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Plutt dragged Rey from her place by the hearth in the middle of the night, her face covered in ashes. Plutt didn't particularly care for being up in the dead of night, lazing once evening came and out like a light by the time midnight arrived.
She didn't fight the yank of Plutt's digging grip into her arm, knowing better than to push back one too many missed meals ago.
Her feet, bare, padded along the cold stone floor of the kitchen onto the polished wooden boards of the main hall.
Guards in red pressed uniforms stood with perfect posture at the entrance to the sitting room.
Rey swallowed.
Flung forward by Plutt's iron grip, Rey stumbled a few steps, regaining her balance for a moment.
“This is the girl, Your Majesties,” Plutt grunted out.
Rey tilted her head up, blood frozen over in her limbs. Standing in front of the mantle was the King, one of them. Dressed in black, his cape’s inner lining of sapphire, he looked her over with a pleased smile on his plump pink lips.
Her eyes drifted over to the other king, sitting on a spare chair, slouching. His cape’s inner lining was of blood. He had no hint of a smile, just a scar, but his eyes were trained on her. It took her tremendous willpower not to squirm.
“Kylo, what do you think?” the standing king asked his twin.
Kylo looked her up and down. Her breath caught in her throat at the gesture. “She’s perfect, Ben.”
Ben’s grin got wider. “What’s your price, Unkar Plutt?”
Plutt gruffed out a number. “Fifty-thousand and a new maid, Your Majesties.”
Ben extended his hand to Rey. “Come.”
Rey had always known one day she would be thrown away like trash. Sold because she was more effort than she was worth for her small acts of defiance, like her little lies about how much food they had in the manor, faking the slaughter of an old horse just to sell it for money to a passing-through caretaker, burying the money under the ashes of the fireplace.
Now she would be… Something. She wasn’t quite sure how she would be useful to the twin kings that ruled the land. Maybe they needed another thin scullery maid in the kitchens… Or a mistress, though why buy her for that when she was sure many concubines lingered around their court? Why want her, an orphan nobody covered in ashes?
She reached out her fingers to brush Ben’s, feeling soft and warm all around.
“Shall we go, brother?” Ben said.
Kylo stood up, cracking his neck. His thumb came up to her chin in a feathery caress that confused Rey immensely. No one had touched her quite like that before, and never so gently.
“Go where?” Rey questioned. “What am I being bought for?”
Ben guided her out of the sitting room, into the main hall, and out the door. She felt Kylo follow closely behind.
“When am I getting payment for the scavenger?” Plutt said.
Rey looked back to see Kylo had stopped in the doorway, twitching his fingers.
“We never agreed to your price,” Kylo said with a certain glee that chilled her bones. “We’ll take the girl for no charge, and we’ll spill your blood with only a modicum of effort on my part.”
A choke and a crack.
Rey looked away, feeling Ben’s arm around her get tighter.
Plutt was less terrifying.
She was placed into the carriage, Ben getting in first, helping her up. She sat next to him, afraid to sit in the seats opposite of them. Ben didn't seem to mind having his space invaded by her.
A minute later, Kylo climbed in, sitting next to Rey, forcing her thighs to make contact with both kings. Ben brushed her hair aside and kissed her cheek. Kylo's fingers danced down her neck, eliciting a shiver down her spine.
"Why did you kill him?" She asked, despite knowing a simple question as that could lead her to be silenced or suffer the same fate as Plutt.
"He treated you poorly, sunshine," Kylo's voice rumbled in her ear, a little bit rough around the edges and laced with bloodlust. He enjoyed the murder.
Ben's honeyed voice licked at her lobe. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. We promise to take care of you."
Rey didn't know if she could trust that promise.
The palace was massive. The courtyard felt eerie in the dead of night, hardly any flames roaring in the lamps around the hedges.
The two kings led her through the wings themselves, not wanting any servants to do so. Her room was near the end of the hall, a decent-sized room with a desk with an inkwell and parchment and a bath in another room.
