Chapter Text
“What are the rules?”
Phasma’s voice cut through the classroom like a knife. All the girls that were standing during the impromptu meeting had their heads slightly bowed. The walls were littered with posters containing First Order propaganda: Support the Troops. There is no I in Team. We work better together than alone.
No one in the classroom answered.
“Would you all like to join Miss Niima at my feet?”
Rey didn’t look up from her kneeling position.
“We don’t run,” a girl named Kaydel finally answered.
“Yes, Kaydel. It’s an honor to be chosen,” Phasma said. “You’ll be taken care of. Pampered and adored by all citizens.”
No one talked or disagreed. Rey’s shoulders ached from the wooden pole that ran across her back and neck, her wrists shackled at each end. She had a bit—a metal mouthpiece usually made to control horses—in her mouth that cut into the side of her cheeks. She was permitted to wear a white shift for modesty after it had been determined by the doctor she was still intact.
“Miss Niima has tried to run three times. This cannot be tolerated. But her betrothed is merciful and has asked that she be taught her place by a year of servitude. Thus, she will be sent to The Ranch and made to be silent and obedient.”
Rey growled low in her throat. She had expected her feet to be whipped, but this ? Only the worst, most disobedient girls got sent to The Ranch, and they were never the same after.
There were a few frightened whispers from the other girls, and Rey’s best friend Rose was crying. Rey knew that there was no use in protesting, so she didn’t do or say anything. But, in her head, she was already making a plan.
The Ranch wouldn’t be able to guard her twenty-four seven, and she would find a way to escape.
She always did.
***
Rey’s hood came off and she blinked, trying to adjust to the sunlight after hours of darkness. The first thing she saw was the clear blue sky, then, in front of her, The Ranch.
A wooden barnhouse with chipped red paint stood less than a hundred feet in front of her, large and foreboding. In every direction, the yellow grass and sloping hills of the prairie stretched on for as far as Rey could see. There were no fences; they weren’t needed. There was nothing but open fields for hundreds of miles.
Rey’s hands were shackled behind her back, but the chain was loose enough that she wasn’t in any serious pain. Two guards with faceless white masks stood on either side of her, making sure she wouldn’t try to run.
After a couple minutes, she noticed a man walking toward them. He was tall—even from a distance, she could see he was at least a foot bigger than her. He had horns protruding out of his shoulder-length black hair with braids woven in, his chest was bare, and he wore pants that kept him modest.
When he was close enough to talk, he stopped. His dark eyes looked her over, appraising her without trying to hide it. “Is this the girl I’ve heard so much about?”
One of the guards responded, “Rey Niima, female, age eighteen. Three attempted escapes. Betrothed to Unkar Plutt, a respected citizen.”
“She doesn’t seem capable of much,” he drawled, sounding rather bored. “Plutt made it sound like she’d be a spitfire. I’ll have her docile in a week.”
Rey bared her teeth, shook off her guards, and stepped forward. “You don’t scare me.”
“I’m sorry,” one of the guards apologized. “We can muzzle her.”
“No need,” the tall man said, looking down at her. “You’ll break, little one. They all do.”
“You’re a monster,” she spat, aiming for his face, and hitting his chest instead.
A guard hit her in the back with a taser, making her fall to her knees. She groaned, feeling her muscles contract, the pain tingling up her spine.
The tall man crouched down to her level, studying her. His bored expression was gone, now replaced by curiosity. Rey held her chin up defiantly.
“Yes I am,” he replied, his tone as hard as steel. Up close, she could see the perfect black of his horns, every ridge and divot and bump. They awed and terrified her. He continued, “My name is Kylo. You don’t speak without permission.”
“Okay, Kylo,” she said, meeting his gaze head-on.
He smiled, but there was no humor in it. “Allow me to set the tone.” Kylo looked up at the guards. “Hold her still.”
It took both guards to hold her, and then he was taking something from his pocket that looked like a needle. In his other hand, he had a rag which he promptly shoved into her mouth, muffling her.
“You probably think you're my first brat,” he said. He casually pulled out a lighter and heated the tip of the needle. “I’ve been here for years, and one thing I’ve learned is that pain is a wonderful teacher for defiant little girls like you.”
The needle heated quickly and he looked at her face. Specifically, her nose. He reached out to pinch the bridge of it as one guard held her head still. The needle came closer, and she struggled in vain to get away.
