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Lara Croft: Himiko's Gift
Art by Badger
Story by Sinbad

The alter of stone and bone that honored the Ancient Empress of Japan, Himiko was a reliable place to find Mathias. As he let out his evening prayers, a new phenomenon occurred in his head. While he had heard whispers of an other-worldly source while kneeling before his jailor’s crypt, a full message was far from ordinary. As the whispers grew louder and more understandable, Mathias scrambled and took hold of a slab of stone and a steel pen. Scratching all he heard onto the tablet, the profit-like figure looked up when silence returned and pondered what he had been told. Reading his scribbles in full, his eyes snapped open as the true contents of the tablet were revealed to him. Whistling to a scaver, Mathias order the man to take a few friends and capture this ‘Tomb Raider’ before she could interfere with his plans.

Lara yawned and stretched her aching muscles as she rested in her newest camp. Running the numbers through her head, she knew her ammunition was limited, her radio was unreliable and her friends were still scattered all over the island. Putting those worries aside for the moment, she felt the exhaustion of the days fighting and free running take its toll on her. Sliding underneath a makeshift blanket of grass and twigs, the archeologist shut her eyes and dozed off as the sun set.

The group of scavers made enough noise that Lara was slowly roused from her sleep. Shuddering as the chill of the Japanese island washed over her, she slid from her covering and stood, hands already reaching for her weapons. Reaching for her radio, she thumbed the PPT button and cursed as the screen was blank. Setting the busted comm back on her belt, Lara accepted she was all alone and go ready to fight. Her prep was unnecessary however, for when she drew her pistol and brass-checked it a screaming cloud of buckshot glanced off of her smooth skin.

The swarm of shot was easy enough to shrug off but her attackers had learned from her tactics. A team of the scavengers all swarmed her camp at once, her sidearm cutting down a few but failing to repel the assault in full. Before she could reload her weapon, a rifle’s stock slammed into her toned abs while a sling of another wrapped itself around her slender throat. Lara’s hardened instincts forced her to kick out with both feet, only to see them grabbed and have her boots ripped off with her battered pants following after. The sling pressing into her throat forced her vision to darken slightly, as any adrenaline she had was already used up during the first shootout. As she felt a pair of gloved hands grope her impressive tits, Lara could no longer keep her eyes open and she passed into the merciful realm of oblivion.

The scavengers all stood over their mortal enemy, everyone of them giggling with excitement and lust. One of them began the festivities right away, holding up a bright red ball gag he had taken from a beached ship and fixed it into her dozing mouth. Carrying her limp form to a table, the team stripped her nude in seconds, laying out her belongings next to her sleeping form. Tossing her things into a rucksack, one crafty scaver removed the ball gag and stuck a lump of philatelic mushrooms into her lip, ensuring that she wouldn’t struggle on the way. Dragging her bare body on the slick, muddy ground, all knew their prey was either out cold or tripping balls.

Their own camp was far away, with several bluffs and hills to drag Lara over. Her stellar body was becoming increasingly covered with dirt and muck from the forest, neither diminishing her beauty in any way. When they finally arrived, they asked for Mathias and tossed Lara’s bound body onto a table while they waited. Patient as they were, the time it was taking for the boss to arrive was getting ridiculous. Looking for a way to pass the time, the group collectively looked over Lara’s mud-covered body. As 2 of the scavers looked over her goods, the rest all pawed her nude body, prodding her ass and spreading her tight cunt lips apart. As they did so, one particularly sharp eyed scaver saw a pale film inside her cunt lips and howled with sadistic glee! Not wanting her to miss any of her ordeal, one slipped her ball gaga out and removed the clump of mushrooms from her lip. Seeing her begin to stir almost immediately, the large group all grinned and stroked their crotches


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Lara slowly swam back towards the light at a particularly bad time. Her hands and feet were tied together and her pert butt was hanging off the side of a table. Looking down with shocked eyes, she felt the heat of a stiff cock pressing into her virgin folds and thrashed violently! Her struggling caused enough difficulty for her rapist that 3 men were needed to hold her down. Rough hands grabbed her knees, hands and neck and held her in place as the man at her crotch let a long string of spit coat his member before returning to his conquest.

The tearing of her hymen in such a brutal fashion formed tremors of pain to race through her body. Tears of pain and shame ran down her face as the scavers all cheered and clapped hands in triumph over her. With the large member ramming into her fresh pussy, Lara failed to attempt another attack, only getting wacked in the face by her own pistol for her effort. Laying on the table and sobbing quietly, Lara only hoped that her rapist would finish quickly and that the others would scoff at her sloppy seconds.

Her believe was unfounded, however. After another 5 minutes of anguish, her first john finally came and stuffed her virgin pussy his cum. As she gasped for breath around the gag, Lara let out a silent plea for mercy. It too was stopped by another big dick ramming into her sore pussy. After an hour, Lara had been raped by over 12 men with some coming back for a second tryst. As she lay on the table horribly violated, she saw none other than the head scavenger approaching with his staff and ushering to his men to bring her along.

The sharp rocks of the cliff face forced her untied feet to bleed as the torches illuminating the darkness were snuffed out, giving way to the rising sun. As Lara was shoved and prodded by gun barrels, the leader laid out his grand plan. Since his preferred sacrifice had escaped somehow, Lara would be her replacement. Before Lara could protest around the gag a massive but crude spear appeared before her, standing in front of a cross. The realization of her fate forced life to return to her body, her feet lashing out and landing blows to several scavenger’s crotches! As she laid waste to the men, the leader simply walked on and took hold of the great spear. Seeing Lara being overpowered and dogpiled, he let out a whistle and circled behind the Tomb Raider’s nearly crushed body. Grinning wide, he pressed the point of the spear into Lara’s bloody, cum-stuffed cunt.

Lara stopped fighting as she felt her womb be sliced open by a wickedly sharp point, a point that kept moving forwards through her torso. The shock overcame her scream, leaving her mute with agony as the point continued to press inwards. As the tip caught a rib, Lara finally broke free of her own mental prison and let out a blood-curdling scream of disbelief and agony. The men still piled atop her all got off and helped lift her flailing body even further down the shaft, each splinter of the handle pressing into her violated cunt and causing another fissure of blood to roll down her legs. Her thrashing only helped the leader however, dislodging the blade from her rib and allowing it to resume it's fatal pass. As she felt her life force slip away, Lara saw a bump appear under the skin of her sternum and let her mind drift to an old movie with an alien. As the odd thought passed, she watched in horror as the unbelievably large blade burst from her chest!

As she died on the spear, the scavengers climbed up the cross and bound her still tied wrists to either side, spreading her arms wide to show the Empress that her sacrifice was dead. As the Tomb Raider’s head lolled off with a final look of shape plastered over her face, an unearthly presence filled the air as Empress Himiko herself appeared, her mummified body moving stiffly as she gather Lara’s blood from the ground. Wiping it over her face, the Empress continued and covered more and more of herself with the stuff, covering her linens with gore and viscera. After her guttural lips uttered a quiet phrase, a burst of blue light was ejected from her ancient corpse and when all could see again, it was no mummy but a powerful Japanese Empress. With her youth restored, Himiko raised her hands and removed the curse from her island, happily allowing her faithful to depart. Before they did however, the Asian goddess ushered at the impaled Tomb Raider, offering her as a gift for their sheer devotion, as well as giving the body an expected gift…


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Mathias’s men gratefully cut down Lara from her brutal crucifixion and carried her limp corpse down to where their moored boats had been kept. Mathias was too pre-occupied to partake in their present, leaving the large group of survivors to help themselves. Removing the spear with effort, the assembly all cheered when their prize was relatively free to use! The first to take her virginity was also the first in line for remains. Dropping her body over a table on the top deck, the scaver rolled Lara onto her tits and dropped down. Cursing aloud at the sight, he saw that her cunt was ruined beyond all repair. The spear running through it, coupled with the splinters from the weapons shaft jammed into the walls meant that her pussy was nothing but a way to castrate any unlucky prisoner.


