placed a hand on Rey's engorged belly, the
knowledge that the living, breathing being inside of the girl was planted there
by him enough to make him almost painfully aroused. He had claimed her, truly
and completely, and she was forever marked as his, just as he was hers.
When his thirst was sated, he moved away, milk trickling down his chin. Rey
giggled as she wiped it away with her hand, then slowly sucked on her fingers
one by one, savoring it.
"Mmmmm. I taste good."
"Here, mommy," said Kylo, and he unzipped his pants, taking out his erection.
"I have something else for you to taste."
Once, Rey had looked at his cock and felt only disgust, but now, she gazed upon
it with hunger, even reverence. The girl worshipped him as a god, and in turn
he worshipped her as a mother.
"You're so big, baby," said Rey, as she carefully got down on her knees,
holding her pregnant stomach as to not upset the baby. "Let mommy take care of
you."
As she took him in his mouth, Ren groaned, and grabbed her soft hair, holding
it tight. Rey sucked on him, moaning while she did, eyes closed in bliss. Her
hands worked his shaft and played with his balls as she licked his erection,
her mouth incredibly warm and comforting around his cock.
"Oh, Mommy..."
Kylo Ren looked down at Rey, and saw that she was beautiful in her degradation,
strong in her submission. As the son of a princess and a war hero, he had lain
with more women than he could count back when he was just Ben. And all had
either tried to seem tough and intelligent to impress him, with their facade
always falling apart as soon as he had his way with them, or had been almost
pitiful in their obedience, groveling at his feet like a trained animal. Rey
was different, though. She bowed before him not because she knew he found it
arousing, or at least not just because of that, but because she found it
arousing as well. It was her rightful place to kneel before him, and with that
knowledge she had a true sense of purpose few in the galaxy could ever hope to
obtain.
With Rey having had months of practice in the sexual arts since he had first
conquered her, she was now skilled enough to be able to bring him to orgasm in
mere minutes, and soon enough the Supreme Leader felt his climax approach.
Desperate to get as much thrill as possible from it, he began thrusting into
her mouth as he held her tightly by the hair, the girl's face turning red from
lack of air, tears welling up in her eyes. Kylo came with a shiver, his come
filling up her mouth and dripping down her throat. Like any good slave should,
she didn't let the smallest drop escape, holding it all in her mouth, cheeks
bulging out until she swallowed it all with not even the slightest gag.
"Good girl," said Kylo, patting her head as she smiled proudly and returned to
her seat next to him. Rey was his mother and his slave, his lover and his
prisoner, all in equal measure. He controlled her, but at the same time he
tried his best to make her happy. Was it his fault that fucking him was what
did so the most?
"But we aren't done yet," he added, suddenly remembering the reason he had came
in the first place. Taking out a holoprojector, he faced Rey, who looked on
with a puzzled expression on her face.
"What is that, Master?" she asked, and he grinned.
"This is to record you. We're going to make a little video."
"Ooh! That sounds like fun!" Rey said, clapping excitedly, and Kylo had to roll
his eyes.
"Not that kind of video. I'm going to ask you a few questions, and I want you
to respond to the best of your ability. Do you understand?"
Rey nodded, and Ren turned on the holoprojector, keeping it trained on her.
"Could you please state your name?" he asked, and Rey nodded, smiling.
"That's easy! My name's Rey."
"And how old are you, Rey?"
"I'm 19 years old. Almost 20."
Kylo still always felt strange when he was reminded of how young she was. Still
a teenager, and heavily pregnant. Ignoring the feeling of guilt and shame that
was bothering him less and less over the years, he pressed on.
"It appears you are pregnant. Who is the father?"
She laughed. "You are, silly!"
"So you are carrying the child of...?"
"Of Kylo Ren," Rey finished. "And when the baby grows up, it'll be a Sith Lord,
like its father before it."
Ren wasn't a Sith Lord, technically, but he felt no urge to remind her of that.
"So you have copulated with the leader of the First Order, and you admit that
freely?"
"Of course I do. I'm proud of it. It's a great honor to be fucked by the
Supreme Leader himself."
"What about the Resistance? Do you possess no loyalty to them?"