“It’ll only hurt for a second,” he said, his voice calm. “Shh…deep breaths. It’ll make it easier.” He was talking to her, meeting her terrified gaze. “Look at me, little one. Take a breath.”
She took one deep breath and then another. He mimicked her. It was strange. She stopped struggling, hoping that he had decided to show her mercy. His eyes softened.
“That’s a girl,” he cooed, making her relax more. “Won’t be so bad now.”
His hand moved fast, and before she could try and pull back, the needle pierced through the septum of her nose. There was a white-hot pain, and then he pushed something through her nose that she realized was a gold ring.
Tears stung her eyes and she glared at him, angry and feeling like he betrayed her. He pulled the rag from her mouth and patted her cheek. “Won’t hurt now unless you resist.” She saw him pull out a leash, and attach it to the ring. It was all over in seconds. “You can release her now. She’ll mind.”
The guards let her go. She tried to look back at them, but Kylo gave a little clicking noise in his throat. “C’mon, follow me.”
She protested, and he gave her leash a small tug. The pain made her cry out immediately. It was nearly unbearable, and it had only been a little tug. He waited, letting the lesson sink in. When he gave another command to follow, she did.
The rest of the walk was quiet. Rey’s long white dress was already getting dirty as they crossed the farmland, but she didn’t mind. She hated the dress. The ground was soft under her shoes and she could smell the scent of rain mixed with fresh hay. It tickled her nose. When she breathed deeper, she caught fainter scents, like the smell of Kylo’s cologne and apple slices that he had in his pocket.
It made her stomach rumble. She wondered what would’ve happened if she had behaved; would he have given her the apple slices instead of the nose ring? She felt a pang of regret.
When they reached the doors of the barn, he opened them. They slid heavily on the iron brackets. It wouldn’t be easy for her to open them by herself. She was studying the mechanics of them when she felt another tug on her ring.
“Ouch,” she hissed.
“It wouldn’t have hurt if you’d been paying attention to me and not plotting how you're going to escape.”
He didn’t wait for her to respond as he led her the rest of the way inside. Rey couldn’t help but study everything. The inside was warmer, and the scent of old wood, leather, and hay permeated the stale air.
As she looked around, she noticed there were a couple of small windows on the walls that she could easily fit through. Various trade tools hung unsecured on their hooks. A ladder leaned against the wall, giving her access to the loft. She tried not to get excited, but if this was where she was going to stay, there were a million ways for her to escape.
“Rules,” Kylo said, stopping in the middle.
The sound of his voice echoed in the quiet space. She was surprised they were the only ones in the barn. Where were the chaperones, the other girls, or even the guards? Kylo still held her leash, and he started drawing the slack, making her walk closer to him.
“Your days of peace are over. You’ll get up early. Do chores. Be milked, and then I’ll fuck you. If you–”
“You can’t fuck me…” she sputtered, feeling sick. “Or milk me…I don’t understand. I’m betrothed…” She couldn’t say his name. Unkar Plutt.The revolting pig. “I must remain intact.”
Kylo took a deep, calming breath through his nose. “I’ll forgive the outburst as today is your first and I allow a short period of adjustment.” He wrapped the leash around his knuckles and pulled until she was mere inches from his body. Then, he held the leash up so she was forced to look at him. “You’ll remain intact, little one. But I’ll fuck you all the same.”
Instead of crying or begging, she swallowed down her fears. “When?” she asked, pretending it no longer bothered her.
He must have expected her to break down in front of him, for he didn’t answer right away. The grip on her leash loosened and she could relax her pose. “Three days…unless you try to run. Then I’ll catch you, fuck you hard, and bring you back to the barn.”
She shivered. Three days gave her time to plan, but it meant failure wasn’t an option. Tonight wouldn’t be smart to run; she was tired, disorientated, and had no idea which way to go. What she needed was information.
“If I have a question, how can I ask?” She tried to keep her tone submissive. The corners of his lips twitched up.
“You’re smarter than most, little one. I’m going to enjoy breaking you,” he said. “As to your question. You’re my guest. I’ll anticipate your needs and there will be no question I won’t already know. If it’s important, I’ll tell you the answer.”
She rolled her eyes. Arrogant prick.
A second later she was on her tiptoes, screaming as he held the leash taut in his hand. She scrabbled at his chest in a desperate attempt to alleviate the pain. For a second, he let her writhe in pain, and then the leash went limp and she crumpled on the ground. Tears leaked down her face, and she furiously blinked them away as she scowled at him.