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Going for the next best thing, the scaver spied a bottle of motor oil and dribbled a bit onto his aching member. Spreading her ass apart, the man stood and pressed into the tiny dot of Lara’s asshole. Even in death, Lara’s rectum was ridiculously tight. Popping just the tip in took nearly a minute, with the rest of his shaft taking another 2. When the John was finally sheathed in fully however, he took to pounding the beautiful corpse with far more force that when she was alive!
Lara’s body shook with every thrust, her head banging against the railing of the ship. The John in her ass pushed in hard and fast, savagely raping her corpse with a pace that left him sweating. Rotating his hips with every trust, he sunk into his claim with another angle every time. Squeezing her tight butt with both hands, the John raised his fists into the air and kept on fucking her ass, crying out in triumph as he let loose and pumped his second load of the day into Lara’s cold bowels. Pulling out, he clapped hands with the next Scaver in line.

Over the next few weeks, the Tomb Raider’s corpse was brutally raped by the crew of survivors, her mouth and ass being the primary holes. The gaping wound in her chest did receive some attention however, namely by Mathias. As her holes became more clogged with an abundance of cum, some finally began to wonder why her remains did not rot or smell, aside from the stench of their sweat and semen. Cleaning her corpse by dragging it behind the boat, the scavers examined her remains and were astounded to see that no bruising was present. Aside from her extreme paleness, she even appeared alive from the right angle! Putting those thoughts aside, the crew simply went back to sodomising her corpse.

The port in the Philippines was a welcome sight for all. Stepping of the ship, they covered Lara with a tarp and stepped onto dry land. Forgetting all about the vessel, the survivors filled themselves with both drink and living women, unconcerned with Lara’s remains. Unfortunately for them, the unguarded ship had not gone unnoticed. When night fell and the crew was absent, several thugs and thieves snuck aboard and came upon the Tomb Raider’s corpse. Taking it with hem, along with the mass treasures they had found on board, the thugs returned to their hideout and dropped the corpse on a bed.

From that day on, Lara Croft’s remains would stay in a dingy hotel room, servicing random thugs and undiscerning Johns alike while generating much profit for her new owners.


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Episode X: The Gamorrean Guard's Unleashed Force.

Art by BadgerSFM
Story by most likely Sinbad

There will be lots and lots of gore and a story coming in January


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One evil idea I have in my mind is that Cassie is a serial killer (it runs in the family), and she kills Kano and have a bit of fun with his corpse.



That's an interesting idea


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Tomb Raider: The End of an Interrogation
Story by DeathstalkerLives
Art by Badger

Lara Croft’s body ached.

She didn’t know how long the interrogation had been going on. It felt like hours. Days even. Her dark green tank top had been pulled up over the curve of her large breasts, but the rest of her outfit remained undisturbed. Electrodes were taped to her bare flesh, covering the darker skin of her nipples. The intermittent electrocutions had been going on regularly. She’d resisted at first. She knew her life depended on finding a way to escape. But the knots binding her to the wooden chair were too expertly tied. And the near constant jolts of electricity sapped her strength and resolve. Finally, covered in sweat and panting for mercy, she’d spilled her guts.

The two men conducting her interrogation stood a few feet away, deciding Lara’s ultimate fate. She doubted it would be pleasant. “We’ve got what we need,” one man – clearly the leader – said to the other. “She’s of no further use to us. Dispose of her.”

The second man nodded, making his way over to Lara.

“Wait,” Lara said, fear eating through her. She had to find a way out of this. “I’m still plenty useful.” Her assigned executioner moved behind her. To do what, she didn’t know, but she was sure it wasn’t good. She put on her best flirtatious voice. “I’m sure there’s something I can do to convince you gentlemen to let me go. How about I – “

Very quickly, the man behind Lara hooked a hand around her chin and jerked her head to the side. Her words ended with an abrupt crack as her neck snapped and her life was snuffed out. Lara’s body jerked in the chair. The crotch of her dark brown shorts dampened as her bladder released.

“Take the bitch’s body down to the incinerator,” the lead interrogator told his companion, showing little interest in the adventuress now that she was so much used up dead meat. “We can’t have anyone finding her.” He left the interrogation room to attend to other matters.

Left alone in the room, Lara’s executioner removed the electrodes from her tits and untied her. He dumped Lara’s lifeless body onto the floor, admiring her subtle death twitches. Kneeling down, he stripped off her boots before unfastening and tugging down her shorts. Once he had her stripped from the waist down, he unfastened his own pants and pulled his stiffening cock free. Pushing Lara’s thighs apart, he moved between them and shoved into the still-warm folds of her cunt.


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Lara’s executioner grunted as he fucked the dead tomb raider. Her large breasts bounced as he pounded into her. Lara’s lifeless eyes stared up into the face of her murderer, her lips parted slightly, still trying to form her final words. A small line of drool ran down her chin. Even dead, the tomb raider’s well-used pussy shortly coaxed her executioner to the verge of climax.

Pulling out of Lara’s snatch, he moved forward over her and gave his cock the last few strokes it needed. Groaning, he fired his load over Lara’s massive tits. His cum ran across the curves of her breasts, pooling in her cleavage. As he came down, Lara’s executioner tucked his spent member back into his pants and refastened them. Getting to his feet, he bent down and scooped up Lara Croft’s lifeless body, slinging it over his shoulder. He reached around to grope one of her ass cheeks. “You were right,” he said to the dead woman. “You did still have your uses. Unfortunately for you, it didn’t matter if you were alive or dead.” He carried Lara out of the room, already regretting that he didn’t have more time to play with her.

Of course, it was a long trip to the incinerator. He was certain he’d be ready for another round by the time he got there. As he headed for the elevator, he wondered what the tomb raider’s ass would feel like wrapped around his cock and smiled.



My second idea was inspired by a set of photos by smokescreen117. Sonya is a Black Dragon spy and Kano's lover. Unknown to the both of them, Johnny is a contract killer and in an incestuous relationship with Cassie, also a killer. The pair track down and kill both Sonya and Kano, and once again, Cassie rapes Kano while Johnny does the same to Sonya. Sonya is exposed and Cassie leaves the military, opting for the life of a killer and her father's secret lover.


Can I request some DOA? Thanks


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This project I'm working on is giving me a headache. So far I have 4 / 7 exports done. The story is being wrapped up and I'm scene building the last scene where the Hutt eats "The Last Jedi"

It will be my best project so far but it's been an absolute nightmare. I would welcome a break to work on a DOA character.

Just let me know who you're thinking of and what you want to happen to them.

The more descriptive the easier it is for me to make :)


Your artwork is amazing! Love the detail, the lighting, the composition. Really fantastic!

The scene where princess Leia is chained next to Jabba always gets my fantasy going. Would love to see a gorgeous woman raped and eaten by Jabba. Especially a powerful woman/girl.

One of my favorites is where an extremely powerful girl fights ferociously with weapons and perhaps super-powers, but is captured anyway. Perhaps by some object with the ability to take her powers away, leaving her to be just a normal girl with a weapon.

