Prologue
Rey waited on the woven mat in the sands of Niima Outpost. The fiery glow of Jakku's only sun, Ger, was sinking low and fast over the horizon.
On a normal, 26-hour cycle standard day, she would already be back in her AT-AT across the Goazon Badlands by now - her home a relic from the downed Imperial Star Destroyer Interrogator, just beyond the Sinking Fields. But when she had dropped off her scavenged parts at Unkar Plutt's stand for the afternoon, her benefactor had told her to stay in the Outpost for the evening, along with some of the other children.
As Unkar Plutt was a kinder master, at least compared to some, and rewarded her for her toils just decently enough, Rey had complied trustingly. Even if she was made to wonder why there were other children - some younger than her 12 years - seated on mats to both her left and right. And why they were all instructed to sit still and quietly as some of Unkar's goons had gone up and down the row, tying their hands behind their backs to poles of the market stalls.
And most perplexing of all: why they had been asked to strip from the waist down.
The chilly evening wind whistled across the desert dunes, tickling the petals of Rey's sex. She hoped that sand particles would not get down there - even after living here for as long as she could remember, she hated to get sand in her clothes or on her skin. Sitting back on her calves, her thighs were spread, her knees splayed - not by choice, but rather for comfort in her current position.
A middle-aged humanoid walked by the mats of children with their privates bared to the desert heat. Pausing in front of Rey, he grinned licentiously.
"This one's mine." And with that, he flung himself before her and buried his face in between her legs, lapping and plunging his tongue into her heat.
Rey gasped and cried out in mortified shock and horror. Tears sprung at her eyes, and her muscles clenched in revulsion as this man viciously took her with his mouth. She willed herself to not involuntarily buck her cunt into his face, lest her believe she was actually enjoying this.
Sickening clarity descended on Rey as all the puzzle pieces began to fit together. Beside her on one mat, a boy no more than ten cried out as a woman passed by and began to rut against him.
The man's slobbery tongue, still between her legs, lapped and sucked at her clit, and despite her fierce resistance, her futile struggling at the ropes that bound her, Rey could feel how his attentions - however unwanted - were making her feel very wet.
She came without meaning to, hard on his face and with a whimper. When the humanoid emerged from between her thighs, Rey's juices dripping from his chin, he lunged forward and kissed her fiercely.
"MMMMM!" Letting out an indignant squeal, Rey could taste herself on his mouth. He forced open the seam of her lips and let his tongue squirm eagerly down her throat so that she could no longer cry out, as his fingers dipped into the petals of her sex and began to stroke her frantically.
Tears streamed down Rey's cheeks as her struggling weakened and she stilled in exhaustion, letting this monster finger her.
She didn't cum that time, but that didn't mean much. Her innocence had still been shattered against her will.
If the days scavenging were hard, the evenings were now to be nearly unbearable.