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Interrogation	By : fairglenn Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 36604 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Interrogation
- 2-Escape
- 3-Punishment
- 4-Submission
- 5-Home
- 6-Resistance
- 7-Broken
- 8-Dependency
- 9-Shift
- 10-Victory
- 11-Reconnect
- 12-Struggle
- 13-Turn
- 14-Forever
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Chapter 1
Rey jerks awake, disoriented. She is held at an angle; upright. At a glance she realizes she is locked into a hard, metal table. Her surroundings begin to clear as the fog of unconsciousness fades away. Lifting her head, she is startled to see the masked man from the forest kneeling at her feet and silently staring up at her.
“Where am I?” She asks, her heart racing faster with each breath. She instinctively pulls on the metal arm restraints, testing their strength.
At first he doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. The silence is deafening. “You're my guest,” he finally replies in a deep, controlled voice.
“Where are the others?” Rey asks accusingly.
“You mean the murderers, traitors and thieves you call friends? You'll be relieved to hear that I have no idea,” he says.
Rey stares at him, her thoughts muddled by a torrent of emotion. She can feel him probing the outer limits of her mind, causing her anger to rise to the forefront of her thoughts.
Kylo can feel her anger surge, almost as though she’s pushing the emotion into his mind. “You still want to kill me,” he says quietly, a hint of disappointment in his voice.
Rey feels stinging shame at the statement; by the fact it’s true and he can feel the evidence of it. She blinks rapidly and pulls herself back together. She knows he’s trying to control her emotions, to manipulate her. “That’s what happens when you're being hunted by a creature in a mask,” she retorts.
His chest tightens at the way she nearly sneers “creature,” but he can feel compassion for him welling up within her. He reaches up and unlatches his mask, pulling himself back up to full height. He removes the mask from is face as he walks forward to tower over her. His eyes meet hers for the first time as he drops the mask on a nearby table.
Rey is unable to hide her discomfort at his humanity. He watches her closely, and feels her struggle with confliction as she looks away and down to the floor. She is unable to keep her emotions from her expression, and it fuels something in him – a fire he feels in the pit of his stomach. She doesn’t want to hate him at all; he can feel her involuntarily reacting to his appearance and presence. She finds him attractive, embarrassingly so.
“Tell me about the droid,” he says, capitalizing on her naive vulnerability.
She struggles to regain composure and fixes her focus on the wall just past him, ignoring his attempt to intimidate her. Lifting her chin, she replies in a quiet but stable tone, “He's a BB unit with a selenium drive and a thermal hyperscan vindicator-“
“He's carrying a section of a navigational chart,” he bites back, impatiently cutting her off. Her confidence falters at the threat of his tone, while he drowns in the excitement of her defiance. She mistakes his rising desire for anger when he replies, “We have the rest, recovered from archives of the Empire. We need the last piece. And somehow, you convinced the droid to show it to you.” His words slow and his tone turns soft. “You. A scavenger.” Her cheeks burn with indignation, sending a chill down his spine. God, she is magnificent.
Rey shifts uncomfortably. How did he know that? Suddenly he steps forward and leans in closer to her, his face only inches from hers. She can feel the heat of his breath and she is suddenly flooded with what feels like an unfamiliar liquid heat. Her face flushes even more from his intimate proximity and she turns away to hide the proof.
Once again he can feel her reaction, and the excitement of inciting her passion is intoxicating. He can feel his blood rushing south, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. His control slips for a moment, and he whispers, “You know I can take whatever I want.” His gaze drops to the line of her neck, watching her pulse pound in her throat as she struggles to make sense of what he means. He looks down even further to the rapid rise and fall of her chest, and he wonders if her nipples are hard with fear.
Rey is overwhelmed by the sensations spreading through her. Her eyelids flutter closed, her head dropping to face away from him for a heartbeat before she can regain the confidence to face him again. She turns back toward his face and watches as his eyes slide hungrily down her slim figure. She unconsciously inhales and holds her breath as a dull ache begins to unravel inside her.
