Rey's Abuse - Escaping Tatooine

by MiracleMilk

Stranded on Tatooine, Rey must debase herself to escape.

"What do you mean my ship is missing?"

Rey stared into the blank obsidian eyes of the Rodian spaceport clerk. Far from being a speciest, even she had to admit that their harsh tongues and expressionless faces made them a little unsettling to deal with.

The Rodian shrugged. "Happens all the time, lady. We at the Mos Eisley spaceport are not responsible for—"

"It's a light freighter," she interrupted him. "How do you lose a ship that size?"

The Rodian's lips contorted in a way that might have resembled a smile. Or perhaps mild irritation. "Hey, it's a big spaceport. Show me some identification and I'll point you in the right direction."

"I told you, I don't have identification." She had been in such a hurry to visit the ruins of the Lars homestead that she had left most of her personal effects on the Millennium Falcon.

"Then I guess you're shit out of luck."

Rey glared at the Rodian. Back on Jakku, she might have flown into a tirade in the face of such poor treatment, especially when she hadn't done anything wrong. That immature girl was long gone. A grown and respectable woman stood in her place, and those dreadful years she spent back home felt like a different life altogether. Now the Jedi Code was always with her, and she understood how to prevent the tantalizing, if not dangerous, stirrings of anger.

At times like these, she was grateful that the Way of the Force offered more eloquent solutions to life's seemingly endless challenges.

She waved her hand before the Rodian's face. "You will tell me where I can find the Millennium Falcon."

The Rodian gave pause. "I will tell you where you can find the Millennium Falcon," he parroted back to her. Then he began to check his console. "That's strange. It looks like our database doesn't show where your ship is. Luckily, I know just the person who can help you."

Rey smiled condescendingly and patted him on the forehead. "I'll be sure to tell him what a good job you've done."

Then she was walking through the winding sandy streets of Mos Eisley Spaceport, searching for the man named Udara, the local chief of security. It made her a giddy to bend the wills of the weak-minded, and she felt a little guilty for it. At least it was a civil way of handling things. So far as she could tell, Jedi mind tricks were positively harmless.

A few hand-waves later, she found herself inside the building where the chief security officer ought to be found. Her footsteps echoed through the huge and empty vestibule as she passed several sealed doorways that could only lead the spaceport's largest hangars.

At last, she found a lone Dathomirian male seated behind a huge metal desk. His skin was a deep shade of red, and the bony spikes that jutted from his skull resembled a crown of daggers.

Rey greeted the alien politely. "I'm looking for the chief security officer. I believe his name is Udara."

The Dathomirian's stare made her uncomfortable. It was the sort of appraising look one gave a newly purchased droid or cruiser. An objectifying gaze. "You've found him."

Sighing, Rey's relief was palpable. "I'm the owner of the Millennium Falcon. I'm sure you've heard of it. Unbeknown to me, one of your employees had the bright idea of moving it without my permission."

The Dathomirian leaned back in his chair, staring at more than her eyes. "That happens from time to time."

"Let's hurry along, then!" said Rey, clapping her hands. She was exhausted from the heat of the desert, of spending hours navigating Mos Eisley. Exhausted of the planet itself. "Tell me where I can find my ship and I'll be on my way."

"Can't help you just this moment," said Udara.

"And why is that?"

"I'm on my lunch break."

Rey smiled stiffly. She didn't see any food. "And when will your lunch break be finished?"

The spiky-headed alien sneered. "It's over when I say it's over. Not too long from now, but not too short, either."

Rey pursed her lips, restraining her growing smirk. Udara wasn't the first insolent worker she had met that day, but she hoped he would be the last.

"Perhaps now is a good time." Pressing her firm tummy against the desk, Rey waved her hand inches from Udara's face. "You will tell me where the Millennium Falcon is docked. Immediately."

The Dathomirian slapped her hand away, snarling.

Rey gave a surprised little gasp, clutching her smarting hand.

"Keep your hands where I can see them, whore!"

"I-I didn't mean to cause offense." She hadn't expected a lowly spaceport officer to have such a powerful will. "I must apologize—"

"Don't think I don't know your type when I see one, you empty-headed scrumrat."