With kisses pressed to her hand and her forehead, both kings wished her goodnight.
Rey didn't understand.
Until Kylo smirked at her. "Enjoy the last night all to yourself, sunshine." Then he left.
Rey had no idea what to do with all this grandeur. Sure, she was no longer under Plutt's thumb, against her own will, but now she was being used for… something. Enjoy her last night to herself, Kylo said.
So she flopped over in the massive canopy bed, underneath the blankets, and went to sleep.
Maids came in a whirlwind, opening up the curtains to let in the grey sunlight, pulling back the sheer canopy coverings to rouse her from her first restful slumber in her life.
A maid presented a tray full of fruit and poached egg. "Miss, your breakfast is ready. Your bath shall be prepared and your fitting is as soon as you finish."
Rey sat up, still in her old rags, not caring in her achy tiredness to find anything else to wear to sleep last night. She eyed the tray. It had to be poisoned or something, but her stomach didn't care. She had no choice, not if she wanted to survive and get answers as to why she was even here.
She devoured it all, stabbing the fork into the egg with no grace and using her fingers to shovel in the sweet honeydew. The water ran in the bathroom. The maids brought in towels and soaps and pulled out silk dresses from the wardrobe.
When her plate was cleaned of every crumb, Rey was led out of her bed and into the bathroom. A servant girl her age wordlessly helped her out of her most outer coverings, undoing the laces on her back.
"Anything else, Miss? Do you want aid for the rest? And would you like me to help you wash?"
Rey valued her modesty. It was one of the few commodities afforded under Plutt. "I'm fine by myself, thank you. I prefer to be alone when I bathe and dress."
"The towels are over on the vanity's seat, and fresh undergarments are underneath." The girl bowed out, closing the door behind her.
Rey looked at the large tub, big enough for two, the steam rising from the water and forming little droplets on the sides of the tub. She removed the last of her torn and frayed garments, her breast band falling free and her itchy woven panties following suit. Her triple buns were undone, hair caressing her back. She felt a little bit free. A little bit like her.
She stepped into the water, sliding into the soothing shuddering heat, melting the stabbing pain in her heels, the tenderness of her legs, the ache of her fingers and wrists.
Then the door opened. No knock. No anything.
Rey covered herself with her arms and sunk lower. Her feeble attempt to hide herself, to not be seen, was futile.
It was Kylo, leaning on the doorway, a smirk upon his blood-lusting mouth. "No maids to help you, hmm?"
"Please, I want to be alone, Your Majesty," Rey turned her back, avoiding eye contact and hoping he didn't see a thing.
The door was closed. Footsteps got closer.
Rey felt his hand run through her hair, fingertips gracing her scalp, eliciting tingles down her nape.
"Nothing to be ashamed of, sunshine," Kylo muttered in her ear. "Your body is beautiful. Perfect."
That did nothing to assuage her.
"Take your hands off your chest. I want to see your tits before I clean them."
She felt a sense of violation; her body was her own, for her eyes. His gaze poured all over her, down her neck to her shoulders to her barely-protected breasts. Invading where he didn't belong, from a distance.
Something took control of her wrists, forcing her to act rather than be in control. She pushed back against it, trying to keep her breasts covered. Her efforts were in vain, her arms moving of their own accord.
His hand brushed over her neck, sweeping her dirty tangles aside. The mere touch electrified her blood, sending raw pulsing in her veins. Like something from within Kylo was touching something within her.
She couldn't move her arms. Her head was still mobile though. Turning to look at him, she felt her fear ride in full swing. A gloved hand, fingers spread, were steady, pointed right at her. Rey heard of this, the magic the twin Kings held. They said it carried the power of persuasion, of strength, of the ability to read people like an open book.
And it seemed, their magic was able to hold her captive in an invisible hold.
"Let me go," she twitched, her torso moving but not her arms. Her legs were mobile too.
