A note from your humble author: Lemon alert! Oh, I know some of you suspected where I was going with this, and yes; I am going to hell, but if so, I'm taking you all with me! MWAHAHAHAHA

It was late at night, Rey was with Chewbacca making some final adjustments to the Falcon; they would be leaving first thing in the morning. Ben decided it would be a good time to have a private word with his mother.

Leia Organa was usually always working until the wee hours of the morning, and that night she was preparing something for Rey's mission, when she sensed her son's approach.

"Come in, Ben!" she called through her office door, while shoving a bundle into her desk drawer.

She watched as her son entered the room and took a seat across from her desk. She could sense nervous agitation and fear.

"Ben, what's wrong?"

She watched as he almost squirmed in his seat as a bead of perspiration appeared on his forehead.

He finally cleared his throat and said; "Mother, I need your advice."

The next morning Rey was going over a checklist as she waited for Ben near the Falcon. They had loaded a 75-Z speeder onto the ship, of which she was very disappointed that there was only one, and they had also safely stored a large stash of credits provided by Rando, who was now one of the Resistance's main financial backers as all of his father's estate and businesses had been bequeathed to him. She looked up when the General approached her.

"Where's Ben?" asked the General as she looked around the tarmac.

"With Rando and Master Luke, he should be here any minute," she replied.

"Good! Take this!" she said as she shoved a wrapped bundle into Rey's arms.

"Are you sure I can't just wear my regular clothes?"

"There will be no shortage of First Order spies where you're going. I made several alterations to compensate for the fact that you're much taller than I am, and not to mention styles have changed a bit since I was last on Tatooine. Do me a favor; don't tell Ben that I gave it to you."

Rey thanked the General, who said her goodbyes; then she stashed the package inside the Falcon. When she walked back down the ramp she found Ben speaking with Master Luke.

"We'll let you know if we decide to move the base before your return. Your mother is doing her best to convince the stubborn council. I tend to agree, we've been here too long, and I sense danger if we remain."

"The long distance com-link Rando gave me should be a secure line of communication if you need to get a hold of us," replied Ben.

"May the force be with you both," offered Luke, who was actually able to receive a farewell hug from his usually standoffish nephew as well as Rey.

"Are we ready?" asked Ben.

"I don't see why we can't each have a speeder?" pouted Rey.

"Sounds like a cozy idea to me," he replied with a devilish smirk.

The moment Rey looked at Tatooine she felt an ache of homesickness for Jakku. She preferred green planets rich with water and life, but the sight of any desert world would always remind her of home.

"What is this place?" she asked, referring to the small settlement they seemed to be approaching.

"Mos Eisley spaceport. We can store the Falcon safely in a hanger here and take the speeder on to the Mos Espa Grand Arena."

It was serendipitous timing that the annual Boonta Eve Classic Podrace was only a month away, and every pod racer and pod racing enthusiast would be flocking to Mos Espa for the qualifying races which would determine who would go on to compete in the big annual race. It was also a magnet attraction for the seedy underbelly of crime syndicates that operated throughout the outer rim. The annual podrace was a time for illegal gambling, slave trafficking, and other illicit deeds, and according to Ashani, Ereus Ren had ties with several major crime organizations, including the Hutts.

The crime syndicates provided extra eyes and ears to Ereus Ren, as the outer rim was not yet under the full grip of the First Order, it was harder for the Knights of Ren to track down undiscovered force-sensitives without the cooperation of the Grand Hutt Council. If the syndicates or their spies found force-sensitives they would turn them in to Ereus Ren for elimination, and in return Ereus Ren would sometimes offer his services as a hit man for the crime lords. His presence strengthened the First Orders relations with the outer rim territories, but also supported his prime objective of finding and eliminating force-sensitives.

"You better get changed. The moment we land we have to remain incognito," he said.

She cringed to think about how dreadfully degrading their entire rouse would be, but grabbed the bundle the General had given her.

Ben managed to make a graceful enough landing in the hanger without the aid of his co-pilot and grabbed his change of clothes that was stashed behind his seat and began pulling on the racing gear which consisted of a worn brown leather duster, riding gloves, and a helmet with a visor that came down over his eyes and nose and would serve to mask most of his face.

He heard Rey let out a cry of dismay and rushed out of the cockpit to see if she was okay.

"Rey, what…" He froze and stared as his jaw dropped to the floor.

They had intended to pose as a podracer and his pet slave to get in with the closer ring of crime lords that oversaw the podraces. Rey had not initially liked the idea, but where they were going, most pod racers had 'pets,' whereas paramours that accompanied racers were usually under closer scrutiny and garnered more gossip, things they were desperately trying to avoid.