Rey's face wrinkled in confusion. "Why would I? The Resistance are Rebel scum.
I only worked with them when I was just a stupid little girl, who didn't know
how the universe worked. Now I see that the galaxy belongs to the First Order,
and anyone who thinks otherwise isn't fit to lick the Supreme Leader's boots."
This was turning out better than Kylo Ren could've dreamed. With Rey's almost
aggressive submission to him, she was the best possible mouthpiece for the
First Order.
"So you have had sex with Kylo Ren?" he continued. "Tell me, is this
consensual? Or does he rape you, or take control of your mind, or coerce you in
any other way?"
"No. He doesn't have to. I enjoy fucking him. That's the way it's meant to be."
"Could you perhaps list some of the ways you've, to put it your way, fucked
him?"
Rey frowned in concentration. "Um, let's see... Well, he's fucked my cunt loads
of times, of course, and my backside too. That's maybe my favorite way. And I
suck him off a lot, or I use my hands. Sometimes he spanks me, but only when
I've been bad, and a few times he's tied me up and whipped me, when I've been
really bad, and when I'm good he'll let me drink his piss."
In spite of himself, Ren was finding himself beginning to grow aroused as he
thought back to all the things he'd done with her. He pressed on, trying to
focus on the task at hand.
"Why do you think Kylo Ren enjoys your body so much?"
She shrugged. "I mean, I know he loves my tits. He's always talking about how
big and plump they are, and how suckable too. And he also likes my arse."
"Talk a bit about your ass," he said, reaching to his pants and starting to rub
his erection through the fabric.
"Well, what's there to say? It's really round and fat, and- actually, here."
She stood up, and turned around, thrusting her behind out towards the camera.
"Not bad, huh?" she asked, shaking it, and Ren found himself mesmerized by the
way the flesh bounced and jiggled. Rey reached down, grabbing the bottom of her
short black dress, and pulled it up over her ass, revealing her fat cheeks and
tight brown hole. She spread it, showing off her asshole, before pulling her
dress down and concealing her behind once more, sitting down with a smug,
satisfied look.
"Very impressive," said Kylo, and he suddenly had an idea. "Why don't you show
us your tits too?"
"Okay," said Rey, grabbing one large breast and pulling it out of her dress.
She held it in both hands and shook it, the soft flesh rippling, before
grabbing a firm nipple and pinching it, giving it a little twist.
Kylo's hand was in his pants now, and he was stroking furiously, barely able to
keep his voice steady as he asked one last question.
"All right, before we finish, could you describe what exactly your role is
within the First Order?"
She leaned back, a grin on her face, not bothering to cover her exposed breast.
"I'm the Supreme Leader's personal concubine, as well as pleasure slave. Or, to
put it simply... I'm the official cock slut of the First Order, and Kylo Ren's
very own cum dumpster."
"Thank you. That'll be all." He barely had time to turn off the holoprojector
before he came, his jizz splattering the inside of his pants. Ren hoped the
dark stain wouldn't be visible with his black pants, but then again, he
wondered, so what if it was? He shouldn't be ashamed of the fact that he had
orgasmed. In fact, Ren briefly considered the possibility of filming another
video, more like the kind Rey had imagined, and broadcasting it to the entire
galaxy to show the Supreme Leader of the First Order demonstrating his complete
domination over the girl who had once been the Resistance's greatest hope.
Maybe some other day, he decided, and stood to leave.
"That was- very good," Kylo told Rey, clearing his throat. "I'm proud of you."
"I'm glad I could help, Master. But, if you don't mind me asking, what was that
for?"
Ren grinned as he looked back at her. "I'm going to have this broadcasted
throughout the entire galaxy, from Hoth to Tatooine. The Resistance have been
searching for you for the past six months, and now they'll know where you are,
and more importantly, what we've turned you into. They believed you to be the
last Jedi, but soon they'll see you as what you really are- my slave."
Rey laughed. "That's very smart thinking, Master. Maybe, when you're done, you
can visit again and we can celebrate? Talking about everything we've done
together has made me really wet."
For a moment, Kylo wanted to leap on her right then, take her hard and fast,
fuck her ass until it was red and raw. But he had more important things to
worry about, and so he forced himself to turn away.
