Option X: Meet the new boss.

The Slutwalker Ranch - formerly the Lars Homestead - was filled with the sloppy noises of Rey, Shmi and Beru daisy-chaining as they slurped the last dregs of Tusken cum out of each other's swollen pussies and tender assholes. They'd scarcely crawled back through the doors, leaking the contents of several creampies per hole, before they'd received a courier droid informing them that Cliegg and Owen's gambling had finally caught up with them, with Jabba only writing off the debts and sparing their lives on the condition that the land, the moisture farm and the women would be sold to him for a pittance. Now the men were on their way to Mos Eisley to try and start new lives far from their former creditor, and the trio's new owner was on his way to inspect his new property.

Naturally, with water in such short supply, and with themselves eyeing each other so hungrily, cleaning themselves off the usual way was out of the question. It took almost all of the two hours' warning they'd been given for them to disentangle themselves from each other - the actual 'work' of cleaning each other out having taken only a few minutes at the longest - but they just barely managed to make themselves presentable for his arrival. Leather straps dug lightly into their skin as they stood to attention, backs arched to show off their full busts and tight waists, the bondage harnesses they wore providing plenty of support for their tits and asses - and framing their plump, glistening pussies - without doing anything to cover them.

Rey and Beru nearly glanced at Shmi as their new owner exited his ship and her breath hitched, but kept their gazes straight ahead and ignored the way that the older woman ground her thighs together - clearly, she was either familiar with the Dug currently striding towards them or with the two near-naked, collared girls he was leading on leashes clipped to his belt. Rey mentally appraised the pair of stacked **** sluts, noting their rock-hard nipples and dripping pussies with approval; the sway they were putting into their steps and the hungry looks they kept shooting at their master clearly weren't for show. Shmi was practically vibrating with anticipation between her two younger counterparts, a state of affairs that lasted right up to the point where the Dug clicked his fingers and the blonde girl trailing him suddenly shot forwards and bowled her over with a deep, sloppy kiss.

"<<Heartwarming,>>" Sebulba remarked, before looking back and forth between Rey and Beru, "<<and who else do I own know?>>"

"Beru Whitesun," the younger ex-Lars replied, "and my sister Re- AH!"

Sebulba snorted as his brunette **** stepped forward and slapped Beru across the face, before he pointed at Rey. "<<I've fucked more sets of sisters than you've had hot meals, girl,>>" he growled, "<<so don't lie to me.>>" Something about his tone set Rey's cunt dripping, and she had to press her knees together to **** them not to buckle entirely before she replied. "I-I'm just Rey," she dutifully informed him, licking her lips as a strange excitement bubbled up inside her, "please fuck me!" The Dug laughed and clicked his fingers again, his dark-haired **** forcing Beru down to her knees and pressing the farmgirl's mouth to her drooling cunt. "<<I like your attitude,>>" he snorted, "<<you'll do well.>>"

Rey suddenly felt the world start to fade around her, colours washing out and sound growing distant, with the exception of the blonde girl currently swapping spit with Shmi as they both ground their pussies against each other's thighs and the brunette currently riding Beru's tongue. She couldn't hear the MILF's words - and there was a clear family resemblance there, Rey belatedly realised - but she could guess that the two new arrivals hadn't been slaves the last time they'd met.

"Fuck Naboo, fuck the Senate..." the brunette panted in answer to Shmi's unheard, kiss-smothered query. Rey suddenly had an image in her mind's eye of an impossibly delicate, web-like sculpture of light, suspended over a churning, sloshing sea of pink ooze by a single gossamer-thin thread. The same voice that had whispered to her so soon after arrival slithered into the back of her mind again. Prophecy... History... A particularly intense shiver ran down her spine as her focus was drawn to the sea and the voice almost seemed to purr in her ear. LUST...

"...fuck the Republic..." The blonde's moaned continuation send the whole structure shuddering and swaying, the strand of fate fraying dangerously. Rey could feel a tightness inside of her, like a knot of pure terror - or like the tension on the edge of a particularly massive orgasm. "...and fuck the Jedi!" The thread snapped, and the whole intricate weave plunged abruptly into a rising wave of what Rey could only describe as obscenity. She inhaled sharply as the sights and sounds of the material world abruptly snapped back into full focus, letting out a breathy moan as Sebulba ran a fingertip along her slit, teasing it between her lower lips. "Master Sebulba's pleasure is so much more important," Mia finished, seemingly oblivious to the vicious ballbusting she'd just inflicted on destiny, "I'm only staying with the Order because it's the best way to get him all the tight Jedi pussy he deserves."

Memories flooded back to Rey as she suddenly remembered why she recognised the woman forcing Beru to eat her out. She wasn't yet the bacta-pumped pit lane pornstar she was by the time Rey had first seen one of her holovids, but she wasn't sure how she'd failed to recognise Padmé Amidala. The woman was a legend, a modern-day warrior queen whose final speech to the Senate - expressing her disgust at the galaxy's corruption and urging her female compatriots to sell their bodies for political favours rather than trying to appeal to any obviously non-existent ethics or morals - was considered the first real nail in the coffin for the Republic! She was an idol for billions of Outer Rim women, especially the ones who wanted to have as much fun on their backs as they did recognition for their skills in other fields!

An idol who was currently groaning in pleasure as she humped Beru's mouth, as her owner eyed up which of his new slaves to use first...

Who does Sebulba choose?

Option 1: Rey, as a reward for her honesty.

Option 2: Beru, despite her lying.

Option 3: Shmi, for old times' sake.

Option X: Something else! All of them, none of them, swapping to a different PoV, a timeskip to later, whatever you can think of.

Author's Note: Alternate titles for this were 'Por que no los tres?', 'The art of compromise.' and 'Fuck it, we ball.'

For real though, hope this is at least a vaguely satisfying way to meld the requested scenarios; Sebulba'll be breaking in his new toys, then going with Mia while Padmé resigns her post to join his pit girls. I'd have waited for a tiebreaker, but this is the closest to a writing kick that I've been on for a while and I didn't want to waste it.

Also, canon just broke and now Rey's memories are playing tricks on her. Whoops.