She is then captured and displayed to a crowd naked and then 'fed' to a couple of soldiers to avenge their fallen friends that she killed by means of rape and torture. These will be beasts of different species, some with dicks so large that they will tear her pussy during the rape, causing a lot of vaginal blood-loss.

The torture could hitting her belly and her breasts, sticking large spikes through her breasts. Or cutting one in half slowly. One of the aliens eats the other breast which angers Jabba, because he wanted to eat both of them.

They beat her with wooden and/or metal rods breaking her fingers, arms and legs in numerous places.

Her clitoris and labia are cut off and fed to Jabba's alien dog as a snack.

Finally, Jabba rapes her with his enormous dick after pulverizing her pubis to be able him to insert his dick by rupturing her vagina even further. Jabba's dick has sharp spikes on the outside that scrape away bits of pussy every time he pulls out a bit. Her belly stretches quite far during the rape. When he cums, he ejaculates so much that he inflates her belly to make her look somewhat pregnant with a ball only in the front that is more sharply defined than a pregnant woman would have. Her womb then explodes internally, spreading the contents of the ball throughout her upper body, even somewhat into her upper arms and upper legs, inflating them too.

When he pulls out, holding her upward by her hair, almost all the sperm gushes out. First under pressure, then as a large stream and eventually just dripping underneath her.

After all this, he start to eat her. Legs first, then the arms. Her last breast as a snack and then the rest of her.

Perhaps difficult here and there, but would be awesome and challenging I think : )



Funny you should mention. So Sin and I collaborate on how to make really fucked up content with a plot. This is what we have for the Star Wars project.

So far I've done 4/7 extractions.

Rey leaves Xiegal and travels to Tatooine on a mission from Lando → Abandon Imperial base (which it is from imperials) → Rey is warned about a very dangerous hutt that recently disappeared → |SCENE 1| Base is dark but but very deep inside its very inhabited by the Hutt → Rey taken by surprise → |Scene 2| Rey is violently gangbanged by the guards and the Hutt sees this → The Hutt wants Rey's remains and a trophy to remember her by when the guards are done with her → |Scene 3| Rey is executed by her own lightsaber → |Scene 4| The Guard's humiliate her body and put her head on a stick and continue to fuck her corpse → |Scene 5| Rey's staff with her head on it is presented to the Hutt as a gift and he eats her remains while holding his new prize … after all, this hutt has always wanted to taste Jedi.


It sure sounds interesting. However, it also sounds like she's not getting tortured much and dies prematurely. I would love to see the Hut bite off two of her broken limbs. Perhaps cut off the other two to eat, then bites off her lower torso keeping her still alive long enough to feel him bite the rest off, leaving her head in tact to be put on display as a trophy.

I like the trophy idea. Perhaps even ripping out what remains of her exploded womb to keep it lower on that stick also as a trophy.



To do that, I would have to rebuild everything. Maybe on the next Rey project. You never know.


I would love to work with you on the next story.

Just to be sure… how do you feel about lolis in such situations?


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I’m not a fan of loli. Hop into the channel if you’re not already. The next project looks close between Supergirl and Ciri.


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Ending the Redfield Line
Artwork by @BadgerSFM
Story by @mmmmph

“Ms. Redfield, was it?”


Hunk squeezes off a shot from his sidearm. It rings out into the alleyway and fades out into the night. She jumps at the sound, breaking her otherwise stern demeanor. She tries to blink away the fear.

“No sass,” Hunk’s voice is distorted through his gas mask and several layers of Kevlar. He reholsters his Beretta with one smooth motion and continues, “Now strip. Slowly. You can hand your clothes off to my associate behind you.”

He raises the assault rifle in his main hand.

“I think it goes without saying, but no funny moves.”

A hard metal barrel prods her impatiently from behind. Her cold gaze breaks away to reveal fear and anxiety. Her head stutters around, to her executioner in front of her, and to his goon behind her. The layers of her clothes peel off of her porcelain skin, moonlight glimmering off of it. She stands exposed, her knees together as if they were her last defense. Her hands move to cover her breasts and slit, hiding her eyes behind her bangs.


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Hunk’s posture goes slack before speaking.

“Alright, proceed to the deep cavity search.”

“Wait, what??”

The goon sets off to work at his boss's command amidst Clair's desperate protests.

"Y-you already took my clothes! What more do you want-"

"I did say 'no sass', right? Don’t do it again."

She protests physically, but is quick to stop as she is easily overpowered by cold gloved hands.

Claire gets shoved to the ground with ease, and she squirms as the icy ground embraces her skin. Her breathing quickens as her mind races to think what might happen next.

A muffled chuckle creeps out of the henchman's armor the same way his hand creeps up Claire's legs, giving appreciative squeezes up the trail of her soft calves and thighs. His fabric digits then find their way into the crevice of her ass and rest against her delicate parts, tracing the shape of her lower lips over and over. To his surprise, a finger slips into her walls and he calls out to his superior.

"Hey hunk! You're not gonna believe this! Looks like she was hiding a weapon after all! Some bomb ass pussy!"

Hunk makes an invisible squint through his glaring red goggles. A moment of silence passes until the goon jostles his rifle over from his side to his front. He aims the tip of the barrel, and, with the ease of putting a pizza in a brick oven, slides his rifle into Claire's depths. Her pussy makes a sweet squelch as it accepts the bare metal, clenching up as it contacts the cold surface. She gasps for air, unfamiliar with the shape and sensation inside her. She reaches for her nethers, unsure if she wants it in or out. The goon however, sees this and siezes her hands, pinning them behind her.

"Up-up-up- not so fast sweetie. Were you just reaching for my weapon?"

Hunk perks up, his form coming to life at the sound of his subordinate. He responds to him.

"That's grounds for a restrained cavity search. Better hold her mighty still for this."

He lurches forward onto the ground, one hand outstretched to grab Claire's hair. With the other, he lowers his rifle into her mouth, as her face contorts in fear. Her protests become gargled vocalizations as the metal scrapes past her teeth and into her soft fleshy throat.

"Any use of force of any kind and I will pull this trigger, am I clear?"


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Claire's eyes remain fixated on her perpetrator, her pupils shrunken in fear. Her nostrils flare up as they become the sole passage for air into her quickly paling body. The lackey, on the other hand, is still busy at work easing his rifle deeper and deeper into her sex, the efforts of which folds her leg up higher and higher on her body to the point where her knee brushes against the cold floor of the alleyway and arches her rear up above her torso. The pumping of the gun's barrel stirs against her pussy like a pot of mac and cheese with very similar sounds, making Claire's eyes roll back against her wishes. Her stifled moans are muffled and reverberate up the foregrip of hunks weapon lodged well into her neck now, her breath and breasts swaying with each gulp of oxygen. Through the lewd squelching, Hunk's underling speaks up.
"Hey boss, I don't think I'm reaching deep enough in there, mind hoisting her up real quick?"

Hunk gestures with his head and slides his rifle out of Claire's mouth. She breathes, relieved of her airway obstruction. The other gun in her privates also comes out of her other hole, slick and shiny with her fluids against the darkness of the night.

Claire's breathing doesn't remain unobstructed for long however, as Hunk gets a grip of her neck and lifts her up, her toes dangling inches off the ground.

Her panic begins anew, her hands fighting against the one holding her hostage. She chokes, struggling to stay conscious. She doesn't struggle for long as the underling reorients his grip on his rifle and drives it back into Claire's depths, sending a shock through her body again. The shock isn't terrible as the metal was still warm with her body heat, but a new sensation arrives at her senses: pain. The lackey heaves the metal gun against her, digging into her inner flesh. Claire sputters with each push against her, until a muted pop sounds out inside her and her left eye erupts in a jet of blood.


