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When Elizabeth saw the Cunt Basher 3000 sitting on the shelf of her local toy shop, she felt her body melt at the sight. She threw her money at the cashier before they even had time to go over the warnings, and she went home with the boxed up dildo promptly. She kicked the door open to her apartment and set the toy down on her coffee table. She sighed as she pushed the door shut and locked it, leaving her to her lustful needs.

The chestnut flavor of the air from her excessive use of air fresheners filled her nostrils. She relaxed at the feeling, understanding that she was home after a long day of detective work. She pushed off the door, pulling her blouse off on her way to her prize. Today was a rough one, but as she kicked off her boots, she was ready to let her hair loose and relax on her couch. She felt her long crimson hair drap down her back as she pulled the tie out, right before unbuckling her pants and flopping on the couch.

“Ah,” she cooed, sinking into the soft fabric. She relied on the cushions as if they held all her stresses for her, spending a few good minutes relaxed in her underwear. It was a calming sensation, as the aches of the day slowly rose through her limbs, hours of standing, writing, investigating, and all of that now cast aside. After a couple more seconds of flooding those tiring chores out of her mind, she focused on the box before her.

She cut it open to reveal the dildo that was on display at the shop. It was about the length of her forearm, with a girth that could never fit in her mouth without dislocating her jaw. It was hot pink, and had considerable weight to it when she picked it up. She traced the imitation of veins running down the shaft, reaching the pair of balls the size of her fist. The silicone was smooth as she gave it a couple experimenting strokes. 

Elizabeth licked her lips as she felt her pussy grow wet. She couldn’t handle imagining this thing inside her anymore, and was determined to make it a reality. She spread her legs, getting into a more comfortable position before fishing something else out of the box. It came with a bottle of lube and an instruction manual. She tossed the pamphlet aside and squirted the silky substance all over the massive phallus. She rubbed it all over until the dick was glistening in the light and the lube greased her hands completely. It looked beautiful, like a glimmering trophy welcoming her to a world of bliss.

She pulled her panties off quickly, the damp folds beneath aching for attention. She set her fingers across her pussy for little bit first, rubbing it delicately to get it nice and warmed up. With the day at the end, Eliza was free to let her voice out, openly moaning by the first couple strokes of her fingers. Her sensitive mound tensed at her teasing, but she did her best to resist the urge to slip her digits inside. She wanted that honor saved specifically for her new toy. Until then, she squirmed on the couch, reeling from her own actions.

After she was sure her cunt was perfectly drenched, she reluctantly slipped her nails away. Her lower lips cried for more, and she made sure to deliver by pressing the tip of the dick right up against them. She didn’t notice it at first, but looking down, she saw that the head actually had a small hole like a urethra. She’d seen that before on some dildoes she was window shopping. Apparently this particular brand stores a single use cum pack inside the base, and the dick had sensors that would tell when she was close to orgasm.

Not wishing to keep it waiting, she pressed the phallus into her with more force, going until the tip slipped inside her slick folds. “Fuck,” she huffed as it filled her core, crushing against her cervix in a way that caused her legs to go numb. It was pathetically taking control of her, but she didn’t care. Every echo of pleasure she gave was a melody to her ears. She slipped a hand under her sports bra, cupping one of her tits as she pushed the dick inside, taking it inch by inch.

She felt her insides burning by the time she felt the fake balls meet her ass, a small bulge appearing below her abs. The feeling overwhelmed her, hitting all her favorite spots like it was a wizard of desire. It took a lot of effort to take it out to the tip again, and even more to simply reinsert the pink dildo. She thrust it in, and sqeualed like a pig. Then she took a breath and pushed it out again, wheezing as it empty her cunt. She’d taken bigger, but never without so little preparation. She could feel her orgasm reaching out for her under the surface, attempting to pull her into the land of pure ecstasy. It was an offer from the devil herself, and Elizabeth was ready to be a devout follower.

Eliza kept going, turning three pumps into ten, going for five or six minutes uninterrupted. Her body shone with sweat as her session demanded more and more energy. Her resistance wavered with one final push in, as she felt her floodgates open up and clamp down around the member inside her. She arched her back and jerked about as her climax ripped through her body and made her quake on the phallus trapped inside her cunt.

