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Poe wants to cry because he knows that voice, the voice that says 'start gentle,' and he knows she's trying to help but she's ripping him apart.

"I think you like these gloves," Ren says from behind him. Poe hears something opening, and his heartrate spikes. It’s lube, he knows it’s lube, but the thought of Ren being careful makes the whole spectre worse.

"I can be gentle,” Ren says, almost to himself. “Just one to start."

He breaches the muscle with a slick, unrelenting pressure.

Poe grunts, the air being pushed out of his lungs with the suddenness of it. He doesn’t know where the camera is any more. He feels dizzy with the shame that he didn’t kill himself faster, that this is what’s breaking him apart.

Ren is methodical, rotating his finger and curling it inside Poe. Ren knows exactly where his prostate is but pushed past it, the leather smooth and cooled with lube.

Poe tries to breathe.

“It’s not so bad, is it?” When Ren isn’t shouting, his voice is warm and timorous. Poe knows he’d be drawn to it, in a bar, if he heard it across the room.

But here Ren sounds like he’s soothing a spooked animal, as though Poe could kick him and escape at any moment. Like he wants Poe to know he has to do this for his own good.

Poe stares at the floor and tries to be anywhere else.

-

Finn is holding Jessika’s hand, their grip on each other so tight they must have fractured a few delicate bones.

Snap is being sick into a trash bin.

“You should leave,” Leia says, but she can’t put weight behind it. She’s weak, too weak to watch this alone.

Finn’s comm beeps and he says, “They backtrace is almost complete, sir.”

Leia lets herself close her eyes for a moment, the first time since the transmission started. “Thank you,” she says, to Finn. To Poe.

-

Poe is counting each breath he takes, tries to concentrate on the in, the out. Tries to ignore the slow, soft press of two fingers inside of him, the way his body sucked them in with ease.

“Oh, you are made for this, Commander.” Ren curls them, teasing. “You’re hungry for this, aren’t you?”

“Get fucked,” Poe says because his brain is on autopilot.

Ren slaps his ass once, hard, a warning. “I’m trying to make this nice for you, you rebel trash.”

The third finger is less gentle but there’s more lube -- Poe feels open and disgusting, slick down his thighs. Ren barely glances against his prostate, never touches his dick, but he teases it.

Ren fingerfucks him like that, an uncomfortable pressure in Poe’s ass. It doesn’t feel bad but Poe wishes it would.

“You have dark thoughts, Commander,” Ren says. His voice is darker now -- Poe can hear the lust in it. “Surely you don’t want that.”

But Ren rewards him with a press against that spot in him, and he squirms against his bonds, tries to focus on the way the metal bites into the muscles of his back.

“Had enough teasing?” Ren says, and he starts thrusting his fingers a little faster, pressing against his prostate on each stroke.

Poe’s dick stirs, getting hard, and Ren is barely in his mind at all, just skimming the surface of his thoughts. It makes him feel panicky, makes it hard to breathe.

Ren lets his pinky press against the rim of Poe’s hole.

“I bet,” he says, his own breathing heavy, “I could get a whole hand inside of you.”

Poe’s muscles seize up at that, clamping tight around Ren’s fingers, and he tries to buck in the restraints. He’s been docile but he can’t, he can’t stay still at that.

“You like that, huh?” Ren says, resting his other hand on his hip. He lingers, a long press against his prostate.

Then Ren slowly spreads his fingers, pulling them out so Poe’s hole is stretched wider as he does so. It’s a wide, wide stretch, but Ren’s been fingering him for so long that it doesn’t even hurt. It burns but not like Poe thinks it should.

“I can’t,” he says, pathetic. He whimpers when Ren brings his fingers back together, and then spreads them out again.

“Are you sure?” Ren spreads him wide and runs his pinky against the inside of his rim.

Poe can only whimper again, thinking of those gloves, of how wide his hands felt when they hit him.

Ren hums, and then Poe’s full, four fingers right in his ass, still. He slowly, slowly stretches Poe’s hole, spreading his fingers. There’s a wet sound, lube squishing in him uncomfortably. Poe can hear the desperate sound of his own breathing.

“As you wish,” Ren says, “but know you’ll pay for it later.”

“Or,” he says, fingers still pushing slowly inside him, “let’s let our audience decide. Shall your Commander take my hand now, or does he suffer an unknown fate later?”

Poe feels Ren’s fingers shift but doesn’t understand until he feels Ren’s other hand in his hair. He’s draped over his back and he yanks Poe’s head up so he’s staring right at the hovering camera.

“Tell them what you want, Commander.” Ren’s voice is so deep, it rumbles down his spine.

Poe’s mouth is so dry; he’s been breathing in pants. The lens is flat, black, emotionless, and it breaks something in his brain to try to imagine who is watching this.

Ren presses his fingers deeper and Poe chokes on his own moan. “P-please,” he manages.

“Not this.” The General’s voice is clipped, but it rings in Poe’s head and he bites his lip, the inside of his cheek, he doesn’t think he even has tears left to cry but he won’t anyway.