"Perhaps, when I'm not so busy. Goodbye, Rey."
"Goodbye, Ben."
And as he walked from the door, seized by a sudden impulse, Ren attempted to
send a message to her, using the connection Snoke had given them before his
death. He reached out, feeling for her mind, her consciousness.
Rey are you there do you feel me
But there was no response. In fact, there was nothing left that could sense a
response. When he reached the other end of the connection, there was nothing
but static. And Kylo Ren realized that when he had snuffed out her spark, when
he had extinguished her light, he had destroyed Rey completely. The woman she
was now, the woman he had fallen in love with, was little more than a
recreation of his wishes and lusts in human form. He had killed the Rey that
was, poisoning her very soul, and replaced her with a simulation, a being
designed to give him pleasure and produce an heir and return his affection to
the best of its ability and nothing else. Kylo had not made Rey his. What he
had done was erase her, giving life to a new creation that used his vision of
what she should've been to become a living embodiment of that dream.
And, as Supreme Leader Ren gazed upon the pregnant girl on the couch, eating
exotic fruits and waiting for the next time she would make him happy any way
she could, he realized something else.
It was worth it.
***** The Balance *****
Emperor Ren stood on the steps of his palace on Coruscant, the Empress standing
at his side.
In front of them, thousands of men, women, and children watched, with
Stormtroopers dispersed throughout the crowd to keep things under control.
Kylo Ren was wearing flowing robes of dark crimson, and a silver version of his
original mask. He used to try his best to avoid the garish garb that Snoke had
favored, but he was the Emperor now. And he had to look the part.
Next to him stood Rey, her hair drawn back in an extravagant bun, a proud smile
on her face. She wore a white gown, one that was translucent in the sun. Ren
found it amusing to dress her in the color of innocence and purity, and both of
them enjoyed the way the gown clung to her still impressive curves, the way her
breasts and ass were clearly visible when the light shined the right way. The
former rebel was now the queen of the empire she had once tried to topple, but
she was still a whore, and Kylo had her wear clothes that fit both aspects of
her being.
Kneeling before Ren was a dark-skinned man with a shaven head and a tattered
brown jacket, arms shackled. It had been almost two decades since Kylo had seen
him last, but the prisoner was famous throughout the galaxy as a cunning and
dangerous warrior.
"FN-2187," said Kylo Ren as he stepped forward. The man known as Finn looked up
at him with fury in his eyes. "You have been charged with theft, destruction of
property, murder, and high treason. Your sentencing is death. Today you shall
be executed- unless you officially renounce the Resistance and pledge your
loyalty to the new Empire, in which case we may be able find some other job for
you. What do you have to say?"
Finn just stared at him, not saying a word. Then he smirked, and spat down on
Kylo's black boots, the large glob of saliva sliding down them. Ren sighed,
then kicked out suddenly, his boot slamming into Finn's face and knocking him
to the ground. The prisoner began to laugh, blood dripping from his mouth as he
did.
"Fuck you, and your Empire," Finn said, and Kylo Ren ignited his lightsaber,
the glow of the red blade throwing shadows over the plaza.
"The Resistance is dead, FN-2187. Leia Organa and Poe Dameron are gone, and
just this morning Luke Skywalker was killed as well, shot down by Stormtroopers
in his hiding spot on Tatooine."
Gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd, and Kylo smiled, but Finn didn't
even blink.
"Luke may be dead, but his message still lives on," replied the man on his
knees. "There is, and always will be, hope."
The Emperor rolled his eyes underneath his mask. "Hope? Even with your
rebellion crushed, and the galaxy united under my command, you still act like
hope will save you?"
Finn shook his head. "Hope doesn't save us. We save it. And even when it is
lost, it can always be found again. Kill our leaders, destroy our bases,
massacre our men... you can never destroy hope."
"Then hope you are treated well in the afterlife," said Kylo, raising his
lightsaber. "If that'll be all, FN-2187, I'd like to get this done with."
For the first time, real anger was apparent on the prisoner's face, and as he
slowly got to his feet, Ren stepped back reflexively. "My name is Finn. Kill me
if you have to, but at least have the decency to call me by my name... Emperor
Ben."