As she kicked rapidly, the dildo’s sensor’s caught her closing walls, and in response, it ejected the false cum that it was storing, shooting up into her womb with several dangerous pumps. She felt it filling her up and warming her stomach. The relief felt incredible for the first few seconds, then she felt tired. More tired than she should’ve been. Like her muscles were slacking and her bones turned brittle. Maybe she should’ve read the fine print, because just as her pussy was loosening from her climax, she felt her throat swell up.

She glanced over to actually read the box, and when she did, she wanted to punch herself for not looking at it sooner. Right there as the tag line, it read, “For One Last Fuck!: Poison filled cum pack to give you an exciting demise!” Her eyes faltered after reading that, her hand desperate to pull the phallus out.

It did her no good, as her hands went numb, falling asleep in an eternal rest. Her throat was closing, yet something began bubbling up. Her chest panged as her heart was doing everything it could to prevent a total collapse, a fools run with how active the venom was. Foam poured out her mouth as she spasmed, her eyes twisting in pain as the dildo’s reserves drained into her body, shutting down the beating organ before moving to her brain, which didn’t take much more effort to disable. One moment, she was enjoying her evening after work. The next, she became another positive review for the new Cunt Basher 3000, as the device sent a signal to post a five star review about the product right before shutting down for good, embedded in Elizabeth’s snatch.

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The heavy breathing of Lord Vader kept Captain Grav in check. She was ever conscious of her stance, ensuring she was perfectly firm in her attention towards the Emperor’s right hand. The dark leader strode through the lines of troopers without a drop of care, approaching the front of the assembly where Grav and the star destroyer’s commander both waited for him. Grav couldn’t describe it, but there was a dark aura that circled the mysterious warrior, one that sent trembles down her spine. But she held firm, her helmet tucked under her right arm so that her eyes weren’t hidden from Vader.

The dark lord stopped short, and glanced at the two of them. He waited for three long, very audible breaths, before his thundering voice escaped his helmet, “You’re actions have costed my hunt gravely, Commander Kilian. Because of you, the rebels managed to escape with three newly built hyperdrives they will use to evade us.”

“My apologies, Lord Vader,” Kilian stammered out, a thin line of sweat curling down her forehead. She stared right into his masks red eye sockets, and the tall warrior appeared to be looking through her, “But I vowed to find these rebel scum if it will mean my redemp-agh!” She tried to plea, before some force grappled to her neck. Or it seemed like it, as Kilian clutched her throat like she were strangling herself. She fell to her knees as Vader lifted his hand up from his side, fingers curled in towards each other.

“There is no redemption for a rebel sympathizer,” He scowled, watching her cough and wheeze for air she would never taste again, “Do not think I would not find out your intentions. You are not as quick witted as the force,” He growled, stepping towards her and looking down. There was a desperation in her eye, one of pure fear as her limbs gave out, “I knew you would let them pass the blockade. Those hyperdrives have trackers and are incredibly unstable. When they return to their fleet, we will find them, and when they try to escape, those drives will explode, killing everyone you thought you would save today.”

The terror and realization shone on her face, just as it was starting to turn blue. Then, as if he had a sense of mercy, Vader released his hold, and Kilian felt her lungs give way to a ragged sigh, falling to the floor to recover her energy, “But I want you to watch your failure. See as your supposed friends die because of your support. I will not kill you yet,” He then turned to Grav, who didn’t let her body betray her internal emotions. It was for nothing, however, as she knew all too well of the dark lord’s psychic abilities, “Your second in command however, will serve my anger in your place. Watch as a loyal soldier dies for you, Commander.” 

He stepped away from the reeling commander, and stood face to face with Grav. He was a head taller than her, and that fact made her a little aroused. She could guess where Vader was going with this, and damn did she want it to happen. Her loyalty to the Empire was resolute, but the thrill of death always was what kept her going, imagining her demise and cumming at night to the fantasies. Those fantasies, which seemed to now involve being force choked because of her commander’s actions.

“Remove your clothing, Captain. I know you enjoy this,” he ordered, Grav instantly moving into action. He could read her like a book, and in moments she had her body displayed for her entire battalion. And there was no fooling anyway about how horny this got her. Her stiff nipples and soaked thighs gave away too much. She set the last of her armor on the ground in a neat pile, then returned to attention before the intimidating dark lord, “Now, die for your Empire,” he declared after a thorough inspect, lifting his hand and directly grabbing her throat.

