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FILL - Re: Kylux, sex slave, non-con

[(Anonymous)]

“Arminta Hux, your failures merit your death.” Snoke said from his throne as she stood in front of him. “And that would have been a swift end for you, but a more interesting proposition has been offered, one that will extend your agony. Henceforth you will be stripped of your name and rank, relegated to the position of a slave for the sexual relief of Kylo Ren.”

Hux was appalled and struggled as they began taking her clothes off. She was hefted off her feet and dragged up to be face to face with Snoke, in a half-undressed state. “If I hear that you are in anyway noncompliant with his wishes or you do him any harm then you will be killed in the slowest and most painful way that can be devised. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Leader Snoke.” She was flung back to the men who finished undressing her. She screamed as they branded her hip with the mark indicating she was a slave.

They put her in an absolutely sheer dress, a collar was placed around her neck and she was led to Kylo’s quarters. Her hands were secured behind her back and she was forced to stand in Kylo’s bedroom. One of the men present gave her an astonishingly long list of things she was and was not allowed to do. She prided herself on not crying from the painful realization that she was officially a nobody and nothing and that Kylo Ren was going to own her.


Third shift chimes had just barely rung when Kylo showed. He stood and studied her, his face hidden by the helmet and she wondered if it stayed on for the duration. He commanded all the others out and turned to Hux, “I am going to release your bindings, take your time moving your arms.”

She tried to hide the whimper from the pins and needles but could not hide it completely. She looked up as he returned with a black silk scarf. “I am going to blindfold you.”

Hux allowed him to do this, after all she was now his property. He ordered her to take her remaining clothes off once she could feel her arms again and lay down on the bed behind her.

His unmodulated voice was deep and smooth and she assumed his proper diction also came from the vocoder use. He settled onto the bed over her, his lips soft on the side of her neck. “They wanted to paint you like a whore, they were so confused when I ordered them not to.”

She gave a little whimper as he took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked pretty hard, pinching the other with his hand. He swapped over, and she involuntarily writhed. He chuckled then ran a hand down her side making her yelp with pain.

“For now, could you not touch the brand?”

He placed a gentle kiss on top of her hip and breathed a soft exhalation that sounded like, “Sorry, brave heart.”

He was careful of the brand when he positioned her hips the way he liked and slid inside her. She grimaced from not just the pain but his size. “Am I deflowering a virgin?” He asked halfway in.

Hux could only grunt an affirmative, her hands gripping his arms, not caring if that was allowed or not. He finally made it all the way in and she felt tears soak her blindfold. He stayed that way for a moment and she wondered what he was waiting for, then she realized he was waiting for her body to adjust to him. When he felt the flutter that indicated this he began moving in and out, slowly thrusting at first, but gaining speed and strength. She felt the odd sensation of her clit being rubbed and assumed he was using the Force as his arms were busy holding him up.

Despite everything Hux found herself coming, crying out and arching towards him. She panted as she came down as he thrust once more into her, coming with a feral sounding growl. They were laying still, with him still inside her when she said, “I want to take the blindfold off.”

He cupped her breast, giving it a squeeze. “Are you sure?”

She nodded and she reached up and he stopped her, “Give me a moment to turn the lights down a bit. I’m terrible to behold and the light might shock your retinas. Try it now, brave heart.”

Hux reached up and removed the blindfold to find one of his hands in an odd position that she realized was blocking her from the light source.

She studied his face and scoffed. He looked at her, quizzically and she explained, “You’re not hideous.”

He rebraced his weight on both his arms to peer at her, “Really? How would you describe this conglomeration of features then?”

“Princely.” Then she remembered how she was supposed to behave and jumped slightly when he rubbed noses with her, the way they did on Arkanis.

“I know the rules you are supposed to obey, if you follow most of them I will allow you to be on occasion, your old fiery self.”

“Hmpf.” She replied as he slid free, rolling over and pulling her into his side. As she predicted he was very quickly snoozing and she did her best to find a comfortable spot on a man made of muscle.


She woke up when she heard the droid delivering breakfast, a privilege reserved for the very few. He brought the trays nudging the protesting droid out of his room with his foot. The droid rolled to sulk in the corner of the outer room.

He set her tray in front of her then pulled a silver cylinder out of a drawer and offered it to her. “Seasoning shake?”

She looked at him like he had suddenly turned into a Wookie, “How did you get that on my – the ship?”

He gave her a small shake on the corner of her protein patty, then said, “My father was a smuggler, quite a good one.”

She chewed thoughtfully on her bread portion, “I seem to recall General Pryde being upset that you found the cargo that troopers and scanners missed.”

“He should be upset, it wasn’t hidden that well.”

Hux did not ask for a further sprinkle of seasoning shake, but she did not protest either.



Hux did what exercise she could in the limited space. He left reading pads around the rooms, definitely not connected to the ships systems, she recognized the title of no less than fifty banned books on them. He teased her for recognizing some of them. Some were permitted texts but she was reasonably sure Princess Leia’s memoirs of the Rebellion against the Empire had to be banned. It was an impressive book but had to be banned.



He would return to his quarters after his training sessions and would take her before he showered, sometimes dragging her in with him.