Rey's jaw dropped. She had not been so insulted since Jakku! Patience, she reminded herself, is the way of the Jedi. "My name is Rey Skywalker," she introduced herself calmly, proudly. "Does that surname mean anything to you?"

"Sky-what? Girl, do you know how many people I deal with on a daily basis? After flopping that dainty little hand in my face, granting you any special favors is the last thing on my mind. Now show me some identification or get out of my sight."

"I don't have identification! That's why I came looking for you." Rey stomped her boot in frustration. "Don't you understand? I'm trying to find my ship."

Chief Officer Udara rose to his feet. To her surprise, the Dathomirian stood two heads taller than her. She felt like a doll in front of him. His height, combined with those cruel-looking spikes and his dark red eyes, made him more intimidating than his first impression.

"Listen, girl. I don't know what sandhole you crawled out of, but you don't get to strut into Mos Eisley Spaceport making demands of whoever you please! This is a reputable outpost, and you will respect my authority."

Ray scrunched her nose. Who did he think he was fooling? "I apologize," she lied.

"If I gave out the location of ships to any scrumrat who came crawling along, well, I wouldn't be much of a chief security officer, would I?"

"No, I suppose not," Rey said through her teeth. "Then how do you propose we solve this little disagreement of ours?"

The Dathomirian sat forward, resting on his elbow. The way his eyes seemed to crawl all over her made her skin itch. "You must be cleverer than you look, having survived on Tatooine for so long. I'm sure you can think of something."

Rey scoffed. So the corrupt officer wanted a bribe. How typical. She loathed to give the son-of-a-bantha anything, but money was no large concern to her. The Resistance had made certain she was well taken care of after Exegol. "Name your price so we can get this over with."

"Five hundred credits," said Udara.

The corner of Rey's lip twitched. The sum would be considered a mere convenience fee in the core systems, and she was certain she could haggle the number down if she wanted to. It must be a substantial amount, she supposed, for an outer rim lowlife with a dead-end job.

"Show me to my ship and I'll pay you at once," said Rey, glad to have the ordeal sorted out. "I left my credits aboard the Falcon."

Udara fell back into his seat, laughing profusely. "You are a clever one! But not clever enough."

Rey planted her fists on the desk. "I'm serious! There must be some way I can convince you to help me."

"There might be something. It's been a long week. Even we men of duty need a little of comfort, now and then."

Rey's face turned hot. The Dathomirian was propositioning her. Why, the no-good degenerate lowlife smear of cannok slime! "And if I refuse?"

"Then you quit bothering me and find someone else to help you. It might take a long while, though. And who knows how you'll find accommodation without credits?" He smiled. "It's a big spaceport"

Rey stared at the floor, angry, embarrassed, and disgusted. That she was even considering his offer made her ill to her stomach. Still, the idea of being stranded on the sandy streets of Mos Eisley for even a single night left her anxious beyond belief. More than anything, she wanted to get this over with.

When she buried the sacred lightsabers at the Lars Homestead, she had experienced a sense of closure and finality unlike anything before. It was time for her to leave Tatooine, she understood, and begin her new life. The resistance was relying on her to rebuild The Republic, and there wasn't a day to waste. There was a long and difficult road ahead of her as the last surviving Jedi.

"If it makes you feel better," Udara chuckled. "It'll be our little secret. I'll even pay you the usual rate."

Rey's voice came out small and wavering. It hardly sounded like her. "What exactly do you expect me to do?"

"Only to put that clever mouth of yours to work. Now come around to this side of the desk so we can negotiate properly."

Rey moved stiffly, hands squeezed so tight that her nails bit her palms. It was far from the first time she had suffered such advances. Since then, she had traveled across the galaxy and overcome unimaginable trials and pains to grow into the person she was today. If it was to be kept a secret as the Dathomirian said, perhaps she could live with that.

Then she was standing in front of his chair, between his splayed out legs.

"On your knees," he said. "I already switched off the cameras."

Rey lowered herself shakily. The floor was hard, and her legs ached for their weariness. This isn't happening. This can't be happening. The day she escaped Jakku, she had sworn to herself she would never again let someone take advantage of her. Now she was kneeling before a stranger, and a wretched one at that. Perhaps it was the similarity of Tatooine to her home planet that let her slip into that old mindset, like straddling an old speeder. She found it strangely comforting, and hated herself for it.