He raised her up into the air, displaying superhuman strength as he closed his fist around her throat. She didn’t even try to hide the moan that wheezed out of her, her body instinctively kicking around and fighting. Air was trapped in her lungs, and they began to burn with a vengeance. She felt herself getting wetter by the moment, pleasing Vader significantly. She thought back to her engagements, every time she had a bolt go by, and wanted to move fast enough to catch it. All those combat operations, ending by the metal hand of the dark lord.

Her face burned up as oxygen failed to reach her brain, and yet Vader still held her up, not giving her the privilege of life that Kilian had temporarily. Tears welled up in her eyes, orgasmic fury flooding through her as the fading lifesigns sent her over the edge. She sprayed her juices into the air, the lord making sure none of her filthy death-loving squirts got onto his boots.

She flailed until the energy in her bones crept away, and her eyes rolled into their sockets. Her face froze in a silent moan before she went limp, Vader sensing her life force slip away. Then, once she was gone, he unceremoniously tossed her lifeless corpse into the walkway that the troopers made for him, Grav crashing limp across the hangar floor. As she left life, Kilian dreaded the rest of hers, watching from the ground as Vader offered both her and Grav up to the storm troopers she betrayed, allowing them to encircle and rape both of them the entire journey to the rebel fleet.

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Elizabeth was about to put her earbuds in to lose herself when someone tapped her shoulder. The soft pull of the vehicle rumbled through the cabin as she turned to face a rather charming looking man. He smirked at her, towering above her with a look in his eyes. She recognized it, lust crawling out his motions as he grabbed her chin with one hand, making her feel a little too comfortable.

“Hey, girlie,” he said, sounding it out like it was a growl. She shivered as he eyed her like a piece of meat, “I’ve been watching you for a while now. You got a good head on your shoulders. How about you get on your knees now and give me it?”

“I like a man who can take charge,” Eliza chuckled as she processed the words, looking down to see a mighty dent in the man’s pants. They were in public, but it wasn’t like it mattered. Public buses had that sort of casual nature to them. She glanced around, and most of the passengers were either sleeping, on their phones, or some trying to be sneaky and pretend they were watching porn with a low volume on. With no one to disturb her, she simply obeyed, getting down on the floor until her face was in line with the bulge, “How about I check out what I’m working with?”

“No need, slut,” he growled again, his bold tone creating a damp spot in Elizabeth’s pants, “Just close your eyes and open that mouth of yours.”

“Yes sir!” She said a little too loud. She let her jaw go loose as she sealed herself into darkness, only able to hear the sound of a belt coming undone, and the shifting of metal. She waited patiently, staying as still as possible for the moment her lips would be invaded with a thick cock. She was salivating at the anticipation. But the wait dragged on a little long, and she was confused, feeling the man’s presence still there. What was he waiting for?

She was about to peak when she felt a sharp pain suddenly overwhelm her. It came from her neck, and she lost feeling below that point. Elizabeth slid off something, her own body, before a pair of hands grabbed her and pulled her mouth finally onto the member she was waiting for. She opened her eyes, confused at how easily the man was manipulating her, and how little control she had to bob herself up and down. Her hair flowed below her, where her back would’ve caught it. Now her red locks moved freely as she felt the man’s dick pry out of her neck.

Eliza’s eyes rolled back as the blood loss took hold, but that didn’t stop the man from pounding her severed skull. She was just as pretty dead as she was alive. He looked back down below his new toy, watching the woman’s body squirt blood from its neck as it stayed upright on its knees for a minute or two. Her clothes darkened from many things, her crimson life, her milk as her tits lactated to her death, and while he couldn’t see it right now, he was sure that the redhead’s pants were soaked from a stolen orgasm.

It was a good sight watching her blouse become damp in two spots, but it wasn’t the thing getting him off right now. What was getting him off were those dead eyes, rolling around with every thrust. He slammed his balls forward, feeling the way his tip breached her open throat and felt the air on the other side. He went faster over time, grunting without restraint as the pleasure surrounded him.

He felt the warning signs of his orgasm and acted fast. Quickly, he pulled Elizabeth’s head right off his cock, then held her in one hand right in front of his time while he stroked his member to completion. Soon enough, ropes of seed hit the slut’s face in repeated pumps. She was marked and covered, as the chin he once pulled up to meet his gaze was now dripping in his cum. He laughed when he was done, “You did good, girl. Shame I don’t take souvenirs home,” he whispered, knowing she wouldn’t hear him anyways.