Kylo Ren was silent for a moment. Then he turned to Rey, and held out his
lightsaber. "Here. The rebel scum wants to die for a lost cause? Then who are
we to deny him?"
Rey took the lightsaber, and strode towards Finn, raising the weapon in the
air. He looked up at her, and Kylo was delighted to see that there were tears
in his eyes.
"Rey. You don't have to do this. This isn't who you are."
"You have no idea who I am," replied Rey, drawing the blade back, preparing to
swing forward-
"Wait," said Ren. Rey looked back at him, as obedient as a well-trained pet,
instantly following his every order with a moment's hesitation.
"Kiss him first," he demanded. "Like you'd kiss me."
Finn, clearly confused, opened his mouth to respond, but Rey cut him off with a
kiss. The rebel's eyes widened, then slowly closed, and Rey put a hand on the
side of his face as she moaned into his mouth, their tongues clashing, before
she brought her master's lightsaber forward and drove it through Finn's heart.
He gasped, eyes flying open, and Rey backed away, pulling the blade from his
chest as Finn collapsed to his knees, then fell to the ground and moved no
more.
Rey walked back to Ren, giving him back his lightsaber. There was no emotion on
her face; Kylo had been somewhat worried that seeing her old friend again
might've reawakened the Rey that was, but he saw now that his concerns were
unfounded. Rey killed the man as coldly and efficiently as he himself would've,
and it was clear to Ren now that his wife was completely and unquestionably
loyal to him.
As it should be, he thought, before reaching down and giving Rey's rounded ass
a squeeze. In the nineteen years since her capture, she had somehow only gained
in beauty, and now in her late thirties her body was still firm and athletic,
with fat only where it was needed.
Rey giggled as he pinched her backside through the fabric of her gown, and Kylo
had half a mind to tear off her dress and force her to all fours right then and
there, fucking her bloody in front of the entire city. But no, he told himself,
even with all his power it would be unwise to go against all common decency
like that. Maybe when Rhea was done in the Outer Rim, and even the farthest
corners of the galaxy were under the command of the First Order... but until
then, it would be best to save his enjoyment of her body for when they were
alone. Even so, Ren gave her a little smack on the ass as they walked back into
the castle, and the Emperor couldn't resist tweaking one of her puffy nipples
as he dismissed her back to their room when General Phasma came with urgent
news.
"We found this," she told Kylo, showing him a rusted holoprojector, "In
Skywalker's hut. I watched the beginning, but it seems to contain Resistance
information of great import, and I thought you'd want to see it first."
"Very wise of you, General," he told her as he took the holoprojector from her
hands. "And excellent work killing the old fool. He hasn't been a true threat
since his sister died, but still, it is good to have him out of the way. Now
perhaps young soldiers won't spread any more rumors and legends of the
greatness of the last Jedi."
"Thank you very much sir," said Phasma, and he could feel pride radiating off
of her. "But I can't take all the credit. It was your daughter who struck the
final blow."
"Then tell Rhea I am proud of her next time you see her. What of the body?"
The General looked down, her pride gone, replaced by shame. "It... it
disappeared, Emperor."
"It was taken?" Ren snarled, and she shook her head quickly.
"No, my lord. His corpse faded away, leaving nothing but a robe behind. There
is no reason to be concerned, I'm sure."
"I am not concerned," said Kylo quickly. "As I said, Luke hasn't been a problem
in years. The bodies of Force users such as himself often dematerialize. It is
nothing."
"Of... of course not, my lord. There are stories, though. That the Jedi become
one with the Force after they die, that their power doubles-"
"Enough," commanded Ren, and she was silent. "You are as bad as the new
recruits, Phasma, whispering ghost stories around the campfire, exaggerated
tales full of superstition. The dead cannot harm us. Nor can the living."
"Yes, my lord. I apologize."
"You are forgiven." He waved a hand lazily. "And dismissed."
When he was alone, Ren walked to his throne room, taking a seat on his tall
black chair made of intertwined bands of silver steel and black crystal,
removing his helmet. His hair was neatly trimmed now, and he had the beginnings
of a beard growing in, but for the most part he remained the same man he was
nineteen years ago, with the dye he used to keep his hair a dark black no doubt
partially to thank for that.