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Her body goes limp as all her strength leaves her. Her mouth goes slack, not needing to fight for air any longer. Her arms slap against her sides, having failed to fend off Hunk's monster grip. Her limbs dangle like windchimes on a quiet day. Her blood and sex juices mingle on their way down the barrel of her murder weapon, creating a glimmering path down her body and metal shapes


"Quit messing around, we had an execution warrant anyway."

Hunk's subordinate chuckles, sliding his weapon out of Claire's corpse for the last time.

"Ah well, that was fun. Say, I don't suppose they gave any instructions on how to get rid of the body, did they?"

Hunk shakes his head.

"Nope. And it's a long ways back to HQ."

"Some entertainment on the trip home?"

Hunk lugs the pretty cadaver over his shoulder, it's mounds jiggling and it's limbs swinging.

"Better than an in-flight movie."


Does the gun have a forward sight that might have needed extra push to get in!
Good one


A second shot out through the tits?


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Star Wars: The Death of the Last Jedi
Art by BadgerSFM
Story by Sinbad

After her overwhelming victory on the lost Sith Home world of Xiegal, Rey felt compelled to honor her master Luke Skywalker. As the Galaxy-wide celebration was finishing up, the only currently living Jedi respectfully parted ways with General Poe and embraced Finn, telling him that she would return shortly. Hopping in Luke’s own vintage X-wing starfighter, the hope of the Jedi waited for Artoo to be loaded and waved goodbye to her friends. Firing up the quad engines, Rey rotated the legendary vessel into the correct path for a fast Jump into Hyperspace. Seeing the vast map of stars stretch around her, Rey sucked in a deep breath and let the excitement of flying wash over her. Seeing the jungle floor vanish, she waited for the desert world of Tattooine to appear.

The whitewashed sands of the planet-wide desert appeared in Rey’s cockpit. Scanning the planet’s surface on her scanner, she saw the old Lars Homestead on Tatooine’s eastern side. Making her approach, Rey’s projector lit up and none other than Lando Calrissian’s handsome face appeared.

“Rey, since you’re entering Tatooine, there is a certain matter I would like you to attend to. Zorba the Hutt has returned from obscurity and has been gaining power ever since the Empire’s fall.”

Rey respectfully let the good general continue.

“I must warn you; he is by far one of the most dangerous Hutt gangsters to operate continuously since the Clone Wars. Proceed with caution, as we can’t chance losing you to his machinations. Just find out where he is and we will send in a strike team to bring him to justice once and for all. Oh, a final word, his son Jabba was slain by Leia herself.”

Rey’s breath was caught in her throat. “The general killed a Hutt? How?” The idea itself took her by surprise. Even on a backwater world like Jaaku, the famed durability of the Hutt species was well known.

“Now that was an inspired moment.” Lando said. “Jabba the Hutt had her chained to his dais. It was a poor choice for him however, since she wrapped that same chain around his throat and strangled him.”

A look of concern covered his face.

“Zorba won’t go down that easily I’m afraid. He took the lesson of his son’s death and avoided that mistake. He even had Leia dead to rights at one point, tormenting her with the ways he was going to torture her and then kill her for what she had done to his son. It will not be easy bringing him to justice.”

Rey shuddered again at the idea of Leia being in a Huttese torture chamber, let alone what would have been in store for her had she not escaped. Nodding at Lando, she shut down the projector and quickly looked up Zorba’s large file. A native of Nal Hutta, hed had left as a larva and built up his own criminal enterprise before his skin had even changed to green! The first photo provided showed a flowing mess of white braids in his youth but a more recent picture showed that he had gone clean shaven, as if to honor his son. Reading further along, her research was cut short as the split in her flight plan approached.

Rey bit her lip, anxious to lay both Luke and Leia’s treasured lightsabers to rest in the shadow of his home. Lando’s request was not unreasonable however and she thought simply locating an old Hutt wouldn’t be too difficult. Letting out a deep sigh, Rey diverted her flight plan and flew towards the rising suns, eager to get back to her personal mission. Finding the old Imperial base proved simple enough, as its sharp, mass-produced angles had yet to be enveloped by the sweeping sands. Landing and exiting her craft, Rey left Leia’s and her newest blade in the cockpit, taking Luke’s blade for one final mission. A force of habit made her take her staff as well, as she was still far more proficient with the modified pipe. Breathing in the scalding air of the evaporated world, she waved her hand and let the force open the doors to the Imperial structure.

The light from outside filled the cold hallway with blinding light from the 2 suns, showing Rey that the walls were not bare metal but stacked stone.

“Where did they find all these?” Thought Rey.

Entering the base, she gasped as the durasteel doors slammed shut and robbed her of the majority of natural light. What she could see was provided by large holes in the ceiling that showed where the ceiling stones had once been. Shuddering slightly, Rey’s hand went to Luke’s blade and snatched it from her belt. Igniting the blade, Rey crept forwards slowly, left hand on her staff while she held the bright blade up with her right. A brunt of Imperial flags were hanging from a wall, the white gears of the past shining brightly in the blue light of her weapon. Sensing a presence with her in the supposedly abandoned base, Rey reached out with the force and felt a heavy breath, heard the whirling of a gear and most disturbingly, a deep guttural laugh. Waving the Lightsaber around, she saw nothing but more flag and a monitor.

Approaching the terminal, Rey let her fingers glade over the keyboard. Getting a rough outline of the base, she memorized the twists and turns and stood, the feeling of dread she had just felt growing stronger and stronger. Snapping her head from side to side, the Jedi still saw nothing but the next corner and reached out once again. The heavy breathing was growing louder and getting closer but that was all she felt in her vicinity. Confident she was not alone, she turned and sped towards the next turn, eager to get away from the presence until she knew what exactly was following her. Stopping as the corner cut once again, she stopped and let a smirk cover her face.

“Why am I running? She thought to herself “I’m a Jedi after all, nothing is impossible for me!”

With that sudden boost of self-confidence, Rey spun on her heel and went back to the corridor, standing before the brunt of flags with her back to the dimly lit hallway.

Unlike her predecessors, Rey’s own confidence was yet to be fully earned. Even with her titanic victory on Xeigol, she still had yet to win all on her own. Dropping her staff onto the sandy floor, Rey raised the weapon up in her practiced style. The presence she had just left was growing closer, she knew it. From its smell, it was not a pleasant beast either. When a blast of hot breath graced her loose hair, Rey kept her smirk and twisted. Ready to strike, her attack was cut short when a pair of massive green hands wrapped around her bare shoulders and squeezed! Rey let out a rare cry of pain, feeling as if her bones were about to break! Flipping the Lightsaber to an icepick grip, Rey stabbed backwards past her hip and heard the unique sound of pure plasma penetrating flesh. When the pressure from her arms released, she turned to see none other than a Gamorrean lying dead before her. Before she could inspect the fallen creature, a sharp sense of exhaustion overcame her. Looking at her arm, she gasped and prodded the needle of a thick syringe that had been jammed into her shoulder. Feeling her legs give out from under her, Rey collapsed atop the reeking alien.


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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.


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“AAAAHHHHHHHHH YOU BASTARDS!” was all she could manage as the Gamorrean took hold of her waist and rammed her lithe body onto its cock!