He pulled his pants back up, then spread the girl’s legs open. Her body had slumped against the bus, but it was tilted up right enough for there to be a gap between her crotch and the floor. And he was not disappointed to see his hypothesis confirmed, as her jeans were damp. He slid her face underneath that wet spot, letting her open mouth become her seat. He admired the view, snapped a picture, then took off to his apartment, leaving his latest bus snuff slut to ride off for more people to see the pathetic bitch, now riding her own face in post-mortem ecstasy.

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The Captain marches into the crime lord’s palace with purpose in her stride. She looked through her helmet’s visor as Jabba’s guards led her into the central chamber, where the giant slug himself rested, pleased at her arrival. There were chains in his hand, two separate ones linking to a pair of his latest slaves, and the ones that Grav was sent to retrieve. Lord Vader had been very adamant that this was a necessary exchange, and she couldn’t quite argue when she finally saw the two for herself.

They were the very cause of the Empire’s string of defeats up until now. The failed jedi Luke Skywalker rested against Jabba’s tail right next to Princess Leia, one of the final survivors of Alderan. She didn’t know what was so valuable about the throneless royal, but all in the Empire knew of Skywalker’s threat. To see the man who just a few years ago obliterated the first Death Star kneeling with only a decorative loincloth waiting for his ownership to be changed filled her with great satisfaction.

Jabba spoke once she stopped in front of him, his protocol droid filling in for her lack of understanding his language, “The mighty Jabba is delighted to have an Imperial soldier as his guest of honor, and hopes that this exchange will enforce the connection between each other,” the translator spoke, it’s defined feminine voice tampering with Grav’s ears a little as Jabba’s deep tone intertwined with it.

“Lord Vader sends his regards,” She said, giving a slight bow, “And regrets that he could not be here in person. The Empire requires his influence in many areas.”

“The mighty Jabba understands his reasoning, and wishes to retrieve his payment before relinquishing the slaves desired,” His droid spoke for him. Grav nodded, then lifted the case she’d been carrying close to her side and faced the latches towards the crime lord. She then applied the correct code, then opened the container to reveal the plentiful amount of credits to the nearest guardsman. He took the case, gave a quiet huff, then turned and gave Jabba an nod of approval. Jabba chuckled, then waved his arm to get the guard to take the payment away, turning his attention back to the Captain before him, “The monetary part of this transaction has been complete. Now Jabba will accept the second portion of the trade.”

“Second portion?” Grav asked, tilting her head to the side slightly, “I did not come here with anymore than that.” Lord Vader sent her with just that case. He assured she was all Jabba required. So what was Jabba on about?

His translator was quick to fill in the gaps, “The Might Jabba required the payment of credits along with live feed for his pet. When the deal was struck, it was made that the guest presenting the funds would be the second portion. In this regards, you, by the will of your Lord Vader and the Mighty Jabba, are now meat for the Rancor.”

Just as she was about to ask with astonishment, a voice chimed in through her com. It was started with the signature breath of her superior, “Captain Grav. Jabba is correct. You are now under his authority. I expect you to follow his instructions to the letter,” he demanded, “I will arrive shortly to retrieve the prisoners.”

“Yes, sir,” She quickly declared, her mind shifting from hesitation to obedience in a matter of moments. This was an order from up top, and she would never go against the wishes of the Empire. So, she resigned her fate, and stood at attention, clicking on her helmet’s speaker to talk to Jabba once again, “Lord Vader is inbound now, and has confirmed the trade. I am now yours, master Jabba,” she said, this time bowing before her new majesty.

“That is good,” the droid ushered, “Remove all your armor so that it won’t harm the rancor,” it ordered. Grav wasted no time, unfastening every piece with practice hands. A guard collected her gear, carrying it away as she sat there in her undersuit, still pressing her knees into the course ground. She looked up for approval, only to then see Jabba press a single button, and the floor beneath her gave way.

She fell into a large pit, scuffs and scrapes covering her hands as they instinctively tried to save her from the impact. She smacked her head on the rugged ground, compacted and uneven from something treading through. Grav could feel a bone crack, but took little attention to it once a low rumble came through. There was light above, where grates were embedded in the chamber above so that her master and his guests could all watch her. She panted as a door opened wide, and out from the shadows, her fate revealed itself.

