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Rey stands. She lets Poe strip her of her trousers, and he lays them on the floor. Poe moves to take his own trousers off, but their captor interjects roughly. “All of it. Don’t be coy with me, scavenger.”

So Rey unclasps her belt and lets the vest fall to the floor, shucks her shirt and stands, naked and cold, before him. Her little breasts are high, nipples taut in the cold. Beside her Poe looks away, a gesture of respect that Rey knows will be meaningless in just a few moments.

And Rey, she isn’t stupid; she grew up on a backwater planet where the trade of goods and scrap thrived symbiotically with a trade in flesh and pleasure. It was the nature of the request that confused her. She knew, generally, how various genders could make love. Although here, this wasn’t making love. This was display, punishment, a voyeuristic cruelty meant to shame them. Rey feels Poe touch her, gently, on her shoulder. It is an echo of the gesture from before, and she turns towards him, seeing his eyes, dark and warm and kind.

“You look at me, okay?” Poe says softly. “You don’t look at him. You keep your eyes on me.”

Rey nods. Poe’s taken his shirt off, too, and she winces in sympathy at the constellation of marks and bruises she sees there, blood drying on the dark, curly hair on his chest. It trails down, down the center of his flat belly, and widens to a thatch of dark hair around his cock. She tries not to gape at it; it seems large already, and it’s soft, yet.

“Hey.” He says again. “Look up, look at me.”

She does. Poe brings her gently up against his body, skin warm to the touch, even despite the chill. Rey lays her head on his shoulder, feeling as he draws his hand up to grasp himself, working slowly at first, then more rhythmically. She tries to steady her breath, and, after a moment, she raises a hand, brushing down his back gently. A reassurance, a grounding touch, she doesn’t know. All she does know is that his member must be hard in order to do what comes next. She wants this to be over, so she nuzzles against him gently, hears the answering intake of breath—both from Poe, and from the man who is watching.

But Rey doesn’t think about that one. Instead, she breathes Poe in, feels herself yield against him, willing her body to relax. He huffs his breath against her skin, body shaking as he works his fist. Rey thinks back to the moments alone in her makeshift house, back on Jakku. She may never have been with another person, human or no, but she knows the landscape of her own body. How to coax the moisture forth, how to rub and move and stroke to bring herself to completion. Rey shivers against him as he groans, and thinks of how many times in her life she’s begged and searched for moisture in a dry world.

As if he can hear her, Kylo Ren interrupts them with a harsh command: “Make her wet.”

Poe pulls back, looks into her eyes. It’s an unspoken question, a prayer, an apology; Rey nods. And Poe puts two fingers into his mouth, laves them, and withdraws, glistening with his own saliva. He lowers his hand to the juncture of her thighs, delves in gently, feeling her flesh part for him.

“Oh—“ Rey can’t help the sound she makes, the first touch between them. His hands are rough and broad, and though he moves gently it’s still nothing at all like her own.

“I’m sorry…” he murmurs into her skin. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok.” Rey clutches him, turns in to him, and feels the brush of his erection against her thigh.

“Enough.” Kylo Ren growls. “Take her.”

Gently, Poe makes to lower her down onto the ground, her back cushioned only slightly by their shed clothes, but this, too, displeases their captor. “Take her like a bitch. Hands and knees. Do not look away from me.”

Rey obeys. And somehow this position makes the violation of it all that much worse, because now, she has to look at him, the man in the mask, and she can’t get the image of his eyes, his mocking mouth, his loathsome touch, out of her mind. She can’t look into Poe’s eyes, can’t find shelter there when it happens—and he’s pressing into her from behind, his cock impossibly large, an intrusion that feels like a brand. Rey bites her lips until they go white, refusing to make a sound. She doesn’t want Poe to see; she stares down, at Kylo Ren’s polished black boots.

And Poe. he’s as gentle as he can be, but it still hurts. Each slow thrust in sends a spike of pain up her back, the feeling like he’s splitting her apart; each dragging retreat feels like sandpaper.

Despite his touch she isn’t wet for him, not in the least.

Poe brushes a hand down her back. “I’m sorry, Rey.”

Kylo Ren scoffs at this. “You really are a disappointment, both of you. Can’t even put on a proper performance if your life depended on it.”

“I don’t know how you usually do this,” Poe calls out, “but making your partner cry isn’t exactly my—“

Kylo raises his hand again, crushing Poe’s voice with a strangled gasp. Rey can feel it, that strange power, thick in the air. She feels Poe grasp at her hips, driving in deep, and then she does cry out.

“Please, stop it!”

“Tell him that you want it.” Kylo spits out. “Tell him. Convince him.”

“I want it!” Rey sobs. “Please, I want it!”

“I don’t think he believes you…” Kylo clenches his hand in the air; behind her, Poe gurgles, his pace stuttering.

“I want it, please, I want this!” Rey forces herself to tune out the pain, dragging her eyes up from those shiny boots, looking up into the visor.

“What is it that you want?” The grip on Poe’s throat relaxes, just enough for the man behind her to catch a breath.

“I want it, I want his… I want his cock, please!”

“Say you want it.”

“Poe, please—“ Rey could feel his hands tight on her hips, fingertips of pressure as he thrust into her again and again and again. She’s begging for him to finish, begging for Kylo Ren to stop. And all at once Poe shudders, spilling deep within her with a cry.

Kylo Ren lets his hand fall back to his side. “Tell me that you want it.”

Rey can hear the question, hidden behind his words. She can feel it, the same way she can feel Poe’s withdrawal from her battered body.

“I want it, I want you.”

Even through her tears, Rey can see the man straighten, she can see the way he leans forward, looking down at her in interest. Rey stays on all fours, arms shaking, refusing to falter, but behind her, Poe slumps to the ground, catching his breath, wheezing. She licks her lips.

“I wanted you.” Rey says again. “Y-you would’ve been better.”

Kylo Ren rubs his hands together, the leather creaking faintly, as if he wants to touch her. Rey bites back a sob.

Without another word, their captor stands. The door opens for him, and then he’s gone.

Fuck, this is amazing. Poe is so lovely under the circumstances, and poor Rey :/ I really hope there's more of this. Great job anon.

Great fill! Thank you!
Can't wait for more *__*

This is everything I didn't know I wanted!

Absolutely awesome fill! I do so hope there's more of this coming!

Oh nooooo ;____; I can't decide whether I want there to be comforting or revenge next. Or both.

post it on AO3 please!

I really loved this.

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