Ren presses a knuckle right against his prostate and it’s too much, too hard -- his dick jerks but it hurts.

“Hngh,” he manages, and Ren lets up.

“I think you would like it,” Ren says, and then he’s in Poe’s head. Poe’s defenses are shambles and Ren slides into his brain as easily as his fingers are slipping in and out of his ass, and both make him gag with nausea.

“I know you would,” he says, and the leather skids over his prostate again, a glance of pressure. In his mind, Ren finds the spark of arousal and blows gently on it, letting it flare up and sing down his nerves. It’s like someone walked over his grave -- Poe’s spine goes cold.

Ren straightens up and pulls his fingers out slowly, letting Poe clench on nothing. Poe can hear him, disrobing, slicking his cock up, moving, and the whole time Ren keeps prodding his mind, keeping that flicker of arousal alive.

Ren’s cock is average girth but it’s long, and Ren slams into him in one easy thrust. Poe hates the slippery sensation of Ren’s dick sliding in and out of him, fucking up into his guts, but Ren presses and presses and presses, in his mind and in his body.

“Don’t ,” he says, almost a sob. “You said.”

“You were already enjoying yourself,” Ren says. He’s still wearing those gloves, and he’s gripping Poe extra hard to keep his fingers from slipping off his skin. Each finger is a sharp bite and Poe can’t push any of it out of his head anymore -- the pain, the writhing snake of of pleasure. What’s more is the satisfaction he can

Ren leans over his back and kisses between his shoulder blades. His lips are soft, full, and then he bites into his shoulder.

Poe shouts and can’t move, can’t fucking move and he has to feel every single stroke.

“How long do you think they can stand watching you like this?” Ren asks him, his breath hot in Poe’s ear.

“Which rebel traitor do you think is enjoying it? Just like you’re enjoying it?” Ren punctuates it with several sharp thrusts, knocking the wind out of Poe.

“Are you enjoying yourselves?” Ren asks the camera. He bites at the shell of Poe’s ear, then sucks deeply on his neck. It’s too intimate -- even his fingers had been impersonal enough to disassociate at least a small amount. This is what a lover would do, how one would sound.

Ren grabs his hair and pulls his head back again, making his eyes water. His thrusts grow shallower but his voice louder, more ragged, as he shouts, “Answer me!”

His other hand moves from his side to over his throat, sticky and gloved and heavy. His fingers span his whole neck and it doesn’t take much pressure before Poe starts feeling light headed.

“Fuck you, no!”

Poe’s heaving with the effort of breathing but he knows that voice -- it’s Snap, oh god, oh god.

Ren lets his head fall forward and strokes his hair again. “You don’t seem happy to hear your friend, Commander.”

Poe thinks about biting his tongue and choking on his own blood.

That makes Ren growl, thrusting deep and pulling out less, and his hands move to curl around Poe’s hips, tight even though there’s no chance Poe might slide out of the way.

Poe can feel the minute he cums, because something in his own head lights up with pleasure, a filthy kind that makes his chest tighten but thankfully doesn’t make him go off in return. Poe shudders as best he can when Kylo Ren pulls out, jizz and lube sliding down his thighs.

-

“It has to be over, right?” Snap asks? He’s not facing the screen, but he won’t leave either.

Jessika murmurs encouragingly, but Finn shakes his head.

“That was too…” he says, trailing off. “Too clean.”

Leia checks her wrist comm, looks at Nerro, and Nerro shakes her head. She hopes Poe can take whatever’s left.

-

“Now, once more, with your mouth,” Ren says. “No teeth, because I’ll rip each one out of your head before you can even think of using them.”

Poe believes him, even as he wants to bite into the ,flaccid flesh presented to him, too long and too pink and too comical, sticking out of his bodysuit.

“Do you need some practice first?” Ren asks, threat heavy in his voice, and then Poe gets another mouthful of glove, Ren’s hand shoved down his throat. It hurts to have his mouth opened so wide and so fast -- Poe had his jaw clenched tight for the whole proceeding rape, and he feels the joint pop grossly.

The mix on the gloves is disgusting, but Poe is too busy choking around the fingers, gagging and gagging and finally he heaves. Kylo Ren rips his hand out of Poe’s mouth as he does and Poe coughs.

There’s nothing in his stomach but bile and it hurts coming up, his sinuses and throat burning.

“I’ll kill you if you do that again,” Ren says, staring as he keeps spitting on the floor. This threat is flat, no anger. Just a statement of fact.

Poe’s jaw opens on its own accord and he tries to relax his bruised throat, tries to accept that this is happening and there’s nothing he can do.

There’s a chemical taste on Ren’s dick, the lube, and that obscures anything else, but Poe knows this is part of the ultimate humiliation. He’s drooling immediately, and he’s glad that Ren doesn’t appear to expect any finesse, because there’s none left in him. He let’s Ren fuck into his mouth -- doesn’t have a choice -- and tries not to gag around his cockhead.