The Dathomirian edged his hips forward as he unfastened the fly of his jumpsuit. Rey turned away, grimacing. She couldn't stand that excited look on his face. A pungent masculine odor assaulted her senses. It was strong enough to make her eyes water.

"Doesn't smell too good, does it? Normally I wash up beforehand, but what can I say? You caught me by surprise. C'mon, don't look so scared."

Rey reached out blindly, feeling for the source of the smell. She discovered the Dathomirian's manhood and made a fist around the hot sweaty flesh. Larger than she expected, and thick enough that she could not close her fingers around it. Holding her breath, she began to stroke.

"That," Udara said, "was easier than I expected."

Rey pumped up and down, trying to ignore him. The sensation of a cock in her hand brought back memories of a time before she was Rey Skywalker. A time before she became the powerful Jedi in the galaxy.

Instead she was Rey of Jakku, the pass-around girl of Niima outpost, the girl who swallowed fresh loads for food rations when the summer came to a full swelter, and it became too hot to safely work within the wreckages of the old Star Destroyers. It was a period of her life where she had intimate encounters with males from every species: tired, horny, and sweaty. Males all too eager for a nimble young human scavenger to crawl underneath their table.

She shivered as she felt a dollop of precum land on top of her knuckles. Even the smell was familiar.

"Hurry along on then!" Udara clapped his hands. "I'm not paying for fingers."

Rey forced herself to face her tormentor. There was his cock before her, dark and red and evil-looking. Around the base of the head was a series of small studs, pushing up beneath the skin. They made his cock resemble a crude weapon more than a reproductive tool. He was more endowed than most human men, she noted, but his physiology was not that different. Best to get this over with.

Remembering the old days, she widened her tongue, cupping the bottom of his mushroom tip, feeling those hard studs. Then she slathered the head in slow circles before licking her way to his sack. She worshiped each of his testicles tenderly, then made them dance on the rolling surface of her tongue. The taste was familiar. It tasted of home. Of the person she thought she had buried along with those lightsabers.

Grunting, Udara shoved Rey's forehead away. "That feels great, but I don't got all day to sit around with my balls in your mouth. Lunch breaks don't last forever."

Rey glared at the man, nostrils flaring. She was giving him the gift of a lifetime, and he was treating her like nothing more than a hole for his simple relief. Forcing her to fellate him was one thing, but there was no reason she had to tolerate such disrespect.

"How dare you treat me like" —mid-sentence, Udara grabbed her by topmost hair bun and forced her onto his cock— "smft kind oft chrffp whre."

"Right there!" he grunted, bucking his hips. Rey squealed helplessly as his ugly cock stretched her throat. "That's the spot."

Rey nursed on the foul alien member, glaring at the Dathomirian all the while. Sour and sweaty, she could feel her tongue scrubbing the filth of the day from his worthless cock. When his heavy scrotum began slapping her chin, and he chuckled at the sound, she nearly flew into a rage for it.

You are a Jedi Knight, she reminded herself, and the thought brought tears to her cheeks. You can get through this. You must remain in control.

After a good minute of sucking, she forced herself off the cock, gasping for air. Stars danced across her vision, and the world was spinning, but she had maintained control, and that made her proud. She was a Jedi, after all.

"Nice and clean." Udara beat his sopping cock against her face. It made a wet slapping sound each time he struck her nose, her chin, her forehead, her cheeks. "I knew that mouth was good for something." Suddenly he grabbed her by the second bun, grinding her nose into the tip of his cock. "Tell me how badly you want to find that ship. What was it called again? The Pelican?"

"The Falcon," she growled, suckling the head of his cock as she spoke. "I want to find it more than anything. Please help me. You're my only hope."

"I'll make you a deal. If you're not dripping wet right now, we can stop at once. I'll take you to the Falcon and you'll be out of here in no time."

Rey's thighs clenched, and she felt the moisture that had been building there. It was worse than she thought. Her juices had soaked through the crotch of the humble, flimsy clothes she wore. She hadn't felt this horny since… since he was with her. What had this Dathomirian done to make her body betray her?