It hardly seems possible when his face lifts to meet hers and he moves even closer, his hand rising toward her. She tightens up in anticipation of him fully entering her mind, and jumps with a start when his gloved fingertips rest gently on her face. A tiny whimper escapes her lips and he hisses at the familiar flow of power coursing through them both. She’s strong with the force, and she doesn’t even know it. Oh, how he could enjoy that.
Rey lets her face fall away from him once more, straining to resist his invasion of her mind.
“You're so lonely... so afraid to leave...” he says quietly, compassionately. “At night, desperate to sleep... you imagine an ocean.” Rey’s breathing continues to sporadically falter as she fights humiliated tears. He can feel her confusion at his gentle tone mixed with harsh words, and it all but unravels his self-control. She is so entirely innocent. “I see it -- I see the island...” She jerks beneath his fingers, trying fruitlessly to escape. “And Han Solo,” he continues, his mood darkening, “you feel like he's the father you never had.” His face briefly twists in pain and she can feels a strange burst of foreign anger. “He would've disappointed you,” he says harshly.
“Get out of my head!” She screams, frantic.
Kylo leans in closer, heady with desire for this fierce little fighter. “I know you've seen the map. It's in there... and now you'll give it to me.” He leans away from her and back into a standing position, twisting his hand just so in her direction…
Rey gasps as he forces nearly unbearable pleasure through her nerves, and her judgement clouds from the ecstasy of it. Her head falls back and her hips lift off the table before she slams them back down in defiance. Her face twists with determination and she lifts her head to face him as she fights his power.
He visibly shudders and watches her quake with passion. “Don't be afraid. I feel it too,” he says, pushing forward with another wave of desire so intense Rey feels she may explode with it. She cries out and falls limp on the table, unable to hide the effect he’s having on her. “You’ve never been touched by anyone,” he says, his voice thick with want. He twists his hand again and she moans from the cascading wave of molten hot pleasure that snakes through her.
“Stop it!” She chokes out, beginning to cry in earnest. The way he’s making her feel is sublime, yet she is mortified by her circumstance. She is still strapped to the table, completely helpless against his power and the shame she feels is suffocating. This is not how she imagined her interrogation would go.
“Give me the map,” he purrs.
Furious with his confidence, she bucks against her restraints and groans with frustration. She lifts her head and twists toward him against the table in a way that makes him want to rip her clothes open right then and there. “I'm not giving you anything,” she pants back. A thin muscle in his jaw twitches as he sets it with determination, and she outwardly shivers with trepidation.
“We'll see,” he says, pushing hard into her mind.
Kylo’s eyes burn into Rey’s, and he can feel the desire he’s pouring into her body mirrored back at him while he searches her mind. She quivers with effort, he feels something shift…and without warning he hits a strong barrier. Her thoughts become jumbled in his mind, and his knees feel weak as a familiar pressure builds in his head.
Rey watches his expression turn to confusion and she surges with adrenaline as his own emotions begin pouring into her. He wants her…oh God, he wants her. She tries to ignore the force of his lust combined with her own, and presses further into his mind. So many images and thoughts begin flowing through her, and she’s completely overwhelmed by everything that is and ever was Kylo Ren – Ben Solo.
“...You...” she pants, “you're afraid…that you will never be as strong as DARTH. VADER.”
He jerks his hand back, breaking the bond between them. Rey flies backward into the table, her chest heaving with exhilaration and fear.
He just stares at her, shocked and surprised at the strength of her power. He takes a shaky breath and considers his next action as he watches her tremble on the table. He’s never encountered another one like him…even others strong with the force were unable to read minds as he could.
Rey carefully considers apologizing as he brings his thoughts under control, fearing what she’s brought upon herself. She’s visibly shaking from the adrenaline and another strangled whimper escapes her as he regains composure and slowly lifts his hands, pulling his gloves from his fingers. His expression is cold and unchanging; she cannot tell what he’s thinking. What had she done?