Kylo Ren, first Emperor of the First Order, took the holoprojector from his
robe and pressed the little green button. The life size image of a robed man
made of blue light materialized before him, and Ren started, before getting a
hold of himself.
"The dead cannot harm us," he muttered to himself, as he prepared to view the
last message of Luke Skywalker.
"This message is for the highest ranking among the Resistance," said the
hologram. "If the person listening to it right now is not the intended
audience, I strongly recommend you turn it off now."
The Emperor sat back in his throne, hands clasped together, and he listened.
Rey lay on her and her husband's massive bed in their own private quarters,
eyes open, staring up at the ceiling. It was white and empty, but she still
looked at it as intently as Ren did the hologram.
A knock came on the door, and she smiled as Kylo Ren walked in, closing the
door and taking off his helmet.
"I'm so glad to see you, Ben," Rey gushed. "It's been far too long since-"
"Undress," he ordered, throwing off his own cloak as he did, and Rey got to her
feet without ado. She shrugged off the dress, the white gown sliding down from
her shoulders and pooling up at her feet, and as he removed his pants Ren
stared at the body of the woman he loved. Her breasts were still ripe and
plump, retaining the weight they had gained during her pregnancy, though the
rest of her body was lithe and muscular. Rey's waist was narrow, her hips were
wide, and her ass was perhaps her best feature, as wonderfully rounded as it
had ever been.
She looked at him as he pulled down his pants, a tad self-consciously.
"I know, I know," Rey began, "I'm not as pretty as I used to be, certainly not
as pretty as Rhea-"
"All of our daughter's beauty," interrupted Ren, "Comes from you. And besides,
as much as I love her- no one can ever compare to you."
Rhea had been born during Rey's first year with Kylo, and she had been raised
predominantly by wet nurses, her father busy with his war and her mother busy
with her father. As the years went by, however, she grew into a warrior as
deadly and cruel as she was beautiful, and Kylo Ren couldn't ignore the fact
that she was the spitting image of the woman he had loved, though far more
youthful. On her sixteenth birthday, Ren had introduced her to his and his
wife's nightly activities, and soon she was nearly as skilled as her mother.
Kylo enjoyed being with a woman who he knew chose to lay with him, but Rhea was
always too temperamental to provide the submission the Emperor craved, and
eventually Kylo had decided her place was on the battlefield, not in the
bedroom. At the moment, she was on Tatooine making a deal with the Huttese
Crime Lords to tighten the First Order's grip on the galaxy, and Kylo decided
that he would make sure to give her a special reward when she returned, for her
success as his lieutenant and for her killing of the uncle who'd evaded him for
over twenty years.
"Oh, Ben," sighed Rey, "You always know what to say. And I'm not jealous of
Rhea, truly I'm not. I just- I want to make you happy."
"You do," promised Ren, as he took her in his arms. "But please, Rey. Don't
call me Ben."
Rey frowned, confused. "I thought... you said you liked it."
"I do. I did. But when you say it, it just reminds me of what FN-2187 did.
Embarrassing me in front of the whole city- he deserved a much slower death
than the one he received."
"I'm not sure, Be- I mean, Kylo. Having the woman he loved kill him, moments
after she gave him the kiss he had craved for years... that traitor couldn't
have suffered more."
Spirits raised, Kylo kissed his wife, and the two of them fell to the bed. He
moved inside of her, and she moaned as he kissed her neck, beginning to pump
into her.
"Oh, Kylo. Oh, Master..."
"Call me Emperor," whispered Kylo Ren as he started thrusting faster, each
movement causing Rey's entire body to tremble, her breasts bouncing up and down
enchantingly.
"Emperor!" she screamed, so loud it startled him. "Fuck your little slut,
Emperor! Fill me up with your come, please!"