“You’ll hate me,” he said, staring down at her. “I’ll make the arms of your husband be the safe haven it is. You’ll beg for me to let you marry him.”
“I’ll die first,” she choked the words out. “He’s fat and old and smells like an ashtray. What could you possibly do to me that would be worse than that?”
She was crying, her chest heaving. When he crouched down beside her, she flinched, expecting him to tug her up again or do something equally cruel. Instead, he reached into his pocket and withdrew the apple slices.
He took them out of the baggie and rolled them into his palm. “Here,” he said, and she understood he wanted her to eat from his hand. When she balked, he shrugged. “Or you can watch me eat them. Up to you.”
They looked good and apples were her favorite. She wondered if he knew that. He might not feed her again and she needed her strength. Her ears flickered, but other than that she didn’t protest and leaned forward, taking a slice.
“I know Unkar,” he said while she was eating. “Ugly as a toad, but he’s rich. While there may be no joy in the bedroom, there will be your young. I imagine once you give him a few with horns he’ll leave you alone.”
“I don’t want his horns near me,” she took another slice, remembering how Plutt had decorated his with jewels to try and make up for the lack of height. Kylo’s were beautiful. They curled slightly. Her brow furrowed. “Are you a citizen?”
He gave her the last bite and casually brushed his fingers through her hair. When he stood up, she watched him warily. If he was a citizen, he was a low ranking one. But guards and servants had their horns burned off as children.
“I am the son of a traitor. But I am useful, so they let me keep them.”
He didn’t seem ashamed or proud, but indifferent.
“Oh.” She didn’t know what else to say. Her parents had been killed, fighting for the resistance. Orphaned and at her enemies mercy, her fate was decided by two things; she was beautiful and fertile.
“Tomorrow, we’ll start,” he said.
He reached down, unclipped the leash from her nose, and then dug in his pocket for a key. He gestured for her to turn around so he could unlock her cuffs. When her wrists were free, he held out a hand to help her stand. His other hand rested on her back. It felt intimate.
They walked toward the far end of the barn where there were a few different stalls. The girls' houses typically had beds. Uncomfortable beds, but still beds. Was this where she was going to sleep? He opened the stall door and showed her inside.
On the ground of the stall was fresh hay and a blanket. In the corner, there was a water bowl and what looked like a small chamber pot. Rey decided it would be fine. “Thank you,” she said, and she meant it. “Will you be nearby?”
He let her walk in and then shut the stall door behind her. “Wouldn’t be fair, would it, if I told you where to watch for me?” He smacked the door twice in farewell. “If you run tonight, just be warned, I haven’t had a rut in two months. I will probably keep you up all night after I catch you.”
She ignored him, and he chuckled.
The sun set an hour later, the barn darkening with it. She found the blanket wasn’t enough to keep her warm, so she burrowed in the hay, trying to keep from freezing. Still, she shivered miserably. She wasn’t used to an unheated room.
Sometime in the night, Rey heard her stall door open and a heavier blanket was thrown over her. It smelled like Kylo. She pulled it close, not caring that it was scratchy. Her ears twitched as he stood above her. Few people knew how good her hearing was, and she often used it when escaping.
She could hear the quiet inhale and exhale of Kylo’s breaths as he watched her. He could watch her all night if he wanted to, Rey decided. As long as he left her alone. Exhausted, she fell asleep.
***
Rey heard his footsteps before he opened the stall and stepped inside. When she rose, her head felt like it was full of cotton, and she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Kylo looked pleased to see her awake.
“Inspection day. The doctor is here. Do I need the leash?”
She shook her head.
“Good. You’ll get breakfast after, as I don’t want you throwing up.”
She opened her mouth and his eyes narrowed. She shut it.
He stepped aside, indicating she needed to walk forward. “Some girls don’t handle the inspection well. I hate vomit.”
Her hair had straw poking out and her dress was wrinkled. The barn was chilly and she wished she’d grabbed a blanket. The cold didn’t seem to bother Kylo, because he was shirtless like yesterday. He walked with his hand on her lower back, leading her to the doctor.
A man with red hair was waiting for them near the entrance of the barn. He had a black bag and was wearing a gray uniform with a red hexagon marking. His horns were curled and shiny as if he’d had them polished recently.
When the doctor saw Rey and Kylo, his eyes widened slightly and his lips twitched down. “She’s not restrained and gagged?” he asked with impatience.
“She’ll mind,” Kylo said.