The bludgeon-like cock tore through her hymen and smashed into her cervix with one fell push, forcing the Jedi to rock back and forth in the larger guard’s grip. As her eyes shot open and she gulped at the large bulge pressing out of her tight midsection, seeing it sink back and press in again. The violent thrusts of an inexperienced lover wracked her frame, sending shockwaves out all over her with every painful thrust of the alien cock. As her eyes filled with tears, Rey reached out once again and felt only the weakest tendrils of the force. Taking hold of them, her efforts were crushed yet again! This time by her rapist squeezing her torso with enough force to expel the air in her lungs. Twisting and squirming with effort, Rey bounced her body up and down, desperate to dislodge herself from the dick raping her. Her attempts only succeeding in aiding her abuser.

With a final, decisive push, Rey felt the pig push in all the way to her womb before ejaculating hard. The thick alien sperm filled her, stuffing her pussy with an entire pint of the cream. As her breathing became less hectic and the guard slipped free of her gaping cunt, a huge dollop of Gamorrean cum fell from her pussy and spattered onto the floor of the cell, the pearly texture mixing with the sand. As she felt the sheer exhaustion from earlier return, Rey heard Zorba say something in Huttese. Craning her head back as far as she could, she saw that the floating droid was training its visual lense upon her.

The old Hutt crime lord shucked his smoothly shaved head at the larger Gamorrean, urging him to rape the Jedi filth as well. The guard holding her simply transferred his prey into the hands of his smaller colleague before circling Rey’s suspended form and assumed the position. Lining up with her cum-filled pussy, the second guard thrust in fully and created an even larger bulge underneath Rey’s groin! The smaller guard was having more difficulty in keeping Rey restrained, even letting a squeaky groan escape his open mouth. As Rey’s fit body shuddered and twisted with every thrust of her current rapist, Zorba watched with intense interest, even salivating his thick mucus as another jettison of pig cum flooded her womb to the point of over-flowing! The guard ripped is monstrous member free and resumed his place, pinning Rey into the air as Zorba chuckled.


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“The great Zorba thanks you. That was absolutely thrilling to watch. Your performance has changed the great Zorba’s mind in fact.” Rey’s pain-stricken mind struggled to comprehend what the droid was saying. “You will be given the honor of remaining here, in her chambers for as long as she wishes. The great Zorba would also like to congratulate you, as not many are impressive enough to remain here as his prisoner. Now Jedi, are you ready to begin?”

Rey put the thought together in her mind. “Stay here? As a prisoner? What more can he possibly take from me!” A line of dry spit left her full lips as she spat at the droid. “Tell your master that I will never submit! Soon enough I will break from this cage, kill these pigs and take his head!”

Rey’s fury poured out of her, the weak tendrils of the force growing stronger as her anger built. Reaching out with her mind, Rey’s eyes seemed to change color, if momentarily. The walls of the cell shifted as the mortar keeping the brick burst into powder, spraying the guards with sandstone. Before she could annihilate everyone present however, the droid had one last clarification.

“I forgot to mention Jedi, the great Zorba’s prisoners aren’t alive.” The Hutt in question chuckled and said something else to the droid. “My Master has other matters to attend to but wants you to know he will be seeing you very soon.” The droid then spoke to the Guards still holding her in place and uttered a simple command. “Kill her now but keep her head intact.”

The shock washed over her face, replacing her tired expression.

“Wait no! You can’t! I can…”

Rey’s voice was cut off as the Gamorrean holding her by her wrists swung her entire body up over his head. The pressure on her wrists only intensified as her clothed ankles were grabbed as well. Rey let out a fateful whimper as she felt her spine itself stretch and flex, the powerful tendons and sleek muscles struggling against the overwhelming force being placed on them. A small tear rolled down her face as her skin itself began to stretch and warp. Something inside of her snapped, sending her into a convulsion of unique agony, unfelt by all but the most unfortunate of souls. The bones in her wrists cracked and splintered beneath the skin, mirrored by her ankles.

With a final, desperate effort, Rey tensed her entire body, forcing every fiber of flesh she possessed to turn into bands of dura-steel. Feeling the power of the force finally reach her fully, the Jedi clenched her broken hands into tight fists and focused her power on the Gamorrean stretching her apart. Bashing her way into his pitifully weak mind, Rey ordered him to one thing and one thing only.

“Release me NOW!”

With the order spoken, the guard did indeed release her, snapping his arms towards his side and in doing so, ripped the Last Jedi completely in half as she looked on in horror.


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Rey’s mental hold over the simple alien vanished as her entrails burst from the torn seam of her once-smooth skin. The Gamorrean, disturbed by the odd feeling stomped its foot down and swung both halves to its bulging sides. Tossing her bisected legs to the sandy floor, the guard held her torso by the scruff of her neck and growled at her agonized face. The snot running from the Guard’s mouth did little to get Rey’s attention, as she was gazing in horror as her slick entrails were dropping out of her like smooth strands of rope. Using what little strength she had left, Rey lifted her petrified face to meet her killer’s gaze. Raising her ruined hands slowly, Rey weakly tried to blast the Gamorrean with a force push, only serving to ruffle his fur covering instead. The pig-like creature cocked his head in confusion and assumed that his quarry was trying-somehow-to fight him. Chuckling with amusement, the Gamorrean twitched his powerful fingers and slugged her in the stump of her gut.

Any hope Rey had of passing peacefully abandoned her as more of her insides flopped out. Looking up to glare at her killer with a mixture of rage and agony on her face, the dying Jedi reached out with a sudden resolve to slap the guard. The force of will once used to power her overbearingly strong connection to the Force now served as a final reserve to spite the bastard. Whipping her shattered hand into the guard’s face, the Jedi lacked the strength to scream for the addition pain she herself had caused and slumped down in her vice of green flesh. Letting out a final gasp of breath from her torn lungs, Rey was finally snuffed out.

Rey’s lifeless torso flopped to the floor in gruesome fashion while the 2 guards fiddled with her belongings. Taking hold of her staff, the smaller of the pair smacked his larger brethren on the head with it. The larger Gamorrean chuckled with amusement and took the weapon away, swatting his comrade on the arm. Finished with the staff for the moment, the pair spotted the polished hilt of her forgotten lightsaber. Glancing at one another, the pair grappled and squealed as they dashed towards the weapon. The Larger guard used his bulk to bully the smaller aside and took hold of the weapon. Due to his massive hands hitting the ignition switch, the bumbling fool stabbed himself in the foot and dropped the saber, grabbing his foot and squealing in pain. The smaller one let out a grunting barrage of outrageous laughter, holding his large belly as if to support the air in its lungs. Stopping and grabbing the shiny hilt, it made sure the emitter was facing up and hit the switch.

Still chuckling at his wounded comrade, the smaller guard turned back to the desecrated torso of the Jedi. Recalling what the droid had told him, the Gamorrean clumsily swung the hazardous blade around, slowly becoming familiar with its heft. Turning back to Rey, he swung the saber and lazily lopped off her head. Shutting the blade off, the guard hooked the loop on the hilt to a hook on his belt. Stooping over, the Gamorrean plucked Rey’s severed head from the floor and pondered what to do with it. Prodding her slack face and moving her open eyes to look around the cell, the alien saw her staff leaning against the wall and felt an idea form. Grabbing the staff, he set the tip to the smooth opening of the Jedi’s exposed throat and pressed.

