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Interrogation	By : fairglenn Category: Star Wars (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 36598 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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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 13

Rey had lost count of the weeks, but she gathered they’d been training for a little over a month. She felt so close to Ben, there were hardly any secrets between them; he knew her every thought. She had learned to shield him from her emotions as he could, but found it more effort than it was worth when he quickly caught on and destroyed her mental defenses with ease. He knew her inside and out…literally and figuratively, and knew exactly how to punish her into complete and total compliance. There was no point to causing herself any more pain than necessary. She blushes at the thought, spitting toothpaste into the sink. He was still excellent at shielding himself from her, and hadn’t even wavered in his sleep outside of the single occurrence weeks ago.

Somehow he’d become stronger in his mental influence, evolving through her mind until he was able to fully control her even when she wanted to resist. Their connection reached a peak yesterday, when he had found the switch to it in her mind. He’d turned it off, taking his strength from her and putting her to her knees beneath the power of his physical attack. She’d tried desperately to turn it back on, but he restricted the use of her own mind with minimal effort. In the end she’d given up, looking up at him with a silent request for mercy from her submissive positon on the ground at his feet. That had fueled his passion and abruptly ended their training session. She shivered as she put the toothbrush and toothpaste back in the cabinet, turning to leave the washroom. She had to admit she hadn’t hated the experience; she was becoming quite accustomed to surrendering herself to him, and even looked forward to it.

She walks into the bedroom, inhaling his lingering scent deeply and smiling. She doesn't know where he is on the ship, but he’d be back soon and she’d be waiting.

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Ben was absentmindedly combing over the last known locations of First Order divisions when he felt her happiness spread through his stomach like fire. Forcing himself to relax, he could feel her euphoria at catching his scent and it damn near made him smile as well. He scoffed at himself, returning his attention to the information gathered by Resistance intelligence officers. He didn’t have time for silly emotions.

According to the reports, there was no knowledge of the location of Supreme Leader Snoke, and some speculated he’d been betrayed by his own. Not possible, Ben thought. He’d have felt a change in the force if anything happened to Snoke. What the Resistance was most concerned with was the unknown location of Captain Phasma and the troops believed to be with her. While she wasn’t force sensitive in any way, the woman was the deadliest commander the First Order had ever seen. She had absolutely no qualms with killing thousands at a time. She was still no match for Ben; with Rey by his side, he could defeat an entire command. As it was, she’d left several hints to her whereabouts anyway – the Resistance was simply too inexperienced in tracking First Order movements to see it. Secure in his knowledge of First Order division locations, his thoughts drifted back to Rey.

As planned, she had completely surrendered her mind to him. In her, he now had something the others before him had never managed to harness; a perfect balance between light and dark – control of both sides of the force. He would be the most powerful Jedi to ever live. Adrenaline surged through his veins at the thought. There was still one thing left he needed to test, however – her ability to revoke the access she’d allowed. The assumption had always been made that she’d be able to sever their connection should he push her too far into the dark, but now he suspected otherwise. As allies she very well would have been able to restrict his access to her mind, but no one had ever taken into account what would happen should they develop a romantic relationship of this nature.

From the beginning of their training sessions he’d familiarized himself with every corner of her mind, enmeshing himself until she’d begun to feel unbearably empty without him. He worked her mind in bed and out of it, turning every interaction between them erotic. She’d unknowingly allowed him access into the deepest and typically inaccessible parts of her. He’d actually found the switch to their connection weeks ago, and had been reluctant to test it. Yesterday had still been a risk in prematurity, but he’d gone for it in the heat of the moment and performed flawlessly. Even on her knees and completely vulnerable to him she’d been unable to escape the control of his mind. She hadn’t even come close – there had been no reason for concern after all. He’d felt her struggle futilely to flip the switch back on, then relax into the pleading submission he’d subtly trained her to rely on. The victory he’d felt had been exhilarating.

