The air sizzled from the electric jolt as Rey flinched and recoiled her hand. The exposed vaporizer circuit board was still charged despite its shorted fuse. She cursed under her breath as she wrapped her hand in a piece of loose cloth from her robes.
“I can see why you wanted to get away from this place so much,” Rey said absently toward the horizon. She doubted her former master was somehow listening in on her drivel, but it was comforting to pretend like she wasn’t completely alone on this wasteland of a planet.
Rey eyed the tall thin carass of the vaporizer up and down, bit her lip, and focused her gaze on the small misplaced component on the vaporizer’s control panel. Closing her eyes, she felt the Force fill her mind and surround every intricate piece of the machinery in front of her.
sssszzzzshhhhhhh
With a buzzing whirl the vaporizer came to life again, the malfunction fixed for now.
Rey wiped a bead of sweat from her brow and sighed.
That’s probably an hour’s harvest worth. she mused, watching as the sweat evaporated off her hand in the intense heat of the twin suns.
Three months had passed since Rey came to Tatooine. She was no stranger to desert planets, but living on the outskirts here was much lonelier than the lively smuggler ports and junk trader dens of Jakku. It was much lonelier here.
The suns would be setting soon and Rey didn’t want to be caught out after dark. Despite her training, Tatooine at night was cold and dangerous. A Tusken Raider ambush could still catch her off guard, and if Master Luke’s stories were true, capture would be a fate worse than death. She would be a play thing for them. Meat to be used, and then probably eaten.
Rey returned to the humble abode of her newly adopted family name. It had been a long, hot day and she needed greatly to relax. She lifted an arm, her nosing scrunching as she smelled herself.
“I could really use a bath.”
The bathing chamber was the only reprieve to the harsh conditions of her daily life. Using recycled moisture farmed from the vaporizers, the chamber was a much appreciated luxury - the only one she had here.
Rey untied her robes and let them drop unceremoniously to the floor. The small hairs on her legs stood stiff in anticipation as she filled the bath with steamy water. She dipped the tips of her toes in cautiously, and then let the bath take her as she slid down the side. The warm sensation of the water rose against her skin, up her legs and over her breasts as she submerged herself fully.
“Mmm” she murmured in bliss.
Rey reached for the soap on the edge of the bath, touching it gently before accidentally sending it sliding down the tub walls into the water next to her bare feet. She reached down and grabbed it, before slowly sliding it up her firm body. She could feel the slickness of the soap even under the water, rubbing it over herself before letting her bare hands finish the job.
“So peaceful...” Rey whispered to herself quietly. Her thoughts began to wander. She knew where they were going. To the place where her thoughts always went when she was alone and at ease. To Ben.
“Be with me.” The words were gentle and soft on her lips.
“Be with me.”
Her hands began to wander, tracing a slow but sure path down her chest and past her hips.
Rey’s lips parted, her mouth barely open as she let out a small but quick breath. She extended her fingers, caressing herself as she filled her mind with Ben’s face.
Images of Ben’s firm hand on the back of her neck flooded Rey’s imagination. She lifted her chin towards the ceiling, her neck exposed.
The bath abruptly began its draining cycle. For a moment, Rey was pulled back to the reality of the small tub. She watched as the warm soapy water sank lower and lower, revealing more and more of her now supple naked skin. She shivered, small goosebumps quietly appearing down her arms and breasts. Rey looked down at herself, now fully exposed in the basin of the bathing chamber. Her legs remained parted - her fingers rested gently where they were, waiting for the command to begin again.
The feeling of vulnerability was intoxicating to Rey as she beckoned herself to continue. Her fingers came to life again, her hips rising against them to increase the pressure.
“Be with me” she managed to say between hurried breaths - a little louder this time.
“..Please.”
Her head shifted back again, her mouth opening fully. Rey imagined Ben’s hands again… although this time around her neck. She pinned her head back against the wall of the tub, pretending she was being held there by a dominant Ben. Her body sank down the wall of the tub until she was almost entirely on her back. Her knees were in the air - her feet dangling as her toes curled.
“MmhhmmHHHH” Rey moaned between now heavier pants. She imagined the force of Ben’s hands pressing tighter against her throat. Her legs extended and she felt the air gently flow between them as the rhythm of her her hand swiftened.
Rey felt herself drawing closer to edge of release, and began to lift her head.
But.. it wouldn’t… move?
“Wha-.” Rey began to exclaim when suddenly her air was cut off. The imaginary hand on her throat suddenly very, very real. Her legs flailed helplessly, kicking and contracting as she struggled against the invisible force pinning her naked body against the bottom of the tub.
Why can’t I stop? Rey thought to herself briefly, her body still aching for climax as she thrust her hips harder against her frantic hand. Had she not been so enraptured in lust, she might have heard her lightsaber scraping lightly against the floor as it tipped to its side and was lifted into the air.
“MMMM” Rey murmured loudly with what air she could muster. She was so close. What felt almost like hands began pushing apart her knees. The force was soft yet infinitely firm against her. Without warning it parted her legs completely - holding them open by her knees and exposing her completely.
Rey’s lightsaber flew through the air, over the side of the tub, and stopped inches above the bottom. The rear of its hilt pointed directly towards her. She could see herself, swollen and wet, reflected off the smooth knob.
Oh fuck.
The metal hilt of the saber shot forward between Rey’s restrained legs, penetrating her easily.
“FFFFuuhhh” Rey gasped as she felt the saber slide deeper. It began thrusting - slowly at first and then increasing in pace. There was no time for Rey to process what was going on. Her entire mind became erased by the thirst for release. She curled the fingers of her other hand around the saber’s hilt, gripping the now slippery shaft as she felt its rhythmic pumping.
I’m gonna - I’m g-.
Rey orgasmed. Her body tried to contract but was still being pinned firmly in place. She let out a moan, but only managed the smallest of sound while her tongue tensed and hung out of her mouth. Wave after wave of please hit her. She let go completely, rolling back her eyes as her fingers froze in ecstasy - the lightsaber gave a final thrust and slid out of her, falling to the floor of the tub with a small thud.
What felt like ages passed. A lifetime of primal bliss. Afterwards, Rey regained herself. She could breath easily, no longer held by whatever was restraining her. Her eyes darted around, seeing nobody. Rey closed them again and drifted her consciousness into the Force but detected nothing.
Unless..
“...Ben?” She asked at a near whisper into the air.
But the air didn’t answer.