It was massive, taking up nearly the entire pit. The rancor wailed as it’s beady eyes locked onto her. She did not run, as that would have been against her orders. Grav remembered the terms said mere seconds ago, and it was clear that they were not lies. She was laying on the floor, but it did not take long for the beast to snatch one of her legs in his vicious looking hand, the three giant clawed fingers wrapping around her limb like she wasn’t even there.

Grav gasped as she felt his other hand grip her other leg, and was already beginning to pull. She moaned from the initial pain as her tendons separated, the monster’s strength to great for her fragile body. She could hear the cheers from above as her body was being sent two different directions. Her body was getting rather turned on at the idea, but never had a chance to act on it.

Her brain didn’t have time to comprehend it before she came apart in a fatal snap. Bones and muscles chose their cavity as she was split right through the middle, an explosion of blood raining all over the ground and the Rancor. Her head seemed a little stronger than the rest, so it went with her right side completely intact, though it waved about with half it’s support gone.

The rancor raised her left half up, her heart visible flaring from the open side of the meat. It brought it up above it’s head, then opened it’s jaw wide before dropping it in. It’s teeth tore apart her flesh and her suit still somehow managed to keep it together. Like a nice little bundle of ripped organs and flesh before the beast gulped it down,  where it’s stomach would make quick work of the offending layer.

After that, it brought her other half to it’s jaws. Her mind was partially intact, but that was only temporary before it’s jagged teeth bit down right on her head, impaling her skull and crushing it, popping it off the rest of her corpse like a pimple. The crowd went while, the pair of slaves staring down in horror and shame. Their friend they came to rescue was sent down there not too long ago, but they still hadn’t gotten used to watching the beast mince human flesh and sink it into it’s gullet. Even if her presence and sacrifice meant they were now property of the Empire, they still felt a little guilty about her demise.

Grav had no such thoughts in her head, even when it wasn’t destroyed and sent down the monster’s throat. She only felt pride for completing her duty, and if her service ended being food for a Rancor, then she would take it with a smile.

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Soft low-fi beats played into Elizabeth’s ear as she trailed her pencil along the paper. In front of her, a primitive design presented itself, a figure drawing of feminine looking person, limp with an emphasized rope around her neck that connected to something off the page. It was still impossible to tell who it was outside of her mind. And whatever was in her brainspace was still rather undefined. Beside her, a stack of similar unfinished drawings had been formed, though with different poses and “props” used. She wasn’t going for something that was incredible, just going along in a long drawing session she desperately needed.

The tunes in her headphones blocked out the world around her, allowing her to get deep into the study. It was always a fun past time, especially with how she was dressed. Or rather, not dressed. When she first moved in, she slowly realized that she didn’t have anyone to be modest towards in her own home. This was her space now, not something she had to share, and if she did, it would be on her terms. So after a small period of progressively lounging in less and less, she reached the stage she was in now, where nothing covered her tanned skin. It felt natural now to have no worries about it, wearing only socks so that her feet would stay warm.

She liked the feeling of the cold air making the hair on her arms stand up, how her tits heaved with every breath she took. Her ass pressed against her sturdy chair as she drew. It was liberating and peaceful, and so she rarely registered it anymore, leading to some awkward moments with food deliveries. Good thing she tipped well.

While Eliza droned on with her sketches, lost to the world, her headphones also blocked the noise of her front door being picked open, and a hooded stranger entering her sanctuary. They stalked in with caution, closing the door behind themselves. Then under their mask, they laid their eyes on the nude red haired woman with her back turned. She was subtly humming along to the beats playing in her ears, and it made the stranger snicker at the immersion. 

They moved over to them with a bit more confidence, losing their stealth routine after it was clear Eliza wouldn’t notice an earthquake under her current concentration. They stood over her, a looming shadow that watched as she just kept adding lines, making the figure eyes and a mouth, creating strands of hair as Eliza focused more on the wavy lines. So enraptured in her work, and it was all about to end.

The stranger wasted no time, getting their firm hands on Elizabeth in seconds. One pressed into the back of her head, and the other cupped her chin. The touch startled their incoming victim, but they stopped her with their firm hold. Then, they got close, right up against her back and face to her head, shoving the headphone away from her ear to break her focus even more. They said in a low, sultry voice, “Hey, Red.”