She was wearing a very revealing slave girl outfit. Her hair was mostly down with a few strategic braids piled on top and pulling back from her face, which was mostly covered in a gossamer veil except for where her hazel eyes were visible. She wore copper colored bands around her upper arms, and delicate slippers on her feet. At her throat was a collar that linked to a long chain that was meant to be kept by Ben.

She was suddenly thankful for at least the veil, which masked her blushing at the way Ben was looking at her.

"It's bad, isn't it?" she dared to ask.

It seemed to take Ben a few seconds longer than it should for him to finally respond to her. "No. No, it's…wow. Damn!"

She wasn't sure what to make of that response, but she could feel herself blushing even harder.

"I mean…I like it…a lot. It's good. Where…did you get that?"

"Uh, Maz got it through one of her customers," she scrambled to think, but of course it was no use. She was terrible at lying and with the bond, he'd see through her quicker than he could already see through her clothes. But he was so distracted in that moment, he barely paid any attention to her answer to begin with, and honestly he didn't care, so she was surprised when he didn't question her on it, so she quickly changed the subject.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"Oh yes," he replied, and continued to stare at her.

"Well, let's leave."

"Oh, that - yes."

"Are you okay to drive?" she questioned.

"Steering might be a little difficult at the moment."

Rey held onto Ben as the 75-Z speeder raced over the dunes with effortless maneuvers. She envied that she wasn't the one driving, but even being a passenger on the lithe speeder was exhilarating and she could sense through the bond that Ben seemed to be having the time of his life, partly because of the ride, partly because he was sharing it with her. She wrapped her arms a little tighter around him, but not because she was afraid to fall.

When they pulled into Mos Espa and slowed down she was able to remove the pair of shiny new goggles she had worn for the ride. She was surprised to see so many people. The dusty streets were packed with people making their way to and from the arena.

Ben pulled their speeder up into the racers bay and was immediately stopped by a tall Arconan who demanded to see his registration papers. He simply reached into his duster pocket and pulled out his forms and handed them to the bay inspector.

Rando had managed to work wonders on their behalf, including full registration, speeder docking, accommodations, his private box seats, and best of all, a brand new formula one racing pod, of which Rey, even though she knew they were on a mission, was dying to see, if only to appreciate the mechanical aspects of it; the sport itself was of little interest to her. Rando, himself, would have killed to have joined them, but he knew he had a target on his back, and he had Jedi training.

"Cal Missen," read the inspector. "Ah, you're Governor Calrissian's new man. The Governor is known for his excellent eye for pod racing pilots. I'm sure there will be many wagering for you."

"He's Baron Administrator Calrissian now," corrected Ben.

"My apologizes. Allow me to escort you to your pod. You may park your speeder in slot fourteen," he said as he pointed to a near empty parking space.

Ben and Rey hopped off their speeder and Ben slung a small duffle bag over his shoulder that had been stored in the small compartment below. It contained the credits they would need to pay their entry fee, as well as additional credits that Rando had insisted they take in the event that a suitable bet could be placed on his behalf. Rando had successfully gambled on the pods for years, and Ben suspected his abilities with the force had earned him more than the typical amount of luck in guessing who the winners would be. He had initially argued that he wasn't going to be on Tatooine to bet or to race. Having a pod and being registered were necessary if they were going to mingle closely amongst the crime lords, who did not associate themselves with the regular spectators, but were often seen hovering around the racers, speculating on gambling odds, hosting after-parties, and possibly rigging events.

"Hey, I've seen you fly," Rando had argued. "I'm not saying you're there to race or have fun, but ya know, in case you need to do a race, to say, not blow your cover, wouldn't hurt to place a bet, now would it?"

"No," replied Ben firmly.

"I'll split the winnings with you," he offered with one of his brilliant grins.

"Maybe," relented Ben.

The inspector led them to the pod docks and showed them the pod that was owned by Rando Calrissian. Rey looked at that pod the way Ben had looked at her in her slave clothes. She could tell by the exhaust vents alone that the engines must have been impressive. It had the name 'Red Comet' painted down the side. Even Ben could appreciate that that pod would have been an intimidating beast out on the track. He let go of Rey's chain so she could crawl around the pod, and he watched with a smile as she immediately tore open the under hatch and began poking around inside. The inspector regarded him curiously at his apparent permissiveness of his slave girl.

"Engines are a turn on for her," he offered, making the inspector uncomfortable.