The Resistance had made a grave mistake in allowing him so much control over her training; over her state of innocence. Still there was more work to be done, he needed to force her to challenge the light and succeed before he could be fully sure of his hold on her. He sits back in his chair for a moment, concentrating on her thoughts. She was sprawled out on his bed, thinking about what she would do with her day. She already knew they weren’t going to train, he’d told her as much when departing that morning. She considered an attempt to leave the ship, but decided it was best to ask first. Smart, he thought. She was becoming very comfortable in her role as his submissive. He shifts in his seat, stretching against the building tension that thought causes him. She was likely ready for the ultimate test, and he was tired of waiting.

He leans forward and punches a message into the command station, requesting a meeting with one very important new member of the resistance. Once the confirmation is received, he heads for their quarters.

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She’s lying on her stomach, sitting up on her elbows with her hair drying all around her. She pulls a long strand into her fingers, thinking back to when he’d roughly pulled her bands from it. Hairbands were hard to come by, and she gathered that he preferred it down, so she’d worn it this way ever since. It had taken some getting used to in fighting, but she hardly noticed it now.

The door to the room slides open, and she rolls to her side and watches Ben enter.

“I’ve changed my mind, we’re training today,” he says.

“Alright,” she replies, swinging her legs over the bed to stand. “Where?”

He smiles at her so warmly she thinks she might melt then and there. “Just outside the ship,” he says, nodding once for emphasis.

Her eyes widening with excitement, she looks around for anything she might need before remembering she has nothing. She owns nothing here. She looks at him and lifts her shoulders, smiling. “I’m ready.”

He leads her to the ship’s exit, and she nearly stops breathing when they step through the door and she sees the late morning sunlight of the Resistance base planet falling on blindingly vibrant shades of nature. Her excitement increases tenfold however when she sees Finn waiting for them in a clearing to the side of the ship, and she squeals with unadulterated delight. Her first instinct is to run to him, but her body hesitates. She looks at Ben and he smiles calculatingly at her. She realizes he’s suppressing her actions, and all of a sudden feels uneasy. Her smile falters as she looks back to Finn, who is now taking large strides to reach her.

“Finn!” She yells. Stop, she thinks, wait a minute…go back. But she can’t get the words out. Her heart sinks as she realizes what’s about to happen. She looks at Ben, eyes pleading. Please. Please don’t.

Ben’s arm shoots forward, palm out and Finn stops dead just short of five or so paces from the two of them. He looks confused; frozen.

“Remove his blaster,” Ben says. He can speak to her through their minds, he’s only doing it out loud for Finn’s benefit.

She steps forward, looking remorsefully into Finn’s eyes as she pulls his blaster from its holster and steps back.

“Aim it at his shoulder,” Ben drawls.

Rey tries and fails to say no, her teeth gritting against the effort of fighting his control. Her whole body shakes as her arm slowly raises, aiming the blaster square at his shoulder. “Ben…” she chokes out, tears pooling in her eyes. She puts every ounce of strength she has into fighting the urge to follow his silent commands, but it’s futile – his mind slices through her resistance like it’s nothing.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, sending liquid heat to her core. She flushes with the shame of reacting so wantonly under the current circumstance, and a small sob escapes her lips. She squeezes her eyes shut, and feels hot tears fall down her cheeks. Her finger tightens on the trigger, and her eyes open in horror as Finn flies backward into the ground, screaming in agony and clutching his shoulder.

I’m sorry, she screams in her mind. I’m so sorry, Finn! But again, the words don’t come out.

Ben waves his hand and Finn loses consciousness in the grass. His body convulses from the injury, but it’s instantly cauterized and Rey has no doubt he’ll survive the shot. Stalking toward her, Ben grabs her just above her elbow and shoves her back toward the ship in front of him. She wordlessly hurries onboard, shaken yet grateful she hadn’t been forced to kill her only friend in the universe. The exit hatch closes behind them, and Ben walks ahead of her toward the flight deck.

“It’s just us now,” he says coldly, sending a chill down her spine.
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