“A-Audrey, what- ack?!” Elizabeth gasped right before the stranger twisted her head around to face them. Her spine snapped in an instant, as her gaze was brought around to her executioner, watching them strip their mask and hood away to reveal the rosy features, intense amber eyes, rigid jawline, and dark violet hair beyond the facade. That was her last sight right before her brain couldn’t take the glaring stress from the vicious neck snap, sending her into the depths of her mind, except now filled with confusion and panic rather than calm and freedom.

Audrey grinned as she let go of her friend’s face, letting her fall freely atop her pencils and paper. Her hair was tangled around her body from the quick movement, shock written on her face. But of course, just like she expected, horror wasn’t the only thing imprinted. There were blatant signs of an attempt to blush, her lips contorted between shock and arousal, and her eyes, while unfocused and starting to fade, were able to tell a story to Audrey that she knew her friend enjoyed this demise.

“The one and only, darling!” She cheered to the corpse, peeling her gloves away to run along Eliza’s back, “Tournament is taking a bit to get set up. Thought I’d stop by and help with this little challenge of yours,” she laughed, stroking the tender muscles that her buddy formed through her devout exercise, always impressing her whenever she spotted them. Her shoulder blades were like a rigid steel, and her back looked strong enough to carry Audrey in her demon form. 

She caressed Grav a little longer than planned, truly enraptured with holding the woman’s toned body in her hands. She leaned down to meet her distant eyes, and with a flash of red added to Audrey’s skin tone, her eyes began to glow and her tongue reached out like a slithering snack, rubbing her saliva against Eliza’s cheeks and stroking her mouth. She felt sweet, warm, and a little salty from the tears that managed to escape before she died. Perfect in Audrey’s book, “I’d love to just have you all to myself. But alas, today is not that day,” she mourned lightly, then whispered again into the redhead’s ear, “I’ll be back later though. And you’re gonna love it all the same.”

With that, Audrey stood up, leaving Eliza right where she was, buried in her work. Her demonic features dissipated as she made her way to the door, returning to what looked human to her. Right before she slipped away back into the apartment hallways, she turned back to the dead woman she left and waved, “See you later, Red! Your other half is expecting me!” she cheered, then left the room, allowing Eliza’s cold, naked corpse, to rest in peace.

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Grav never thought her career would end so pathetically. She had just finished bedding the navigation officer when the Star Destroyer went on high alert. She had to quickly don her armor she left scattered just to run down the halls. The boat rocked from heavy impacts, and there were already reports of rebel boarding craft reaching the hangar. Sections of the ship were already facing lockdown procedures, and the one her and the officer were sprinting down was close to being shut off from the rest of the station.

They barely had their uniforms together, and the officer had no way to hide the hickeys that had been made on her neck. They charged to the bridge, when the hallway in front of them suddenly started to narrow. The recognized the procedure before. The blast doors would close, because soon the rebels would be arriving.

“Keep moving, Lass!” the Captain barked, shifting her helmet so that the visor was properly aligned. She could see the officer running out of breath, and probably pent up from the unfinished activities they were running from.

“I’m doing my best over here!” Lass huffed as she jogged, working ot pick up the pace and head faster than the trooper. The lack of gear made her more flexible in her strides, but she couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t wishing she took a few more rounds on the treadmill during her exercise period. Her lungs were burning, but finally she made her way through the door. It was halfway closed when she went through, enough for Grav to make it as well.

She turned, ensuring her partner had crossed before continuing her race. Grav was just behind her, running until one of her loose knee pads fell in her way. Her foot stepped on the shiny plate, and her momentum caused her to trip over it, the smooth armor piece sliding across the floor with her boot and ruining all balance. She gasped, and fell between into the door. She was in the middle of the four closing steel slabs, and they would not stop with her in the way.

Her panic spiraled, and Lass attempted to grab her arm and pull her through, but she didn’t have the strength to stop the inevitable. The durable doors closed in on Grav’s stomach, putting pressure on her internals until they couldn’t take it anymore, her body being sliced clean in half. Lass didn’t stop pulling, so when the weight she was tugging on halved, she fell backwards as well, Grav landing on top of her. Her upper half at least.

Her helmet slammed into Lass’s head, as if the impact with the ground wouldn’t already cause head trauma. Blood and guts spilled from her open cavity, falling all over the officer’s uniform. They shared a few moments of agonized groans and wincing, before Lass was able to open her eyes and stand the light. She instinctively tossed Grav off of her, feeling the warm, sticky, wet objects spilling onto her lap.The sight was grisly, and she moved as quickly as possible to get the organs off her suit.