Udara reached between her thighs. She jerked away from his hand, desperate to hide her shame. That she hated performing such sexual acts was the only thing that made them tolerable. If this man, this awful, filthy, domineering man, discovered that some dark side of her was enjoying this, she wouldn't be able to live with herself.

"You mustn't touch me there. I beg of you, Master Udara." Rey sucked at the throbbing cockhead, licking up precum. Why had she thought to call him that?

"Master, eh? I like the sound of that. Makes me feel like a character from one of those old Jedi stories. A real shame they went extinct."

Hearing the word Jedi made her perk up. It was incredible how two syllables could fill her heart with hope. She pecked at his cock with quick kisses, trying to keep him talking. "Do you admire the Jedi, Master Udara?"

"Who wouldn't? They brought thousands of years of peace to our galaxy. A real shame." Udara chuckled. "I guess a dumb little womprat like you wouldn't know a Jedi from a Stormtrooper."

"That isn't true." Heart racing, Rey wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, tickling the bumps with her tongue. Despite her depravity, she felt something stir within her, a sense of knowing who she truly was. "I feel I must confess to you, sir. I'm not who you think I am."

The Dathomirian arched one of his hairless eyebrows.

"I… am a Jedi."

The look on his face was nothing short of incredulous. And amused.

"Please look, Master Udara! I can prove it to you. Over there, on the ground. Do you see that stone?"

Udara looked over, grinning at what he had to believe were the childish antics of a creditless street beggar. Well, she would teach him a thing or two about that. "Show me then," he said, sinking his cock inside her throat, making her gag. "Show me a magic trick, wizard."

Rey squeaked with every hot thrust of swollen manhood, struggling to breathe. She reached toward the small stone and focused as hard as possible.

Normally it would be child's play to send a thousand similar stones flying through the air; she was, after all, one of the most powerful Force users in history. But with the fat cock pounding her throat, and tears and sweat staining her face, and that accursed wetness between her legs, it was a struggle to channel the Force.

She reached out desperately, trying as hard as she could.

The stone didn't move.

"Well?" Udara said, giving her cheek a light slap. "I'm waiting!"

Rey could feel the Force all around her, a boundless reserve that flowed out of every living thing. Only now it was blocked by a sort of invisible veil, a thin layer made entirely from her inner turmoil. It was like all that wonderful power was kept out of reach by a hair's breadth. Was this how Master Luke had felt for all those years on Ahch-To?

The emptiness was overwhelming. She could feel… nothing. The world was cold again, and she could no longer sense the countless lifeforms that dwelled across the stars. For the first time in years, she was a normal person again, a frightened little girl before a cruel and manipulative stranger.

Udara was beyond amused. "I've had a lot of whores over the years, but you're the first one to claim to be a Jedi."

Trying again, Rey furrowed her brow. She sucked hard on his cock, massaging his length with her tongue, feeling her nose crush flat against the hairless little belly of the cruel Dathomirian, but placing all of her attention on the stone. She banished her anger, her turmoil, even her sexual desire, and channeled everything into tapping into the Force. The veil broke at last, and all the beauty and life of the universe flowed through her.

Rey beamed as the little stone hovered above the ground.

The Force was with her.

"Lmfk! Lmfk! Cmft yufft she?" she pleaded, her mouth at the hilt of his cock. She slapped his thighs as she facefucked herself, trying to get his attention. "I dfft ift!"

"Yeah, sure, amazing," grunted Udara, moaning every time she took his studded cockhead past the opening to her throat. Rey wanted to scream when she saw that his eyes were closed. He began to buck his hips, slapping her forehead noisily with his belly every time he bottomed out inside her.

The rock fell back to the floor.

The frustration was enough to make her eyes water.

"Slow down, bitch," gasped Udara, dragging his length out of her. She fell to the ground, choking for breath. "Tease me a little. I want to enjoy this for a bit longer. Aw, why are you crying?"

Shuddering, Rey began to suck on his balls. "Because I saved the galaxy and you don't even care," she sobbed, no longer giving a damn what he thought, whether he believed she was a Jedi or not. "You remember the First Order, don't you? The brave efforts of the Resistance?"