The bulbous tip of the staff slid into her throat smoothly, with Rey’s open mouth serving as an indicator for how much deeper her could go. Pleased with the macabre staff, the Guard helped his comrade to his feet and grabbed Rey’s severed legs. Seeing the other playfully slap the corpse’s tits, he let out a loud grunt that-in their tongue-was a vague threat to get moving. Grunting with annoyance at the smaller Gamorrean’s brashness, the larger plucked the Jedi’s gory torso from the ground and wagged his head at the smaller. The other guard refused however, grunting once more as if to say, “Just make it fast.”

The larger piggy shrugged and freed his slug-like cock once again, shifting the mutilated torso in such a way that slipping into the mess of her chest would be simple. Feeling the Jedi’s cracked spine scrape along his thick penis, the Gamorrean felt the resistance of a human diaphragm hit his member. Resting his massive hands on the slim shoulders, the guard pressed down hard and finally pierced the tough muscle! Rapid thrusts turned Rey’s organs into bloody chunks of stringy muscle, the sheer brutality of the act forcing her very bones to flex and bend forwards. For the guard, his actions served as vengeance for the thumb-sized hole in his foot. Seeing his comrade’s foot begin to stomp on the bloody sand, the larger grunted and squealed, ramming in harder and faster, the larger swapped between thrusting up into the torso and lifting and dropping said toy. After another 2 minutes of this he finally came. As the thick semen dribbled from the desecrated torso, the guard nodded and chuckled before tossing Rey’s arms over his shoulders, using them as backpack straps. Finally satisfied with their complete domination of the Jedi scum, the pair headed to Zorba’s personal chamber.

The ancient Hutt loud out a batch of raucous laughter as the Jedi’s fate was revealed to him in full. Rey’s severed head gracing the top of her staff. Her final expression of rage and terror was dwarfed by her cum-dripping halves. Zorba calmed himself and directed the two guards to drop her bisected corpse at the base of his large belly, well withing reaching distance. As the guttural words flowed from his massive mouth the two Gamorreans took their places beside the doorway, pleased to hold the Jedi’s staff as the nearly stripped remains were salivated over. Zorba grabbed her torso first, lapping his tongue over her meager breasts before focusing on the oddly erect nipples. Dropping her torso to the ground, Zorba reached for the shapely legs resting against him and opened wide.

Dropping her ruined lower half in and biting down, Zorba sucked in what little blood was left in her legs. Getting a majority of her lower appendages down quickly enough, he waved the guard holding Rey’s staff over and ripped it from the piggy’s hand. Resting the base on the dais, Zorba gazed into the lifeless eyes of the Jedi’s severed head. Seeing her top half lying on the stone of his bed, he shrugged and plucked the head from the tip, ordering his guards to ram her remains onto the weapon as well. The handy hole that the larger Gamorrean had made in her diaphragm helped immensely, letting the tip of the staff slid smoothly from the stump of her neck. Tossing the head back to a guard, Zorba watched as Rey was mounted once again before taking the staff.


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With Rey sliding through his digestive tract, Zorba could no longer contain his laughter. Vile green spittle flew from his huge mouth and peppered Rey’s severed head and top half. Seeing the spit roll down her sagging face like a macabre cumshot, the Huttese gangster raised up the staff and slammed it down, causing a crack to form in the stone of his dais large enough the rest the long weapon into securely. Seeing that his latest prize wasn’t going anywhere, Zorba rolled forwards and activated the large tank behind him. As the vat stirred to life, he took the staff and dropped it inside. Watching closely as the bacta-preservative mix turned the weak flesh into a strong polymer, Zorba removed the weapon and its end-pieces. Re-mounting his latest and greatest trophy at his side, the victorious crime lord let out a final gleeful laugh. Finally, after all these years the Jedi were no more!


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Art by BadgerSFM
Story by Sinbad

The sense of dread that filled Rey was unlike any of the harrowing encounters she had encountered on Jakku. Tugging against Maz’s strong grip and gripping her staff, she cursed herself for agreeing to follow the impish alien underneath the palace. The pair reached an old wooden door with seemingly pure threads of dread poking from behind the slats. Maz saw her hesitation and made the move for the scavenger. Pulling on the large ring, the door opened. The storage room on the other side did little to calm Rey as her focus was drawn towards a plain box. Kneeling and grasping the clasp with fumbling fingers, she flipped the led and balked at a ridged cylinder. Holding her staff softly, she knew that without a doubt it was the source of all her tension. Looking back at the short alien barkeep, Rey reached down and took hold of the shining shaft.

In an instant, Rey was blasted throughout time itself. The flashing images were too much to take in but a burning temple, a man dressed in black and an old R2 unit stuck in her head. When time stopped flowing, she found herself laying on a floor of smooth durasteel. Standing up, she saw that the saber was still in her hand. The overall shape of the hanger looked similar, like an ISD’s hanger but cleaner. The clacking of duraplast boots drew her attention as a squad of Stormtroopers were charging in. Oblivious to what she was holding, she fumbled and hit the large gold switch. A beam of blue plasma burst from the top with enough force to stop the advancing troopers. Another set of footsteps joined the chorus before her however, followed by heavy breathing.

A massive man clad in black enveloped a doorway with a similar shaft in his fist. As he drew nearer, Rey’s frightened mind put a few pieces together and recoiled as it was none other than Darth Vader! A beam of Red drew from his cylinder as he approached swiftly. Rey, feeling pure adrenaline flowing through her body let out a cry and charged! Her staff hit the floor as she sprinted and swung her new weapon at him.


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Vader’s blade met hers as he effortlessly parried her weak strike and extended his hand in response. Rey flew backwards towards the troopers, her crudely made shirt in tatters. Standing and ripping the ruined fabric away, she charged forwards once more and jumped. Vader’s abilities held her in place just as Rey was in midair. Closing his first, he squeezed her throat with the force and twisted his mutilated face into a sneer as she clutched at her throat. Seeing 2 troopers get close, he shucked his domed head at the dropped staff. The two troopers, already known by Vader for their sheer ingenuity with torture understood his silent command. Taking hold of the weapon, the duo saw that this wannabe half-naked Jedi wasn’t going anywhere.


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Yanking her tight pants down around her ankles, the 2 had a clear shot at her vulnerable sex. Prodding the tight cunt with the thinner tip, they both knew the task was beyond them. Luckily for them, a security droid had just entered the area for assistance. Calling the droid over, the stepped back and watched as the Jedi’s eyes went wide with pure shock as the droid grabbed her treasured weapon and effortlessly rammed the bulbous end up her virgin ass instead!

Rey’s containment allowed her to do one thing; scream. A loud, piercing shriek filled the air as her untouched anus was ripped to shreds and her colon was stretched to the point of bursting. The ropes of her entrails gave way to the point as the point hammered against her pulsing diaphragm. The tough muscle gave way as well, allowing her staff to ram itself directly through her heart, nearly killing her immediately. Her neck bulged out and her jaw opened as if still screaming, allowing the blunt tip to finally slide clear of her lips. In a matter of seconds, Rey was fully impaled on her own staff and was hoisted over the shoulder of the hulking security droid like a macabre kebab. Vader released her remains and left swiftly, having no doubt about the dead Jedi’s fate. As the lightsaber Rey still had clenched in her hand rolled free, she was pulled back through time, all the way to the present and right back to Takodana.


The nearly nude corpse thudded to the floor right in front of Maz’s stunned little face. Still in shock as Han and Chewie came down the check on her, the 3 all stopped and looked what had happened to the overly capable fighter to leave her in such a state. Maz, seeing this as her problem handed Han a marker for the Resistance base and told him no uncertain terms to leave and never return. As the two quickly backed away to make sure that Finn would be escorted out of the cantina, Maz worked quickly and dragged the sloppy body down the incinerator.


ah always good to see some impaling


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Creative Solutions
Artwork by BadgerSFM
Story by mmmmph

“The paralyzing agent won’t be wearing off anytime soon. Lucky for you, I didn’t have enough to stop you from breathing or talking. Funny how that works out.”