Kylo kneeled to her eye level, that same crooked smirk on his plush red lips. "I'm just inspecting for your health, sunshine."
She gritted her teeth, her breasts lifting from the water with each breath she took before simmering back down. Before she could snap back, a pair of lips were on her pulse point, and she felt that something sing. It was a drug he forced upon her, flooding from the spot on her neck down through her belly to her core to her toes.
"I cannot wait to taste your pretty little tits," he murmured, dragging his teeth over the juncture of her neck over to her earlobe. His other hand reached for her hair, fingers working through the tangles gently. "For now, sunshine, just relax."
She didn't want to. She felt so seen and he was touching her in a way no other person had.
His hand pressed against the skin of her upper back, a hot branding iron. She bit her lip to suppress a moan as he kneaded at her skin and her scalp. For some reason, it felt like he was helping. A cool substance was applied to her locks, and she was leaning into it as he worked the soap with his hands.
Her head was tilted back against her will, and the fantasy was shattered.
"You could ask, you know," she grumbled.
Water poured over her hair. Kylo was careful to not get it in her eyes. "And would you agree like a good girl?"
She twitched.
"Actually, let's test that theory, sunshine. Stand up."
The water was her only net of safety and he was demanding she step out of it. She didn't move, didn't refuse.
Kylo huffed before his hand moved and Rey felt her body move of its own accord. Standing up, tears stinging her eyes, a chill washed over her skin, her body bare before him.
"Just know," he nibbled at her ear. "I always get what I want."
His fingers trailed down her breasts, down her abdomen, until his hand reached her core before moving away entirely, the electric touch leaving fire in his wake. Rey couldn't move, her limbs immobile as Kylo grabbed the sponge full of soap and gave gentle circles around her whole being, any dirt and grime being pulled away to reveal soft pink skin underneath. The soap bubbles trailed down her body the way his fingers did.
Kylo stopped, putting the sponge down and kissing her cheek. "What's your name?"
His fingers dipped between her legs, her most private area, invading. She squirmed but she didn't answer. He grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up into his dark molten eyes. "Answer the question like a good girl."
"Rey," she squeaked out.
Kylo smirked, his fingers lingering around her folds. "Good."
"Why are you doing this?" Rey hiccuped.
"Doing what? Washing you, giving you pleasure? Don't lie and say this doesn't feel good." His hand was slowly, methodically, drawing circles around her clit, forcing her hips to jerk.
His other hand came up around her to her breast, tweaking at her nipple as her forced pleasure rose.
Rey squirmed, finding herself unable to resist, her limbs were immobile, her arousal dripping over his fingers and making it easier for him to glide over her nub. She squeezed her eyes shut, wishing she wasn't here, being touched by a king with more control over her than anything.
Each rub of her clit and her nipple produced wetness between her legs, slick on her inner thighs. Her body was a traitor to her mind. This was so wrong, so much worse than being manhandled by Plutt when his crankiness reached its peak.
"Please," she whimpered. "Stop."
"Surrender to it, sunshine." Kylo applied more pressure, squeezing her small breast in his hand, and began furiously rubbing her nub. She gasped, fighting to tighten her legs but he had all the power over her every muscle. She cried out as he slipped a finger inside, stroking her maiden walls.
"Such a soft pussy," Kylo mused. "Untouched, mm?"
How did he know that?
"No thought is yours, sunshine. Give in and come for me. I want to see how you'll react."
"No!" Rey cried out, wincing as another finger breached her. "Please stop…"
"Get used to it. You'll be mine. This pussy. Your tits. This pretty little head? All mine. Now come. "
Her scream choked in her throat as her thighs twitched and her body gushed all over Kylo's hand. She slumped against him, tears brimming on the corners of her eyes. He lifted her body out of the tub, placing her down on the little bench, and wrapped her up with towels.
He tilted her head up, his gaze betraying his want with dark irises darting to her mouth.