The security officer tweaked her nose, chuckling. "Sure, those words sound a little familiar." Then he snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Tongue."

Like a trained animal, she opened her mouth and offered her tongue. How had she become so obedient in so short a time? There was no vile act she would not perform for him now. She thanked the stars he did not know the extent of his power over her.

Udara scooted forward on the chair, lifting himself toward her. He reached down to spread his ass cheeks.

Rey stiffened. Please, no.

"Lick."

Without a thought, Rey buried her tongue in the Dathomirian's smooth red hole.

"Never heard of a Jedi licking someone's asshole before," he said. "You must be the first!"

Rey sobbed as she thrust her tongue deep inside him, tasting him, even pausing her work to give his cheeks soft, affectionate kisses. She truly despised the man, but she was tired and powerless, and her body wouldn't let her resist anymore.

Eventually, Udara yanked on her hair. When she pulled away her tongue was still fully extended, leaving a string of saliva connecting it to the alien's puckered hole.

He slapped her aside the head. "Good job. Now back on my cock and finish me off. I need to get back to work."

Rey bobbed her head up and down in the Dathomirian's lap, tasting his skin, feeling his veins, tickling his balls with the tip of her tongue when she was able to force herself deep enough. She listened to his lazy grunts and moans, the way pleasure came easily to him. It was difficult to keep from hating him for everything he was.

"I don't know why you try so hard," contemplated Udara. "Look at your cheap sand beggar clothes. You don't think I know a desperate whore when I see one?"

Rey screamed in frustration into his cock.

He jumped in surprise, looking pleased. "Now that felt good. You're better at this than you look, human. I normally like my girls a little sexier, but you make up for your lack of looks in that pretty way of yours."

Rey glared at his dark red eyes. She swallowed his cock obediently, treating her throat like nothing more than a glove for his angry member. She could feel his cock tensing up. It would soon be over. The Dathomirian had won.

"Here it comes, suck slut," Udara groaned. "Get ready to swallow…. every… drop!"

The realization that she was about to swallow this foul, smelly, evil man's semen sent a rush of hatred through her. Anger flowed through her every atom as she felt his cum surge through his cock. A tremor of energy rushed through her, and the building, and perhaps all of Mos Eisley, the unstoppable strength of the Force. If the Light side of the force was a streaming river, the dark side was a dam ready to burst. At that moment, she could have crushed the Dathomirian like an insect with nothing more than a passing thought.

Focus, Rey Skywalker, a voice called out to her. Perhaps her own. You must focus.

And then the light was all around her, and the anger was gone. She felt its bright beauty in her every pore, and she spilled it into the man before her. She used it to massage his balls, to fill his asshole with electric pleasure, to tickle the tips of his toes. Yes, she thought, this is the way.

Udara was screaming with pleasure as a torrent of cum came rushing out of him. Rey felt its heat filling her like a living fire, burning her neck, her mouth, her belly, pumping deep inside her. His seed becoming a part of her on the deepest level. There was a part of him, she knew, that would stay with her forever.

He began to withdraw as the flood tapered off, and his steaming hot seed spattered her tongue and face. Her mouth reflexively followed his cock, trying to catch every drop. It wasn't as thick as she expected, but he made up for it with inhuman volume.

Rey looked left and right for a waste bin, hoping to spit to the remaining semen. "Mmph!" She slapped at Udara's thighs

Smiling fondly, Udara shook his head. "Down the hatch, my little Jedi." He pinched her nose and cruelly twisted. Rey screamed out in pain, gargling the runny cum before it went straight down her gullet and her airways as well, stickying up her insides.

Then she fell against the stranger's feet, coughing up cum and spit. "The task is done," she said, gasping for air. It was a joy to be able to breathe. "I've done my part."

"Not yet, bitch. Get the rest of it out." Rey recognized that tone of voice. Having finished his orgasm, Udara was quickly losing interest in her. It was the same with the males of every species. Once they had thoroughly used you, they tossed you out like a piece of trash. Dathomirians, it appeared, were no different.