"Well, here is the key to your accommodations, which are in sector four. If you desire anything please notify the staff," he said and excused himself with a bow.

Rey had set her goggles on the ground and was prodding around in the turbine of the right side engine, while Ben set down the duffle bag and looked around at their surroundings, perhaps for any sign of their target. The pod bay was actually filled with people. Some were pod pilots, often accompanied by their pets, sometimes two or three pets, some were spectators with exclusive passes that allowed them access to the pod bay, and some were obviously there assessing the pilots and their pods, preparing wagers. In the distance he spied a Hutt, slithering with his entourage down towards their end of the bay.

Ben was disgusted to see that slavery was still a flourishing institution on Tatooine. He hated slavery, his grandfather and great grandmother had once been slaves on this same planet. When he had still been Kylo Ren, he had convinced himself that the First Order would bring order to the chaos of the galaxy and perhaps put an end, once and for all, to slave trading. When they resorted to slavery to make up for their devastated worker numbers after the fall of Starkiller Base, he had been appalled. It only served to further germinate the seed of light that had always existed within him.

Rey looked down just in time to see a tiny hand slip beneath the pod and snatch her goggles from the ground. She was used to thieves from growing up on Jakku, and it was usually best to get the jump on them before they knew you were aware of them. She silently crouched lower and spied a small human girl, dressed in rags, maybe seven years old, examining her goggles, then she watched in surprise as the girl tossed the goggles to another child, also about the same age, in fact, they looked to be twins. The boy missed the catch, and Rey watched as the goggles nearly fell to the ground…but stopped, then floated back up into the boy's hand, who promptly stuffed the eye-wear into his pocket. Then she watched as the girl crept closer to the duffle bag that Ben had turned his back on. Ben should have sensed them, but she could tell he was brooding over some internal memory that was distracting him. She watched as the girl extended her hand and the bag slowly rose from the ground, but that was as far as Rey was about to let the situation get.

"Hey, you two, stop!" she cried. The two children looked up at her with large frightened eyes. The girl lost her concentration and dropped the bag. Ben heard Rey's exclamation and turned just in time to see Rey take off after two small children.

"Wait!" he shouted after her, nearly shouting her real name, but managing to suppress it at the last moment. He quickly picked up the fallen duffle bag and tossed it in the pod cabin, locking the hatch over it, then ran in the direction he had seen Rey disappear in.

The two children were fast, and they knew the pod bay much better than she did. Rey sped after them, shoving her way past startled onlookers, leaping over pod wings, and sliding under hoisted mechanic gurneys, but it was no use. She watched as the two children pulled out a ventilation hatch that led somewhere below the bay and they jumped inside. They didn't have time to pull the hatch closed again, but they didn't need to. It was much too small of an opening for Rey to squeeze inside after them, and they would know their way better than she would. She cursed under her breath as they got away.

Rey!

He called to her over the bond.

"What happened?" he asked as he approached her.

She stood up from where she had been kneeling by the hatch.

Ben, I saw two small children. They had the force! They were levitating! One took my goggles and the other was levitating our duffle bag away.

She explained over their bond.

I couldn't catch them though.

She added.

We'll try to look for them later. Right now we have to focus on finding Ereus Ren.

Rey walked back to the pod with Ben. Many people were staring at them because it appeared as though she had made some sort of escape attempt and had to be reclaimed by her master.

"Now Veela, don't keep running off, or I'll have to punish you," he teased her loudly so the onlookers could hear.

You're lucky I can't smack you right now.

She threatened, but she could tell he was still highly amused.

When they got back to their pod, Ben pulled the duffle bag out of the pod cabin, and they were just about to leave when the procession of Rotta the Hutt approached.

"Greetings! This is his eminence Rotta Tiure of the Hutt clan. We presume you are the sponsored entrant for Mr. Calrissian, are you not?" inquired an interpreter droid.

Rey instantly felt uncomfortable as the slimy Hutt seemed to rove his eyes up and down her body and rolled his tongue outside of his mouth with a disgusting sound. Ben was not oblivious to the Hutt's leers and Rey could feel him growing furious over the bond.

Remain calm, Ben. We'll have to expect that. I am dressed like a piece of meat.

She offered, trying to sooth the volcano the raged within him.

"Cal Missen, I'll be piloting the Red Comet for Rando Calrissian. This is my pet Veela," he replied, trying his best to remain as calm as possible.

Rotta the Hutt gave a deep-throated laugh and said something in Huttese.

"His excellency most graciously extends an invitation for you to join him in his pavilion for tomorrow's qualifying races, that is, if you are free and not participating right away," interpreted the droid.