Laughing wildly, face flushed with arousal, Ren pounded her hard, hands
gripping her shoulders so tightly it left bruises, cock so hard inside of her
it hurt, and he drilled into her cunt more roughly than he could remember ever
doing so, and Rey's shrieks of pleasure were indiscernible from her shrieks of
pain. Maybe it was the way she had killed her former friend, maybe it was the
contents of the holoprojector, maybe it was some other strange reason, but Kylo
Ren felt like he had to make her scream, make her hurt, and he bit down on her
breasts with enough force to break the skin, drawing beads of blood.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck!" Rey slammed her hips against his, forcing his cock deeper
into her, eyes rolling back in her head. Breathing heavily, face soaked in
sweat, Kylo raised a hand and brought it down hard on her face. Rey whimpered,
a trickle of crimson dripping down her face, though whether she made the noise
out of arousal or agony Kylo couldn't tell, nor did he care.
"Rey..." he moaned, but it felt wrong for some reason. Rey was dead; this was
someone else, someone new. He knew that, as hard as he tried to forget.
"Slave..." groaned Ren, deciding that that fit her better. She was his
property, after all, and she should be treated as such. Her title as Empress,
her seat next to his at every banquet or feast- It was all a formality. A show.
She was nothing but what she was to him, what she could do for him. Like a
standard pleasure droid, though one far more lifelike. And yet he loved her.
Simply because she was the first to show him the affection he deserved, the
love he craved. Rey offered herself to him completely, and he took her
completely, and for that he loved her. But he didn't respect her.
"That's right, slave," he muttered, roughly groping her breasts, pinching and
poking and twisting her nipples, rubbing his hand through the blood. "Fuck your
master." Ren brought his hand to Rey's mouth, and she took one of his fingers
in her mouth, tasting her own blood.
"Mmmm. I taste-"
But what Rey thought she tasted like, Kylo didn't know. For in mid sentence she
cut off suddenly, mouth wide open, a puzzled expression in her eyes. Rey slowly
moved a hand to her throat, and she tried to breathe in, but the air did not
reach her lungs.
"Emperor..." she wheezed, eyes bugging out, face turning red as Kylo Ren closed
his fist, and an invisible hand squeezed tightly around her throat, suffocating
her. Panicked, Rey clawed at her throat, nails cutting deep into her flesh,
even as she bucked up against Ren's erection, fucking him hard. He could sense
her orgasm approaching, and his was as well, building up deep within him-
The Emperor relinquished his grip on his bride as he climaxed, and, with a
sharp intake of breath, she came, writhing madly as she did.
Kylo collapsed from exhaustion, breathing heavily, eyes slowly fluttering
closed. Soon, he was asleep, an arm wrapped around Rey protectively. The woman
shut her eyes as well, smiling in a satisfied way, and she too let sleep take
her.
Outside, the rain was falling, droplets of water trickling down the window, and
inside, Kylo Ren was dreaming.
He was walking through the halls of some space ship, one both familiar and
unfamiliar in equal measure. There were hundreds of locked doors lining the
corridor, and behind them Kylo could hear voices whispering.
will be with you always
or do not there is no
runs strong in your family
like my father before me
Ren stopped in front of a metal door, and slowly pushed it open. On the other
side was a vast red throne room, and in the center of it Supreme Leader Snoke
sat on his throne.
"I was right about you, Ben," laughed Snoke coldly, blood dripping from his
mouth and staining his golden robes. "You have the darkness within you, but you
have always lacked the will to let it out. You've achieved a victory greater
than I ever had in all my years of existence, but you have fallen prey to the
same temptations you vowed to avoid. I almost pity you-"
Kylo slammed the door shut, and turned away. More voices echoed down the
corridor, speaking straight into his mind.
the droids you're looking for
you underestimate the power of the
faith disturbs me
overconfidence is your weakness
faith in your friends is yours
"Look at you, Ben," called a voice from behind Ren, and he spun around, drawing
his lightsaber. To his horror Kylo saw in the his father standing there, the
blue light of his blade illuminating Han Solo. "All grown up."
"Stay away from me," said Kylo, backing away slowly. "I killed you. I killed
all of you."
But even as he said it, Ren heard another whisper from the past coming from
behind a door.
strike me down i will become more powerful than
"No!" he roared, lashing out with his lightsaber, the blade cutting through
Han's flesh with ease, and the old man fell to the ground.