Since he liked long hair, she was not allowed to keep her hair at a length she liked. She grudgingly let him braid her hair.


They rarely had sex at night, mostly in the morning or after his training sessions. At night she found herself cuddled and fondled, but nothing more than that.



Hux was just waiting for the order from Snoke to have her killed or even worse. Although what could be worse than a sex slave she was not sure. She was appalled when she found out.

“What?” she spat, and despite the bad news he smiled at her vicious response.

“He wanted you to die in an accident, but prolonging your punishment…” he broke off when he sensed something from her, “Don’t go that way.”

Hux slumped in front of him, “I’d rather you kill me, I…”

“You will get a chance in the future. Just hold on, for me. Please?”

She nodded.







They took a confiscated shuttle and landed outside the market and waited. He held her, caressing her and planting kisses on the back of her neck as they waited. For what she was not sure. Several people knocked on the hatch and he sent most of them away. But not a purveyor of baked goods.

“Cookies?”

“They’re good cookies.” He held out the package and she gamely took a couple.

Finally came the knock he had been waiting for. He pulled up a face mask only leaving his eyes free and opened the hatch t see a Wookie standing there. The Wookie growled something and he growled back a response. The Wookie handed him a bag, then took Hux’s lead. Kylo put his hand on her shoulder, “Make no decisions until you’ve had a chance to talk to a woman who has walked in your shoes.” He put the packet of cookies in her loosely bound hands and let the Wookie lead her away. She paused at the bottom of the ramp and met Kylo’s eyes for a moment before following the Wookie through the market to a small freighter.

They entered the freighter and the Wookie grabbed a tool from a man standing just inside the entrance who called to the front, “Get us moving!” then sighed at a comment from the Wookie, “But fly casual.”

Hux stood very still as the Wookie removed the collar, then growled at the man. “I’m Taggert, this is Chewbacca and is our contact insane?” Taggert said looking inside the collar.

Hux looked and gasped, then scowled, “Yes, he’s insane.” She saw the data chips peeking out from the soft lining of the collar. “The code key is probably inscribed on the chain, just like in that chintzy spy novel he suggested I read.”

The Wookie Chewbacca made a noise that sounded like eye rolling as he studied the chain, then showing a particular link to Taggert who did roll his eyes. He looked at Hux, “He didn’t tell you about this?”

“No, he didn’t.” Hux said then sat where Taggert showed her. “Out of curiosity, how much was he paid?”

“I’m not sure just that part of it was a canister of a seasoning shake.” Taggert said, catching sight of Hux’s rolled eyes.


The debriefing was not totally awful and as it went on Hux decided to be more forthcoming than a lifetime of training and indoctrination would have previously allowed. She actually outlasted most of her interrogators, they had to work in shifts to keep up with her. Before she knew it, she was exhausted and not surprised to find out she had talked for almost thirty-four hours straight.

She was given a bunk and restricted access to the base. She was questioned off and on for several days afterwards. She learned from General Organa herself that her son was a spy.


She also learned that her level of liberty was granted by General Leia herself. The only thing that surprised her was how Leia treated her like an equal.

Leia smiled, “Just because Snoke stripped your rank doesn’t mean that you aren’t still the person who made her way up those ranks.”

The irony hit Hux a lot as she helped some very low ranked technicians, most of whom were a bit standoffish. Except Rose Tico, she was sweet and kind and would spend time with her. Hux finally figured out that Rose was a friend.


Leia confided in Hux that Kylo was defecting soon and expected to reunite with the Resistance soon.


Hux was having lunch with Rose and her sister Paige when Kylo strode into the cafeteria, a slightly bashed up box in his hands. He spotted Hux and made a beeline to her. He plopped the box next to her plate and she looked up at him, “And this is…”

“Something I know you like.” He gestured over his shoulder, “I’ve got a long debrief, have to get that started, but this came first.”

“You’ve always had a skewed sense of priorities, Ren.”

He only chuckled then walked off with a nod the Tico sisters, “Ladies.”

Hux looked at the box recognized the logo and opened the box and sighed.

“You okay Arminta?” Rose asked.

“I had these once a long time ago, and over the years the memory of them were a good memory I comforted myself with.” She pulled a pastry from the box and took a cautious bite, “And the memory is true.” She offered the contents to the sisters, “Very rich. Probably fattening.”

Paige softly laughed, “The best things usually are.”


Apparently the debriefers had learned from Hux and they paced themselves. Several days passed before she saw him again. They keep seeing each other and it took Rose pointing out that he may feel for her, just giving her space to approach him.

“He knows you are fierce and he’s giving you space. Giving you freedom to make your own choices.”


Hux found Kylo, Ben’s room and knocked on his door late one night. He opened it for her and then closed it behind her. He looked up from what he was reading. Hux was nervous but he smiled at her and she scoffed then walked over to where he was stretched out on the bunk.

He shifted over as much as he could and she stretched out beside him, resting against him in her usual position, him curled around her from behind, him nuzzling her neck, gently pushing the braid in her hair out of the way. They were both asleep very quickly, finding contentment and familiarity in each other.