The dark knight growls out, the sound bouncing around the abandoned warehouse, lit only by the light of a few cracked flood lights. He jumps down from his vantage point with cat-like agility as Christie rouses, her eyes darting around in an attempt to make sense of her surroundings. She tries to maintain a brave face, but her racing breath gives her away. Her voluptuous chest heaves as she does her best to look down at her naked body without being able to move her neck. Her bare feet are utterly unresponsive as they dangle limply from the chains holding her. Her plump flesh in her thighs and calves are completely slack, pulled taut with her body weight.

The caped crusader closes in with a confident stride, unused wooden pallets and old newspapers crunching underneath him. One of his gloved hands captures a handful of Christie’s snow-white hair and raises her head parallel to the ground. Her pupils shrink, realizing the extent of her bondage. Her eyebrows almost touch each other in concern.

“In case you needed a better assessment of your situation.”

In the midst of her despair, Batman snatches one of her breasts and kneads it around in his hand, familiarizing himself with the shape and sensation. Her mouth comes agape with her shock and lack of muscle control.


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“You’re pretty resilient to conventional interrogation. I’ll give you that. So I got a little creative.”

Christie’s piercing blue eyes continue to jump around, coming to a stop when she hears a click. Batman’s toolbelt clatters to the ground along with his waist armor. She blinks as his penis unfurls against her cheek with a heavy thud like a dead body falling out of a closet. He swings his hips gently, nudginging her soft pale skin with his girth.

“Feel free to tell me who sent you after me. Hopefully I’ll have an opportunity to listen.”

He pinches her chin between his forefinger and thumb and pops her mouth open with ease, letting forth a slew of drool and saliva that Christie had had no control over. Her eyes jitter in anticipation, staring right down the barrel of Batman’s tool, huffing her hot breath on its head. One last gyration of his hips sends the head of his hardness into the warm, wet embrace of her mouth, but not before being deflected off of the youthful flesh of her glimmering lips. Her lips drag against the length of his rod until it comes to a stop as the entrance of her mouth collides with his hips.

As she begins to choke, the dark knight retreats out of her throat with a moist pop. The wet noises continue as he presses his penis against her tongue and thusly into the rest of her mouth. Her cheek protrudes lewdly and deflates as he does a K-turn with his organ and dives back into her neck, producing a lump in her throat. His thrusts accelerate, in speed and frequency, her mouth slick with juices from his precum and her tongue attempting to push his hardness out.

He holds her neck still as he makes a final few pumps into her oral cavity. Christie continues to sputter and gag, as Batman finishes inside. She coughs out some of his seed around the little space available between her lips and his penis, with some droplets escaping with frightening velocity out of her nostrils. Her choking becomes hacking as Batman unplugs her throat; each throaty cough shakes her entire body. Her flesh bouncing around causes her chains to swing around and dangle like a pendulum. A mess of her fluids and his flow out, splatting on the ground with violent force.


“Ruh-… Ra’s-…”

She only manages to gasp out the syllables before Batman plunges his gift back into her mouth, only to wipe off any excess fluids on her lips and tongue before pulling back out to get some on her cheek with a few playful taps, her tender cheeks jiggling in kind. Something comes over him and he turns, putting a finger to his ear.

“Hrm. I’m on my way,” He turns to Christie again. “We’ll continue this at a later date. Don’t go anywhere”

He pulls out a grappling gun and fires it out a window, ziplining away into the night, leaving Christie to ponder her dilemma when a shuffling noise interrupts her thoughts.

"Hello…? Anybody?"


An idea for you to ponder.

In an alternate universe in which Raccoon city isn't destroyed by zombies, Claire Redfield works in the RPD morgue. She is also in an incestuous relationship with Chris. Both are into necrophilia and fuck the corpses in the morgue. One such corpse is that of Katherine Warren, the mayors daughter who OD'd.



If you can't get Katherine, I'd settle for Excella.



you're such a faggot lol


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Thank you Pokedude for helping me improve my SFM work and animating one of my posters



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Pokedude's channel:

My channel:

I'll release the animation tonight.


Sorry I've been a bit quiet. Here is a preview of my latest work in progress. I'm back to working on gore on a full time basis for a while.



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maybe an X-ray view showing the organs destroyed along its path?


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I would have to get some photo editing software. SFM doesn't have the technology to "see through" or "xray" what's going on internally. I do like the idea though :)


Not directly, that's true. However, you can make some parts invisible (e.g. torso) and put flesh, skeleton and organs in (props). It's a bit of work but definitely doable, I did it 1-2 times for movies.

I'm not the one who requested it though, it just crossed my mind :P



Can you upload some sample work? I would love to see what you did


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This was a remake of Drew Gardner's work found here:

I added a several various twists to the scene since two additional Tomb Raider games have come out since he released his masterpiece in 2013. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my artwork!

3D software: Source Film Maker (SFM)
Touchup: Photoshop Express HDR Filter 1 at 20%

For ideas, tips, and if you want to chat with me, I have more art posted in my community:


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Wonder Woman's Execution

This is a remake of ItchyEar's Wonder Woman piece (see below).

In this version, Cheetah had promised Grid a kryptonite upgrade for the retrieval of Wonder Woman's head. It was a rather short fight, Wonder Woman's speed, strength, and dexterity was no match for Grid's superior strength. With a hard pummel to Wonder Woman's abdomen the heroine fell. Diana screamed out in pain as Grid lifted her up by the neck and effortlessly ripped off her head. After her defeat Grid walked off leaving her corpse behind as macabre sex toy and snack for the wolves. Perhaps he would pay a visit to Kara Danvers next.

3D software: Source Film Maker (SFM)
Touchup: Photoshop Express HDR Filter 17 at 20%

Artwork by: BadgerSFM
Check out my artwork here:
Lighting Credit by: Shiftop
Check out his artwork here:

This was a custom piece created for my friend and channel writer SinBad


Not sure if her model is out there but the 2 girls from the first reboot of the Tomb Raider game their heads being used would be awesome!


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More art here:


You mean Lara Croft and Sam? I'm going to make a third and final piece with a ton of gore…

Lara will be hanging by the neck, her corpse will be fucked, and one of her tits will be cut off by Konstantin.

I'll start the work on this after I come up for air. I have 3 other projects I'm working on at the moment.


pull on her tits and bite them before cutting them off please. Perhaps a bit of tit kicking!


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The Fall of Skywalker

A remake of Shabby Blue's work found here:

In this edition, Rey was ambushed and knocked unconscious by a few Gamorrean Guards. She was immediately stripped, collared, and taken before a dangerous Hutt on Tatooine. As Rey began to slowly regaining consciousness, the Hutt quickly impaled her with his tail. The Hutt trusted and continued to wiggle his tail through in the warm, tight, inner vaginal walls of the last Skywalker until the tip of his tail burst out her mouth. The last Jedi was in shock – her stomach was bulging, a strange mixture of blood, slime, and cum began seeping down the Hutt's tail. Rey took her last breath as the Hutt licked his neck meal.