"Oh, to play with your mouth later," Kylo smirked before releasing her chin and walking away. "I enjoyed this, Rey. I will see you later, my sunshine. Be a good girl for me."
Door closed, Rey let out a dry sob. The King, one of them, was a monster . He murdered Plutt. He violated her modesty, played with her most intimate parts, taking her pleasure for his own.
Powerless. Utterly powerless in his grasp.
Once she dried and slipped on the simple undergarments and a robe, she stepped out of the bathroom to find a little platform used for fitting by her closet surrounded by maids.
Right at that moment, the other king, Ben, entered the room.
The maids pulled her over to stand on the platform, putting a petticoat and a corset on her slim body. Ben's eyes rolled over hers, and she swallowed. He couldn’t be as bad as his brother.
More fabric was draped over her, pins being stuck around her chest and her hips, and the white tulle and silk made her head spin.
A wedding dress.
But who was she marrying?
"W-what is all this?" Rey asked, wishing to toss all the stifling cloth away and flee to be alone.
Ben approached her, his hand reaching for hers and he pressed a kiss to her wrist. "Wedding dress fitting."
Once the maids were done, they slipped the gown off of her to finish alterations, undoing the corset in turn.
"Leave. I'll help her remove the petticoat," Ben ordered, and all the maids scampered out of the room.
"W-Who am I marrying?" The words trembled on her tongue.
Ben smiled, and her spine shuddered.
"Me of course. And my brother."
"But I didn't agree to this…"
He cupped her chin. "Oh sweetheart, don't you get it? You're ours now. We just want to make it official."
She sniffled. "But your brother…"
Concern laced his features. "What? Did he do something?"
"He…" Rey steeled herself. Ben seemed willing to listen. "He touched me…"
She couldn't finish the sentence, opting to finish it in her mind.
A dark glimmer in Ben's eyes gave her the tiniest hope that she would be treated with more respect. "Oh really? Did he now?"
Rey nodded.
"He finger-fucked you, got to play with your little tits, hmm?"
She blinked. How did he…
Ben's fingers twitched, and there was an audible click on the door lock.
The dark glimmer in Ben's eyes didn't mean his outrage was for her sake, merely his ego. "He got to touch you first? If he wants to play dirty then…" Rey's body locked up, her limbs immobile. "Fine. Guess I will have to take your other firsts."
Hot fear raced in her blood as Ben got on his knees before her, black cape fanning out, reminding her that neither one could be trusted.
"What are you doing?!" She croaked.
Ben lifted her petticoat, palms teasing up and down her thighs before tugging her undergarments down to her knees. She should have fallen over, but Ben's magic kept her in place.
"Relax, sweetheart. I just want a taste."
Her feet were moved, opening her thighs for him. His thick hair disappeared underneath her petticoat and before she knew it, her bundle of nerves made contact with a hot tongue. She gasped, tears rolling down her face. They both were monsters. Taking her pleasure away, ruining it for her. Long nights exploring herself by the fireplace amounted to nothing.
Ben moaned into her, his tongue everywhere. Licking her folds, stroking her nub, some small kisses to her innermost thighs. All Rey could do was take it, trying to contain her tears as his tongue invaded. His mouth enclosed around her nub and sucked and sucked and it shoved her over the edge and she cried out. Body twitching, Rey cried harder but only rasped for air. She wanted this to end.
When he released her, he made it a point to lick his lips, eyes only on hers. He took the petticoat off her quivering form, wishing she could push him away and run.
But she had nowhere to run. Plutt was dead. She would be hunted down by the twin kings.
Ben traced his fingers down her collarbone. “Such a pretty virgin. Untainted. Ripe.”
“You’re a monster,” she spat.
He gave a crooked smile. “Yes I am.” He pinched her breast, earning a whimper. “Better rest up, sweetheart. You’re not sleeping tonight.”
With a kiss on her cheek that burned her skin, the king left, locking the door from the outside.
She got off the platform and tried to open the door, only to find she couldn’t.
Trapped.