She expertly ran her hands down his length, working out the last globules of semen into the palm of her hand. Having nowhere to put them, she lapped them up and swallowed obediently, even opening her mouth wide to show him.

"Are you satisfied?" she said, voice hoarse.

"Almost." He gripped the base of his cock in his fist and waved it toward her. In its semi-flaccid state, it swung back and forth like a pendulum.

Rey shook her head, astonished. Was he planning on going for another round? That couldn't be possible. No species she had ever encountered had so short a refractory period.

"Gotta piss," mumbled the Dathomirian. "Ready or not, here it comes."

A more sensible woman would have leaped out of the way. A properly trained Jedi would have used the force to choke off his piss at the source. At that moment, Rey was neither. She lunged forward with an open mouth, taking in his semi flaccid cock, forming an airtight seal at the root. The idea of being pissed on mortified her. The alternative, getting soaked in his piss, was worse. Or at least it seemed at the time.

Rey shut her eyes and began to swallow as the hot salty piss filled her throat, pumping directly into her stomach.

"I wasn't actually going to do it," Udara teased, sounding genuinely surprised. "You really are good at this!"

When Rey's normally flat stomach was round and heavy with the Dathomirian's fluids, he pulled out from her pert mouth with a popping sound. A few droplets sprinkled onto her face, but most of the crisis was averted. It was over, she realized. She was free at last.

"Now. what do you say?" asked Udara.

Fuck you, Rey wanted to answer. But maintaining a little dignity was all she had left. After coming this far, she refused to resort to any form of anger. For anger, as Master Luke often told her, was the quickest path to the dark side.

Taking a breath, she looked up at the man who had conquered her body but not her mind, meeting him with bold eyes. "I have done what you've asked of me. I demand you escort me at once to my—"

The security officer raised his palm, as if to slap her.

Rey cowered, throwing herself at his strong legs. Without thinking, she began to squeal, "Thank you, thank you, for feeding me your cum and piss. I'm not a Jedi! I'm just a stupid girl. I'll be good, so good, so please, no more!"

The security officer yawned and patted her on the head. "You won't survive off-planet with that attitude girl. But at least your mouth is good for something." He stood, kicking her away from his legs. "Don't worry, my little suck pet. I'll keep my end of the bargain."

Udara snapped his fingers. "Kneel in front of me. Back straight. Forehead facing the ceiling. There you go."

Rey watched from that painful position as Udara fished something out of his pocket. Her body was exhausted, and her throat was on fire, but she dared not move an inch. Not after getting this far.

Carefully, Udara stacked a few cards of credits on top of her forehead.

"It's a shame you're so desperate to hitch a ride off this junkhole a planet, but I can't blame you. You'll make a good whore for the crew, at least. Spacers always need one of those, and it'll be good for you to keep busy. Just watch that mouth before it gets you in trouble. Understood?"

"Y-yes, sir," Rey managed to say, struggling not to move.

"You're a stupid girl, but you might be more clever than you think. Sorry for being rough on you, kid. Just know that I think you'll go far in life if you heed my advice. I even threw in a few extra credits to help you along your way."

"T-thank you, Master Udara," Rey said, struggling to balance the credits on her forehead. "Thank you so much."

He patted her cheek softly. "Enjoy your reward, my little padawan. You earned it."

Udara stood and straightened his jumpsuit. "You're to stay here on your knees, is that understood? Don't move an inch until I return."

"My ship," she croaked as she heard him walking away. "D-don't forget…"

"Yeah, sure." Udara snickered as he went.

She listened intently to his echoing footsteps.

Then she was alone, and the hall was silent.

It took all of Rey's discipline and Jedi training to remain still, kneeling with her head upturned, staring at the ceiling, feeling every sore muscle in her body. The taste of piss and spunk had gotten up her nose and inside her lungs, and it stung her chest to breathe. She explored behind her teeth with her tongue, finding more of the stringy residue of Udara's foul semen. She would never forget that taste.

For what felt like hours, Rey knelt obediently behind the desk, credits balanced carefully on her forehead. She pitied herself enough for a short cry. It was truly the lowest moment in her life.

Time passed slowly. She heard footsteps come and go, and her body seized up at the thought of being caught. But she had trained extensively with Luke and Leia, and she did not move an inch, balancing those credits on her forehead like a perfectly trained animal. No, not even an animal would have been able to keep up such an act.