3D software: Source Film Maker (SFM)
Touchup: Photoshop Express HDR Filter 1 at 25%

More artwork here:


We'll see ;)


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The Lady of Worlds and the Flame Sorceress

Artwork by BadgerSFM
Story by Sinbad
Reference art for scene 6 by Seth Cloak81

3D software: Source Film Maker (SFM)
Touchup: Photoshop Express HDR Filters:
#12 at 20% for scenes 1, 2, 3, and 4
#3 at 15% for scene 5
#20 at 20% for scene 6

There are 6 scenes, this is the final one… The story is in my channel.


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Silencing Elsa
Artwork by BadgerSFM
Story by Sinbad

3D software: Source Film Maker (SFM)
Touchup: Photoshop Express HDR Filter 12 at 25%

Elsa's ice magic announced to the old gods that a rival coming from Erindale. Assembling the council of ancients, they enacted the ritual of Zu'ul and focused all of the attention on this new 'Frozen' usurper.
Elsa's day at court came to a swift end as a portal opened up under her throne, sending her through entire dimensions before stopping. Standing up, she looked at her surroundings and found chaos. The sound of a bottle being gulped down drew her attention, nearly as much as the long greatsword in his hand. Elsa barely got a chance to shriek or attack when the black Scottish Cyclops roared in a drunken cry and swung, the blade connecting with her neck and sending her stunned face flying towards the Scout, who in turn hit it with his bat over the Sniper. The Aussie merely grunted and set it aside for the next 4 minutes until the BLU team was running scared. Dropping from his spot, the Sniper saw one body out of place and effortlessly picked it up. Seeing how thin it was, he got an idea.

Scout walked away from the the pop machine buzzing with energy. Passing by the range, he peered inside and cocked an eye at who was there. The Sniper had taken both the head and the body of whoever had landed right smack into the fight and was using the body for a silencer.
Watching with great interest, Scout saw the bulbous barrel of the rifle be rammed up her ass and the trigger be pulled, sending a spurt of gore from her neck and the bullet. All silent as a tomb. Entering, he asked the Sniper for a shot and positively giggles as the big Aussie agreed. Hopping down behind her, Scout winked at the severed head on the table next to him and fired, getting it in the bullseye on the first shot!


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Target Practice

With a quick slice of his blade, Hanzo quickly removed Rapunzel's head. The very last few seconds of Rapunzel's life she knew she fucked up when she let her hair down for The Master Assassin.

3D software: Source Film Maker (SFM)
Touchup: Photoshop Express HDR Filter 20 at 50%


Breasts and hair that defy the laws of gravity show a lack of quality.


One issue with SFM models is that not every aspect of the models can be moved around. Its not a lack of quality, more a lack of positioning ability.


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I agree with you Timon. Badger is not good with his quality or skill. I made this on SFM a while back, I'm not new and if you look closely you can see that the hair moves just fine. In my opinion badger uses a lot of dark lights and his pictures aren't good because he trys to hide the fact hes not good with dark spots.

this is a good example of quality and badger needs to stop making SFM

I will probably make my own channel someday.



"Yo Badger, don't forget to have the hair and breasts react to gravity."

Look, constructive criticism without being a fucking asshole.



I dont appreicate that. If badger doesnt want the feedback then he needs to learn how to make some fucking art right.


The irony is fucking delicious (badgeriscrap)



its called renaming your files. glad you admitted it.



Jesus Christ what the fuck is this abomination?

Why are only tiny strands of hair obeying the laws of gravity? Why is the lighting so unnaturally even? Way to accentuate that uncanny valley. Do you think heads can balance on their tops like that? All these inaccuracies really show a disgusting lack of quality. Shameful really, for someone who claims to not be new at this.

Next time do it better if you don't want my constructive criticism.



I'm gonna assume you're not actually just trolling. Look, nobody starts out as an amazing artist. They make mistakes, and they only get better by making those mistakes and then correcting them. There's no reason to be a dick if you've got feedback.

Anyways, let's ALL cut this short, the thread is starting to get flooded as-is.


Let's not target a new, on the scene, artist that still has some stuff to learn along the way. The pics look fine (especially to me) regardless and I really don't feel like dealing with another toxic troll…


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This is was inspired by one of Ganassa's pieces found here:

After a 72 hour brutal interrogation, Lara Croft caved and gave up the location coordinates to the sacred artifact. Trinity had no more use for the young Tomb Raider and, as promised, ordered her execution to be swift.

3D software: Source Film Maker (SFM)

Touchup: Photoshop Express HDR Filter 6 at 25%

For ideas, tips, and if you want to chat with me, I have more art posted in my community:


Good catch. I did forget to move her hair but I didn't forget to move her tits.


Thank you for the feedback. Ciri isn't the most user friendly model and it's pretty dated. I tried moving the hair but I could only move a few strands.

As seen by this guy: >>38130

Also the bones in her tits don't move very well. Her model isn't the greatest and originally I had no intention of finishing the project because of how horrible the model is. So to back SW Junkie's point, >>38124 not all SFM models are created equally and sometimes you have to work with what you've got.


Sure would like to see your Whiney ass make som sfm shit half as good as bager’s you piece of shit mfers always complaining


It's already handled, no need to call anyone out.



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This is the third and final chapter to Lara's capture and enslavement.

Weeks after Lara's capture, she was bound, gagged, and raped multiple times throughout the day. Both her pussy and ass had become loose and worn; She began to reek of cum and various other bodily fluids. It was time to discard hard remains. Lara Croft – the once great Tomb Raider – was nothing more than a fuck toy and warm bag of meat. She was dragged down to a cellar barely conscience, and hung to die. As a souvenir Konstanin removed one of her breasts while one of his soldiers fucked her corpse one last time.

Rendered in Source Film Maker (SFM)

3D Editing: GIMP

Touchup: Photoshop Express HDR Filter 1 at 33%

For ideas, tips, and if you want to chat with me, I have more art posted in my community:


The best thing to do with trolls is just not even acknowledge they exist.


Yes it has been


Great one fat bag removed. One of the sargents could collect nipples or clits and have them as a necklace.
love the fact she is dirty and used. might have more bruises from the interrogation. Great


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Thrown to the Wolf

Trinity's ultimate contingency plan was called into action soon after their plans in Peru fell through. The last thing that the legendary mercenary code-named "Snake" expected was a final payment to his account and a photo of his next target. The only instructions; Make it hurt. With a few flights, he soon arrived at the Croft Manor itself. Decades of silent infiltration made this one a breeze and soon enough he was standing over. Placing a rag over her face, the young archaeologist awoke with a start but soon quieted and fell into blissful sleep. Grabbing her, Snake followed his orders tot he letter and got started. Letting a smirk cross his face, he hefted the light body over a shoulder and threw her through the window. Lara's flesh was sliced apart, her right breast taking the full force of her weight as she landed on the hard ground far below. No Chloroform amount could keep her asleep at that point and she awoke screaming. Her voice was cut as Snake had seemingly materialized from the shadows, Ramming his boot onto her face hard enough that her eye popped free of the socket. Whistling softly, he watched as his loyal wolf joined him and immediately rammed his snout into her belly, ripping it apart as she watched with her sole working eye. Her entrails were on the ground not long after, each bloody strand being rammed into the wolf's hungry mouth. Snake simply watched, his task unfortunately not involving his own pleasure. After a few more loud smacks of the wolf's tongue, the gory remains of Lara Croft were left on her own front lawn, Snake having completed another mission without being seen.

Rendered in Source Film Maker (SFM)

3D Editing in GIMP

Touchup Photoshop Express HDR Filter 17 at 33%

For ideas, tips, and if you want to chat with me, I have more art posted in my community:

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