"The dead cannot harm us," Kylo whispered, slowly backing into a corner. "I am
safe. This isn't real. This isn't-"
Ehm tah kull, said a voice from the shadows, and another voice responded.
Suh treh tahn nak huht ohn, it replied, and cold laughter rang out through the
darkness, as Kylo Ren, Emperor of the galaxy, cowered in the shadows.
Reh irf
Nime sih eehs
Romina tahn
Kylo's lightsaber slid from his fingers, clattering against the floor, and he
bolted away from the voices. Ren ran through the hallway, turning corner after
corner, but everywhere he went looked the same, like a maze stretching out to
infinity, inescapable, unavoidable-
Then he reached a dead end, and there was no where else to go. At the end of
the corridor there stood a figure, and as Kylo advanced cautiously, he saw that
the figure was a woman, young and beautiful and barely dressed, and she was
shackled to the wall by golden manacles.
"Rey?" he asked, starting to smile, but then the prisoner spoke, and his smile
disappeared.
"Help me, Ben Solo," said Leia Organa, skin pale and smooth, hair long and dark
brown, breasts high and firm and round. "You're my only hope."
Ren wanted to run, or scream, or hide, but instead he took another step, and
another, until he was standing right in front of her. Reaching out, sure his
fingers would go straight through her, Kylo's eyes widened as they instead made
contact with one plump breast, and without thinking he squeezed down on the
soft flesh.
"Ah!" Leia yelped, and Kylo's cock began to harden.
"Mother," he said, and Leia smiled at him with ruby red lips.
"My little baby," she cooed, as Kylo Ren reached under her metal garment and
pinched a nipple, feeling it harden between his fingers. "How big you are."
Then the chains melted away, and the metal coverings did as well, and Leia
walked towards her son fully nude. She was like an angel, lovely and proud and
strong, full milky white breasts topped with tiny pink nipples, hips swaying as
she walked, ass jiggling with each step.
"Give mommy a kiss," she said, and he stepped forward, reaching out, but he
couldn't touch her, couldn't find her in the sudden darkness that filled the
corridor without warning.
"What are you waiting for?" asked Leia from the all-consuming shadows. "Mommy
needs her baby inside of her."
Desperate to see her, desperate finally take what he had needed for so very
very long, Ren felt around blindly, at last coming in contact with a metal
switch.
"Go on," Leia said, each word spoken by a thousand voices at once, emanating
from the rooms of the Falcon. "Turn on the light."
Turn on the light
On the light
The light
Light
Kylo Ren's eyes flew open, and the first thing he noticed was that Rey wasn't
there. Frantically, he bolted upright, only to relax when he saw her sitting on
the edge of the bed, undressed.
"Rey," he whispered, and she looked to him, startled.
"Yes, Ben?"
"I told you," sighed Kylo as he got out of bed and walked towards her, "Not to
call me Ben."
Rey smiled, standing up. "Right. I'm sorry, Kylo."
"I need you, Rey," he said, once again forgetting to call her what she really
was: A slave. "I need to hold you."
Kylo wrapped his arms around her, and she rested her head on his shoulder, and
for one shining moment everything felt alright.
"I had a dream..." he began, before realizing that that wasn't quite right. "I
had a vision. Something's going to happen. Or perhaps something's already
happened."
"Well, I think you're right," whispered Rey in his ear flirtatiously, hands
moving down his back. "Something is about to happen..."
And then her lips pressed against his, and she was kissing him like she never
had before, and he kissed her back, mouth opening to let her tongue in, tasting
her saliva, tasting her breath-
Then Rey flicked her wrist, and the lightsaber was in her hand, and Kylo Ren
had barely enough time to open his eyes before the blade sliced through his
flesh, tearing deep into his chest and out the other side. Eyes wide with
disbelief, he glanced down and Rey, and saw that the end of the lightsaber had
impaled her through the heart, the red light connecting them like a bridge.
The lightsaber slid from Rey's hand, clattering against the floor, and husband
and wife, master and slave, Emperor and Empress fell at the same time, landing
on the softly carpeted floor across from each other, staring into each other's
eyes.