Eventually, a thought occurred to her:

What the hell was that Dathomirian waiting for?

What the hell was she waiting for?

Rey relaxed her body, sinking to the floor. The credits slipped from her forehead. She stretched her sore muscles, her aching back, wincing from the spots of dried cum and piss that spotted her face and hair. Sobbing quietly, she gathered the cards of credits off the floor. After all she had been through, it seemed such a waste to leave them there.

Fifty credits, Rey counted. She couldn't help but laugh at what a fool she had been. The amount would barely cover a round of drinks at the cantina. Is this all he thought I was worth?

She scrubbed away the spit and piss with her sleeve, feeling how sore her eyes were from crying. She staggered to her feet and knew at once she'd been fooled. Her hand went to her lightsaber, and she was furious. She knew Udara's name, didn't he realize that? She could find him easily, dark side be damned. She could make him pay, and no one would be able to stop her.

"I beg your pardon," said a voice, "but you really should not lurking about behind there."

Rey spun toward the voice. There was a portly little man on the other side of the desk. "Who are you?" she demanded, stomping up to him. "Where is the chief security officer, Udara?"

"You ask for Udara, miss?" trembled the little man.

"That's right," Rey said, almost shouting at him.

"He stands before you. I am Chief Udara!"

Rey froze. The little man was nothing like that Dathomirian "That can't be possible."

"May I have your name?" the real Udara managed to ask her.

"Rey," she said, with humility this time. "Rey Skywalker."

"B the stars! Lady Skywalker, I've found you at last.

"You know who I am?" After all the trouble she'd been through, it was flattering to encounter someone who knew her name. She wanted to hug the little man. She wanted to cry on his shoulder. "You really know who I am."

"Why, Lady Skywalker, everyone in this system knows your name! I've been waiting for you in this very spot for over an hour now."

"An hour," said Rey. "Waiting for me. Here."

The real Udara nodded and smiled. "When we learned that the hero of the resistance had come to visit our humble spaceport, we stored the Millennium Falcon in a high-security hanger for safekeeping. Mos Eisley may not have the reputation it used to, but there are still quite a few scoundrels about. You must be careful. Oh, what am I saying? I'm sure a Jedi like you has nothing to worry about. This will delight you, I am certain, but the Millennium Falcon is stored just two hangars from here! We received your astromech droid earlier this afternoon, and it's already aboard."

"I thank you for your efforts," Rey said flatly, staring into the distance, as she came to terms with what she had done.

She had got on her knees.

She had sucked a stranger's cock.

She had swallowed copious amounts of cum and piss.

She had even licked his filthy asshole.

And the Millennium Falcon was here all this time?

Just a few steps away?

"Forgive me for asking, but you seem quite pale, Lady Skywalker. Shall I summon a medical droid?"

"No, that won't be necessary. I'm just tired." Rey straightened her tunic, noticing all the little stains the stranger had left on her, a followed the little man to the Millennium Falcon. "I'll need you to make arrangements for my departure. Immediately."

"Must you leave so soon? There are so many who wish to meet you."

She wanted to scream at him for his lack of knowledge, for how helpless she felt. Maybe that would get rid of the taste on her breath. But this Udara had done nothing wrong, and misplaced anger was not the Jedi way. "I apologize. There's urgent business I must attend to."

Aboard the Millennium Falcon, BB-8 whirled up to greet her with a chorus of beeps and chirps.

"No, BB-8. Nothing's the matter. I'm just exhausted. That's right. So, so exhausted. Now give me some alone time. You can start up the ship on your own, can't you?"

Alone in her quarters, Rey curled up a ball in bed. She hadn't washed or changed, she preferred to simply lay there in the clothes she was wearing, sandy, smelly and filthy. Biting her lower lip, she slipped a hand beneath her clothes, parting her legs, spreading herself to access her tender wetness waiting there. She didn't disrobe as she worked her fingers. She pulled the stains on her tunic close to her nose, inhaling deep. There was something about the smell…

She climaxed as the purring of the Millennium Falcon sent her hurtling toward space.