“Broke her that quickly?” the doctor sneered. “I was rather hoping to have some time with her on my next visit.”
“Still unable to find a wife, Hux?” Kylo asked, and Rey heard a hint of mockery in his voice. “Or are you the first castrated citizen?”
“I wish they’d let me take your tongue out,” the doctor, who must be Hux, said. Then he scrutinized Rey. “She’s small. Probably won’t breed well.”
Rey tried to take a step back, but Kylo’s hand was firm behind her. “You’re strong, little one. Don’t make me truss you up,” he said in her ear.
She tried not to show fear as she moved toward the doctor. He grabbed her chin and used his thumb to draw down her lips, checking her teeth. His fingers touched the ring in her nose and she flinched, but held still.
“Been awhile since he’s done that…” Hux murmured. “Well, let's get these clothes off.”
He grabbed some scissors and she glared. Rather than having her clothes cut off, she shucked the dress over her head and threw it on the floor. Hux gave Kylo an irritated look. Rey crossed her arms, trying to hide her breasts.
“Take all of it off,” Hux huffed, pointing to her panties.
Trying to hide her blush, she slid her panties down to her ankles and kicked them away. Hux’s eyes were all over her, and when she tried to cover her breasts again, he reached out with his black gloved hands, pulling them to her side. “No wonder Plutt wants you milked.” Hux’s hand cupped one of her breasts. “These are pitiful.”
She gritted her teeth, thankful when he stopped touching her. Hux pulled out a notebook, scribbling something down. “She’s healthy. I’ll advise no more than four pregnancies. After that, it would be best to sterilize her. Plutt is…” he glanced at her body. “Eager to start. I’ll let him know she’s responding to treatment.”
Panic rose in her throat. No. No. No.
“I told you she wouldn’t give you trouble,” Kylo said, stepping forward. “But I didn’t say she was ready. She’s docile for the moment because I put the ring in her nose, and I threatened to let you fuck her with your pencil dick if she misbehaved.”
Hux’s face turned a shade of red. “I could have you branded for that.”
“We both know Snoke won’t let you.” Kylo didn’t seem at all concerned for his safety. Threatening a citizen was a high crime. “Finish the inspection. I’m sure you have other girls to bugger.”
The bickering seemed to have reached its end. Hux opened his black bag. He produced a vial, then a syringe and needle. She doubted he was going to tell her what was in it. Once he’d punctured the bottle and drawn what looked like a large dose, he gave Rey a once over.
“It burns pretty bad, maybe you should hold her,” he said to Kylo. “I don’t want a needle breaking off in her leg.”
It was stupid, but she hated shots. As a child, they’d held her down and forcibly inoculated her so she didn’t get the wasting disease that had killed so many women during the war. Rey closed her eyes, shaking, trying to endure.
Arms encircled her waist, drawing her close, and she realized it was Kylo. “Count to ten,” he murmured.
She made it to three and felt a pinch on her thigh. It burned like a brand and she gasped. A few seconds later, Hux withdrew the needle.
“It’s a high dose,” he said. “When it comes in she’s going to want to express it herself. I suggest mitts. Plutt wants it for his health.”
“If he wants health, maybe he should eat less,” Kylo said dryly.
Hux, instead of arguing, grabbed his bag. “If he’s not careful, he’s going to have no health at all. There’s a rumor he’s under watch,” he gave Rey a long look. “Maybe I’ll take her if Plutt ends up in prison. Not getting younger. None of the higher ranked officials would want someone who’d been on The Ranch.”
Kylo didn’t say anything. Hux reached over, his hand straying down to Rey’s belly, then traveling lower. She stiffened, but Kylo grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her back.
“One last check,” Hux tutted, but he was smirking. His fingers spread her labia open and then dipped in, rough enough that she hissed. “Tight and untouched.”
Instead of withdrawing, his thumb stroked her clit. Hux watched her expression carefully. “Hmm…not very reactive. Odd…Maybe I should take her with me for further testing. Hormones could be low…”
“Her hormones are fine,” Kylo growled.
“If she can’t feel pleasure…”
Kylo turned her roughly around to face him. Then, to her surprise, he dipped to his knees. “Open your legs unless you want to leave with the good doctor.”
Rey did, and Kylo’s large hands grasped her hips. His head dipped low until his tongue was warm on her clit. She started to push him away, but then he swirled his tongue around her clit in a slow circle and she gasped. Instinctually, she reached out and grabbed his horns to steady herself.