Then Rotta added something else to which the droid interpreted; "He requests that you bring your pet with you."

Rey could hear the leather of Ben's gloves creaking as he strained his fists, and she could see a vein begin to bulge on the side of his neck.

Accept the invitation. This is a perfect opportunity to scout for Ereus Ren, or at least gain information on him.

I don't want you anywhere near that slime!

He argued over the bond.

We'll be together. Remember the mission!

"We would be honored to join you Lord Rotta," answered Ben, in a less-than enthusiastic manner.

As soon as the Hutt and his entourage moved on Rey and Ben made their way to sector four and found the accommodations Rando had arranged for them, which were right next to the arena.

Their room was comfortable and lavish and had a view out to the dunes.

Rey took a swig of water from their canteen and waited by the window while Ben ordered meals for them from the staff. He had already removed his helmet and she had removed her veil.

"The food will take a while, this is their busy season," he explained as he admired her while she stood in the glow of the fading suns by the window. "Seeing as we have some time," he added, giving her an obvious look of hunger.

Rey was not impervious to his charms, and she was well aware her outfit had been a distraction to him for most of the day. She walked over to him and reached up to taste his lips. Their kiss was tender at first, but quickly burned into a furious need. She could feel his hands sliding all over her body.

She pulled off his duster and began helping him out of his shirt. He did not seem to be in a hurry to get her out of her slave outfit just yet and she suddenly got a devilish idea.

"How can I serve you, Master?" she breathed into his ear, and instantly felt his excitement intensify through the bond, but also noticing the obvious strain in his paints.

"Allow me," she offered and opened his belt and reached inside to pull out his rock hard erection.

"Ugh, Rey, what are you doing to me?" he breathed as she kneeled before him and began gently stroking his cock.

She grinned; then slowly ran her tongue up the length of his shaft, and she could feel him shiver at her contact.

Let me taste you, Master.

She teased through their bond, and she could tell that addressing him as her Master was driving him wild with lust for her.

She ran her tongue over the head of his cock and tasted the salty droplet there, then slowly began taking more of him into her mouth.

It took every ounce of his strength not to explode then and there as he felt the exquisite suction of her mouth as she moved her head up and down on his cock.

Yes, Rey, say it again.

He begged her.

Master, you taste so good.

She answered through their bond, and sighed as she began working her tongue in slow circles around the head of his shaft.

Rey, yes, I can't believe the way you make me feel. I'm going to…

She could sense how close he was, and that perhaps he had some reservations about completing without her, but she was enjoying the power she had over him too much and instead of stopping, she pulled him further into her mouth and began squeezing and cupping his balls.

He shuddered and grunted in sweet release as he felt himself explode into her mouth. She merely accepted it with a quick swallow and a few additional strokes of her tongue alone his shaft.

He helped her to her feet and gently tasted her lips.

"Don't think that I'm done with you yet, my pet," he purred, as he scooped her up and carried her to their bed.

It would take him a little bit of time to recuperate, but he was willing to spend that time on her.

He pulled off his boots and trousers and climbed on top of Rey, who lay there admiring him; his perfectly chiseled chest and arms, the tantalizing lines of his abdomen as they reached beyond his hips and pelvis.

He drowned her in another deep kiss, as his tongue delved deeper into her mouth. She could feel him helping her out of her top, and she sighed in bliss as his large hands began cupping her breasts and gently massaging them, his thumbs gently grazing over her taught nipples.

He moved his mouth lower, down her neck, nipping and sucking at her flesh along the way, lower and lower until he seized one of her nipples in his mouth and gently sucked her. The sensation instantly making her burn with heat and lust between her legs, and she could tell she was growing wetter by the moment. He moved his mouth to pay homage to her other nipple, while his hands roamed lower and began pulling down the bottom part of her slave outfit.

He pulled back and admired her with burning eyes.

"You're so beautiful. I love you," he confessed.

She was still wearing the collar, and decided to incite his lust even more.

"I want you, Master," she said as she gently ran her fingers down his side, lightly dancing them over every scar.

She watched a devious grin spread over his face. "Perhaps if you're a good girl, I'll give it to you."

She moaned as he opened her legs then lowered himself to run his lips along her hips and thighs.

Is this what you want, my pet?

He asked through their bond as he slowly ran his tongue up her wet fold and gently lapped at her clit. She cried out and nearly writhed beneath him, but he held her hips firmly in place.

Yes, yes, I want it.

She begged and arched her back as she felt him slide his tongue inside of her.