"I- I loved you," rasped Ren, finding it hard to breathe, and Rey grinned. Not
a grin of submission, of pleasure, of happiness. It was more like the snarl of
a wild beast.
"I know you did, Ben," she replied, cold fury reverberating in each word, blood
dripping from her pretty little mouth, and then she was still.
With considerable effort, Kylo rolled onto his back, looking up at the ceiling.
It was almost comforting in its blankness, in its purity, the white untouched
by anything else.
If only, thought Kylo, and as the last breath left his body he remembered.
"This message is for the highest ranking among the Resistance," the hologram
had said. "If the person listening to it right now is not the intended
audience, I strongly recommend you turn it off now."
And Kylo had ignored it, like the fool he was.
Luke Skywalker looked at him, directly at him, and spoke again with a smile.
"You are going to do as I say, Kylo Ren."
The Emperor had frowned, and he put a finger on the off button of the
holoprojector. But he didn't click it. He had to know what it said.
"Right now, Rey is your slave, and your prisoner, and your wife. You have raped
her nearly every day of the past two decades."
"No," protested Kylo, aware of how pointless it was to try and argue with a
hologram. But Luke shook his head anyway, as if he could hear Kylo.
"Don't try to argue. That is what you've done, exactly what you've done. Your
love for her is real, but selfish, and cruel. Just like you. And even when I'm
dead, and the Resistance has fallen... you won't win. I won't allow you to."
"Enough," muttered Kylo, getting to his feet, but Luke stopped him with three
words.
"Look at me," he said, and Ren turned to him, unable to help himself.
"No," the Emperor whispered. "They can not hurt me."
And Luke chuckled, the cold laughter ringing out through the darkness, as Kylo
Ren cowered in the shadows.
"Free her," said Luke, and it was less of an order than a statement. He is
going free her. He must free her. Each word burrowed into Ren's skull, digging
into his mind, penetrating his consciousness.
"She is mine," begged Kylo, tears in his eyes.
And whatever the hologram said next, he did not hear it. Instead, the voice of
Luke spoke inside of his head, and whether it was real or imagined he could not
tell.
Not anymore.
"I know," the hologram was saying, "The Jedi aren't supposed to take revenge.
Hate leads to suffering and all that. But, well, wanna know the truth, Ben? I'm
not the last Jedi. I haven't been a Jedi for years. And I am taking revenge,
for Han Solo, and for Leia Organa, and for her. She was the last Jedi, Ben.
Until you killed her. So I'm going to do to you what you did to me. I'm going
to take away everything you care about. But do you know the best part?"
Luke Skywalker smiled. "I'm going to make you destroy your own life, all by
yourself. You should be used to it by now, huh?"
Then the hologram faded away, and the throne room with it, and Kylo was asleep
in bed with Rey, tossing and turning as he dreamed, and unbeknownst to him his
mind had reached out and touched the facsimile of a soul that was Rey's.
There was a void deep inside of her, a part of her missing, a part he had
destroyed in his lust and his arrogance and his desperation. An emptiness where
there should've been light.
And the voices spoke in his head, and Ren's fingers twitched, and Rey's eyes
flickered.
Light
A spark was traveling from Kylo's mind into that of his wife, glowing faintly.
The light
Then it slowly pushed its way into her head, and the light began to grow, and
Rey's heart began to beat fast.
On the light
Memories awoken within her, of a desert where nothing grew, and a jungle where
everything did, of a wise man in white robes and a monster in gold, of a sword
of blue light that shined in the shadows and one of red light that spread
darkness and death.
Turn on the light
Rey. You don't have to do this. This isn't who you are.
And with tears in her eyes, Rey awoke. For the first time in nearly twenty
years, she awoke.
As she bled out on the floor of her quarters, Rey smiled. It was over for her,
and the galaxy was still lost deep in darkness. It would be nearly impossible
to free it from the New Empire, perhaps even more difficult than that.
But there would be those who try. Some would fail and some would die and some
would suffer a fate worse than death. But some would try.
And the last thing Rey saw before she died was a bearded man in white robes,
standing in a lush green jungle full of exotic fruit, with a smile on his face
and a hand outstretched towards her.
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