A deep appreciative rumble came from Kylo’s throat, and she decided to not let go. It felt good. Her nipples hardened and Kylo hummed louder, making her forget they had an audience.
Hux’s throat cleared. “She’s close, Kylo. You know the rules.”
With one last swipe of his tongue, he stood up, leaving her heart hammering and a whimper in her throat. Her fingers twitched with the need to reach between her legs and finish. Kylo placed his hand on her neck, turning her toward the doctor.
“You’ve made your point,” Hux said. “Very well. Don’t get attached.”
“Have I ever?”
Hux didn’t answer. “I’ll see you in two weeks.”
He left and Kylo moved away from her. “Put your dress back on. We’ll eat and then you’ll start your chores.”
She paused, looking down, wanting to say something.
He tilted her chin up, and she saw anger in his eyes. “I’m not attached to you. Got that? I saved you from Hux because you seemed like you would be a good fuck. So get dressed. Now.”
It felt like a slap in the face, and she hated him for it. She angrily stormed over to her dress and plucked it off the ground. It was dirty, but better than nothing.
Rey and Kylo ate a breakfast of oatmeal and apples. He was quiet and she had to be quiet. When it was finished he whistled at her like she was a dog, and told her to follow.
It was going to be a long day.
By nightfall she could barely move. She had never done manual labor before, but Rey and Kylo had spent the day tilling the earth by hand, digging out rocks, and tilling some more until she’d wanted to be buried in the ground herself. Twice he’d had to use the leash when he thought she wasn’t moving fast enough. It had made her so angry that she tried her hardest to keep up with him.
When they were finally finished, she stumbled on her way to the barn. Kylo easily scooped her into his arms. She yawned and saw a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Such a sleepy little thing. Guess you’ll have to try and escape another night. I doubt you’d make it out the barn door.”
Her head rested on his shoulders and she realized that had been his plan all along, to wear her out. The field probably didn’t even need to be plowed. She tried to glare at him, but it only made him chuckle more. “Don’t worry, tomorrow will be worse.”
Instead of putting her to bed, he filled a large basin up with water. It almost looked like a bathtub, but Rey knew that it was really a water trough for horses. When he submerged her in the hot water, completely naked, she felt like a lobster. He let her soak for a minute before returning with a bar of soap and scrubbing her skin. He made sure to get everywhere—even behind her big furry ears. They flickered in annoyance (or so she told herself).
He focused on her hair next, rubbing oils and shampoo into her scalp. He scrubbed until the hay, dirt, and grime came out and her hair felt like silk between his fingers.
“You may talk,” Kylo said.
She looked up at him, surprised. His face was unreadable. She thought about it for a minute, then said, “I won’t stay here a year, will I?”
“That’s the longest you can stay,” he answered.
“What’s the longest anyone has stayed?”
“Two months,” he said. “Most are ready to leave by the time Hux makes his second visit.”
She looked at the water. “How long have you been here?”
He sighed. “Too long. That’s enough chatter for today, it’s already hurting my ears.”
He drained the tub and helped her out. As he did, his eyes fell on her body. He reached out, cupping one of her breasts as Hux had, but his touch felt different.
“On your knees,” he ordered, his voice thick.
She shook her head. “You said three days…”
“Three days to fuck you. This isn’t fucking…but if you don’t listen, it will be. Soon.”
She obeyed, falling to her knees on the rough wooden floor. She tried to tell herself he’d catch her if she ran. One of Kylo’s hands freed his cock. It was large, veiny and dripping with precum. He spit into his hand and started stroking it.
“Open your mouth,” he groaned. “I’m not going to put it in, but you're going to get a taste.”
His breathing became faster and she tried not to think of all the ways his cock wouldn’t fit inside her. He’d rip her open. She watched him as he kept stroking himself, faster and faster until a deep noise erupted from the back of his throat and he finished. Most of it missed her, but a few ropes landed on her tongue. She automatically closed her mouth, tasting the saltiness of his cum.
He looked down at her, his eyes half-lidded with lust. He reached out and brushed her cheek with his knuckles. “So much light in you.” He seemed to realize he’d said it out loud. “Go to your stable. I’ll fuck you properly soon enough.”
When she managed to make it inside, she found fresh hay and both blankets. There was water and an apple. A new white gown was waiting for her. But unlike last night, she felt zero thankfulness for it. Instead, as she put her clothes on, her resolution was clear.
She had to escape. Soon.