Feeling her ache for him through their bond, and tasting her arousal on his tongue, quickly began to recharge his own lust. He found himself growing hard and ready again as he continued to thrust his tongue slowly inside of her, then gently out again to work circles around her sensitive node. She was panting for breath and had her fingers wound in his hair.

Tell me what you want, my pet.

He teased as he gently slid his fingers inside and curved them upwards to stroke the sensitive area just beyond her threshold, making her cry out.

Master, I want you. I want you inside of me, now, please.

She pleaded, and he could feel how close she was.

He moved back up her body and positioned himself at her entrance, stopping just long enough to seize her lips in another deep kiss.

He sighed and breathed; "You belong to me."

She cried out as he thrust himself inside of her and she raked her nails down his back as her head swam from the dizzying pleasure that she felt, both from her own body, but also his through their bond.

He moved inside of her with wild abandon. Nothing else mattered in that moment, only her, feeling her breathing in his arms, the taste of her skin as he grazed his lips along her throat and up to her gasping mouth, the way her small hands glided along his back, stinging against the fresh scratches that she had marked him with, and oh how he loved the way she claimed him for her own. He groaned in bliss as he felt her hands move lower to cup and squeeze his ass as he furiously pounded her. She was close.

She broke their kiss and threw back her head and cried out as her orgasm shook through her whole body, he followed her over the edge as he felt her sink her nails into him again and the combination of the pain with the pleasure was too much for him to hold back anymore.

They were completely spent. He collapsed beside her and pulled her over so that she would lay on top of him. He needed to feel her close. She contentedly wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his cheat, the beat of his heart soothing her into a trance.

"I love you, Rey."

"I love you, Ben," she replied.

"I'm sorry you didn't get to drive the speeder today. Maybe after dinner we can take a ride across the dunes? I'll let you drive."

She looked up at him with one of her brilliant smiles. "Wouldn't it look odd for a pet to be driving her master around?"

"We'll go out where no one will see us," he promised.

Their meals eventually arrived and they found that they were both quite hungry after working up such an appetite. The day was coming to a close but they still had a few minutes left before the twin suns would set and the desert planet would grow cold.

Ben drove them out on the speeder, past the bustle of Mos Espa and out near the Northern Dune Sea. He stopped the speeder and loaned Rey his helmet, as she had lost her goggles, then he climbed on behind her.

"It's not too bad back here," he said with a grin as he wrapped his arms around her, and she was quite certain she felt something press against her that was not a part of the bike.

"Good, cause you're going to need to hold on tight!" she said as she revved up the speeder and began cruising them over the dunes at a ridiculous speed.

"You do know these things explode on contact right?" he asked.

"Relax, the force is with me."

The speeder pivoted and swerved along the dunes. Occasionally she would spin them in large circles, sometimes going over particularly high dunes, only to come down the other side at breakneck speeds. Despite his teasing, Ben felt perfectly safe with Rey. He knew she was every bit the pilot he was, and every bit as strong in the force. Together there was nothing they couldn't do. He felt a wave of blissful peace and happiness mix together with his adrenaline fueled exhilaration, that brought him to a state of euphoria. He had never felt more alive, more complete, than he did in that moment with her. He could feel through their bond that she felt the same way.

Eventually she slowed their speeder to a stop, and hopped off so that he could take them back to Mos Espa, but she was surprised when instead of scooting up on the speeder he stepped off and stood there with her. He wrapped his arms around her and just held her there, as the gentle warm breeze moved over the sands.

He turned her to face the two setting suns which cast a beautiful sunset over the sands.

"Tatooine. This is where it all began, where the Skywalker line started. Beneath this same sky," he said.

"Rey?" he asked, and watched as she looked up at him. There was so much peace and beauty in her face, in her brilliant eyes that seemed to glow in the light of the fading suns.

"Rey, will you marry me?" he asked.

A note from your humble author: SQUEEEE! ^_^ Aw! But their rough road ain't over yet. Will they find Ereus Ren? Will he have the information they need? What's the deal with the wonder twins? What adventures await at Rotta the Hutt's pavilion? And most importantly, will Rey say 'Yes'? Tune in next chapter to find out!

I left the details about her slave outfit somewhat vague so you guys can imagine it how you like. Nipple pasties? Harem outfit? Slightly modified version of Leia's famous metal bikini? That's all up to your imagination, but safe to say by Ben's reaction, it was probably pretty hot.

Thank you to everyone who has stuck with me through this story so far. I hope that I am at least somewhat entertaining you, and if I am, please, please, PLEASE let me know what you think of the story. Every review means the world to me, so please keep them coming!