The dim lighting of a jail cell hit her in the face as she swam towards consciousness, all too aware that her top had been torn off, as well as her boots. Attempting to reach out with the force, she felt nothing but the emptiness and sense of powerlessness that had been present on Jaaku. Standing with great difficulty, Rey turned to see not one but two Gamorreans standing just outside her cell, with who must be Zorba behind them. Her head was still swimming with whatever drug she had been injected with, leaving her unable to understand what the slug-like crime lord was saying. The floating droid beside her however, its words came in clear.

“Jedi Scum, the great Zorba welcomes you to his chambers and hopes you have found what you were looking for. If you have not, then do not fear. Your mission is at an end.”

Rey covered her modest breasts with one hand while jabbing at Zorba with the other.

“I don’t know if you’re aware of this but the Resistance has won! Your time at playing a gangster is over!”

The walls of the tunnels shook with the laughter of the fat Hutt as Zorba thug slapped his rolls in amusement. The two guards joined in the mocking tone and released squeals of amusement. Rey became furious! How dare they mock her; didn’t they know she had just saved their worthless lives!

“Listen! Let me out now and I swear to you that you will be left in peace, no one will look for you!”

Rey’s spirits fell when Zorba’s hand lifted up a holo-projector and activated it. Lando’s face appeared and the same message she had received in the X-wing was played.

More of the guttural Huttese tongue rolled out of the gaping axe wound of his mouth. The droid, ever useful translated.

“Fool. I have no fear of the Republic or their dogs in the Resistance. I have everything I require here, something your friends will discover, should they come here to take me.” The cell door swung open, allowing the towering Gamorreans to enter and squeal at Rey’s trembling form. “The only thing I am without now” The droid translated “is the taste of a Jedi. Something you will provide for me now since Luke Skywalker is beyond my reach.”

Rey’s hands were grabbed and lifted into the air, the strain of the sudden yank nearly pulling her arms from their sockets. A cry of agony left her lips as the bones of her wrists buckled and twisted, layering themselves together to lay flat. As the larger guard held her in place, Rey felt her pants be slid down her shapely legs by the second Pig. In all her years on Jaaku, Rey had never once been in this position. Humiliation washed over her as only now, as a member of the Jedi Order, was she at the mercy of those looking to defile her. The long fabric of her skirt was tugged to the side as both legs were forced apart by huge hands. Desperately reaching out to feel the force, Rey gasped as a bulbous member rubbed itself along her dry pussy lips.