Ren pushes in deep into his throat, dick long enough to press past his gag relax with a horrible pop that Poe feels behind his eyes, deep in his gut. Ren presses his hand against Poe’s throat to feel it bulge when he strokes, and Poe realizes belatedly he’s asphyxiating slowly.

Ren squeezes his own dick through Poe’s throat and then pulls out, far enough that Poe can suck air through his nose.

Ren pulls out completely and says, “Keep your mouth and eyes open.” He slides those gloves over himself and Poe has to watch as his color rises in his cheeks. The flush would be enticing if Kylo Ren were a man and not something horribly twisted.

Poe braces himself, and it doesn’t take long -- he slides his thumb over the head of his dick a few times and starts to spurt, a few long ropes of come landing on Poe’s face, in his mouth, in his nose, in his eyelashes and his right eye.

It burns but it’s the smallest pain he’s felt the whole horrible ordeal, so he just blinks up at Ren.

Ren spits on him, landing on his forehead, and then laughs. He smears the mess around on Poe’s face -- drool, come, snot, lube -- and all Poe can smell is leather.

“I hope,” he says, turning to the camera, “you’ve all enjoyed the show.”

He peels the gloves off, finally, and drops them on the ground. Then he waves his hand, and all the restrains pop open at once.

Poe takes the hint and rolls himself off the table before Ren can change his mind, falling heavy on the ground. He curls up, grabbing his head in his arms and making himself a small dark place.

“I’ll leave the hose droid with you. You’re a mess.” Ren straightens himself out and slides the mask over his head.

“Tell me what you thought.” He says into the camera.

“I’m going to kill you.” The sentence is clear. The voice is the General’s.

Poe lets a tiny tendril of hope bloom in his chest, curls tighter so Ren can’t find it.

The camera follows Ren out.

-

Leia’s stare could burn holes in the screen

“Did we get it,” she finally asks, and Nerro starts typing fast on her console.

“Get what?” Snap asks, hoarse. He’s cried, more freely than the rest of them. Academy friends, Leia thinks. Something tragic in his past, something that’s made him loyal.

“Yes, sir,” Nerro says, voice still soft and unwavering. Finn looks troubled, but she knows Poe must have told him something before he left. Finn has a hint. Finn knows the techs.

“Get the officers in here,” she says, forcing the steel back into her voice. She straightens her shoulders. “Get everyone in here!”

“Yes sir!” Nerro says, and Jessika grabs Snap’s comm, starts summoning the other captains from the Starfighters.

“This was the mission,” she says to Finn as she stands up, shaking her head. “We had to...we had to send him something he couldn’t resist rubbing our noses in. The feed had to be sustained, to break through the encryptions, find what it was bouncing off of, ferret it out.”

“He didn’t say,” Finn says, quiet. “He didn’t say it would be this.”

Leia is certain that this has destroyed Finn’s trust. He’ll be loyal -- he has to be now. But he won’t feel safe.

“You b--” Snap starts but Jessika elbows him in time. Leia doesn’t begrudge him.

“Your Commander,” Leia says, “agreed. He knew the risks. He also knew Ren wouldn’t be able to resist capturing him again.”

“He’s been gone for weeks --” Snap says.

“He was picked up two systems away from where he is now.”

Snap looks like he’s going to say something else, so she continues. “Commander Dameron is willing to do what it takes to serve the Resistance. We know their base location now. They’re weak. They won’t expect it. Probably no one even knows what Ren has done.”

“General,” Snap says, breathing heavily, “Pava and I request--”

“Bring him home, Captain. Bring him home.”

Leia doesn’t look back. She hopes Poe can do the same.

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uhhh happy birthday, anon? sorry i couldn't quite get the full fisting in there. i hope you like the same trash i do (your prompt implies yes).

not op. but ty for the glove kink.

i am really into the gloves, so you're very welcome!

also not op but wow, that managed to hit kinks i didn't even know i had!

thank you - feel free to tell me more so i feel less alone ;)

Golly!

ow ow ow ow this hurts D:

really well-done, author!anon. but damn.

that endingggg omg I feel like I'm watching one of those shows like how to get away with murder my jaw dropped 10/10

this is such high praise! thank you so much!

Wow, this was intense and dark and perfect, loved it!

OP here!!!!! There are no words for how much I love you for writing this, it was an absolutely incredible birthday present!!! I loved every word of this, it was horrifying and depraved and exactly what I hoped for. I was breathing so heavy all throughout class- especially when the rest of the pilots showed up- and I literally had to stop myself from screaming when it turned out that Leia and Poe had planned it. I will save this and treasure it for days to come. Thank you so much!!!

i'm impressed you read this in class! i'm so glad you liked it -- your prompt pretty much gave me the idea fully-formed and i had to get it done as fast as i could. happy birthday!

ps - i just put it up on ao3 for easy access: http://archiveofourown.org/works/5989158

Damn this was great, poor Poe though!

This is so so perfect for me and the rest who crave tortured(violated)!Poe goodness :D

I love this so much!!! It hit on so many of my kinks. Thanks for writing!!!

best fill ever. i love you, writer.

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