“Rey,” he begins, finally looking away to place his gloves on a side table and move to a position behind her.
Her hormones flare at the sound of her name on his lips.
“I gave you the courtesy of skipping conventional interrogation tactics in hopes that you would be grateful for my hospitality and consideration of your comfort.” She squirms under the sweetness of his tone and the implied threat. “It appears as though I’ve misjudged you.” He says softly.
She yelps as her restraints pop open and he grabs her upper arm, ripping her from the table and onto unsteady feet. He twists her around to face him faster than she’s able to follow without losing her footing and he growls with frustration, jerking her back onto her feet and shaking her roughly in a show of strength.
Her skin burns by the heat of his hand. He is stronger than his thin frame suggests – much stronger. Her arm would bruise without a doubt.
He reaches out toward a control panel on the wall with his free hand, causing her to flinch along the way, and her interrogation table begins tilting backward until it’s completely parallel to the floor. He pushes his hand down and the table lowers to knee-height. The mechanical sounds make her heart pound even harder as her panic builds to a dizzying degree.
Kylo drops his free hand and watches her shift from foot to foot, obviously nervous beside him. “Bend over and place your hands on the table”
She balks at his suggestion, her fear receding. “I will do no such-“
She gasps as he turns her toward the lowered table and forcefully bends her forward, giving her no choice but to brace herself on the edge with her hands. She feels his power flow through her, freezing her in place. He releases her arm and shoves her head down, unceremoniously ripping out her hair ties with his other hand.
“Ouch!” she says, her voice wavering. She blinks and fresh tears roll down her cheeks. He bends down and traces one with his tongue as her hair falls free, hitting the table around her face.
“Give me the map,” His deep voice sounds in her ear.
She clenches her jaw and clamps her mouth shut. Her thoughts are racing and she can hardly think; she swears she can feel the pressure of his presence inside her.
“Rey,” he starts gently, leaving a small trail of kisses back up the trail of her tears. “Give it to me…or I will fuck you so hard you bleed.”
She gasps at his words, appalled and terrified by the calmness in which he makes such a violent threat. “Please…don’t,” she starts. She feels the pressure increase.
“So be it,” He says, his voice cold. His hand tightens around the back of her neck, pressing her face further into the metal table as his other hand snakes down her back and under her shirt. He quickly finds and begins pulling roughly at the waistband of her pants. She jerks beneath him, in utter disbelief of what’s happening. “No! Don’t! Please don’t…” She sobs, her voice frantic.
His hand freezes and he grips the flesh of her hip as he leans forward, his lips touching her ear. “You want it, or you’d give me the map. Don’t play coy.”
Her sobs grow louder as she panics, trying to jerk out of his grip. “I don’t!” she screams. He is no longer using his power to fill her with pleasure, and all she feels is sheer and mounting terror.
Standing firm above her, his breath moves her hair as he struggles to ignore his rock hard cock. One second turns to ten, and ten to twenty before he pants into her ear, “Give me the map.” He feels her resolve crumble and her mind fall wide open to him.
Kylo shoves himself into her subconscious, searching until he finds what he’s looking for – and then there it is; the map. He combs over it, bit by bit, committing it to memory. When he’s finished he pulls out of her mind so harshly they both grunt. He lets go of her and she falls to the floor, her hands still holding the edge of the table.
“Good girl,” he says, his voice strained with the desire to fuck her until she begs for release.
“You’re a monster,” she whispers, tears streaming down her face. He stands frozen in place, and for a fraction of a second her chest compresses as his emotions flow through her. “Let me go, you have what you want,” she says in a tiny, broken voice.
He stalks back to his mask, grabbing it and heading to the door. His pulse hammers wildly with the urge to scoop her up, take her to his quarters and make her faint with pleasure. Just before he exits the room and locks the door behind him, he licks his lips and says, “We’re not done yet.”
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