She turned to Grav right after, now facing the sky and able to see the gaping hole that remained. Without stopping to check on herself more, she ripped Grav’s helmet off, and allowing the struggling trooper to breathe, “Captain! Are you alright?”

“Is- Is that trick question, Officer?” the redhead chuckled, clearly ripping into her lungs with the attempt at words, “N-never better!”

“Fuck. We have to get you out of here,” Lass implored, looking around for any potential help. There was none, they were alone.

“Doesn’t look like that’s an option, darling,” Grav wheezed, reaching down to clutch her trembling organs. She could faintly feel them in the cavity, and that kinda made her turned on. She looked at Lass with beckoning eyes, “Might I ask you to ride my face before I go?”

Tears were forming when the officer heard the request. She laughed, even near death, you’re still a fucking slut. She though, then shrugged, “Fine, if that’s how the most desperate Captain in the Empire wants to go out. But I’m not stripping down, so bear my clothed cunt,” she quickly responded, her remorse fading as she felt the need to cum. She didn’t get the chance earlier when the sirens sounded, and now she was going to get as many in before the trooper croaked.

“Sound hot,” Grav huffed, then opened wide, letting Lass have a perfect seat. The officer didn’t waste time. Her head was still pounding, but she was ready to plop her crotch down on the Captain the moment she suggested it. She didn’t wear underwear, so when she did meet Grav’s mouth, there was very little actually between them. She moaned as her partner got to work quickly, uncaring about the coverings.

Lass made sounds of pleasure as she rocked her hips. Grav’s tongue was an exquisite served she lived to dine with. She humped, moving fast as the idea of a dying woman eating her out brought her to increasingly bigger orgasms. Grav’s life force was fading with everyone, as air struggled to get in and blood kept draining. Still, she rode without mercy, “Take my cum, bitch. Die drowning in it!” She called out, unsure if the Captain could hear it with her thighs pressed so tight against her ears.

One massive climax rocked her entire body and sent her reeling in bliss. It was the last one she felt Grav’s tongue move for, as she sprayed her juices into her pants. She made the Captain’s senses all bow to her in her final moments. Her hearing blocked out by Lass’s legs, her eyes only looking up at the officer and her bloody uniform, her nose ravaged by her sweet scent, similar to her tongue tasting her juices through the cloth. And the fabric itself rubbing against her face, Grav dying with only the navigations officer on the mind.

When she died, Lass still rolled her hips around for a finishing orgasm, then stood up. She looked down to see the trooper, utterly pathetic face that she wore permanently, complete lust and orgasm filling her features. It didn’t even make sense with her pussy on the other side of the wall, but she didn’t argue with the way her smile was so drunk on love. 

“I’ll have to visit you in the morgue once where through this,” Lass sighed, starting to march away when an overwhelming pressure came upon her head. She groaned and moaned as the pain she was trying to keep away became too unbearable, and her mind pulse as she rose too quickly. Then, she was falling once more, this time forward onto her face. Guess I’ll be joining anyway, was her last thought before she collided with the metal surface, her head slamming against it. Though this time, she didn’t stand up again, as she got one last orgasm in death, wetting her pants with her juices one last time.

On the other side of the blast doors, while Lass fucked her friend’s face, Grav’s lower half was already undressed, as a squad rebels found it spread out like an offering. They took it greedily, taking rounds with the trooper’s ass as they fucked her into the ground. She was so tight despite being ripped in half, and the rebels treasured every second as the rest of the boarding parties fought against the stormtroopers off in the distance.

By the time they were repelled, executed, or arrested, there was not a single part of Grav’s feet, legs, pelvis, cunt, ass, or her internals not tainted by rebel dick. Though it did not stop there, as soon after counting the dead and ejecting most, including Lass, out into space to reduce wasted storage, they kept Grav’s pieces, allowing them as free use toys whenever the soldiers were on break. Her career persists, though no longer as a recognized hero of the Empire, but as two cumdumps that Imperials and Rebels alike enjoyed.

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Elizabeth wailed to the rooftops as the stranger behind her slammed his cock deep in her ass. He tugged on her hair, pulling her head wherever he desired. She was propped up against a fancy line of fence, the type where there were decorative spikes every couple of inches. She was in between two of the, holding them like a lifeline as the man behind her ravished her ass, going balls deep with every thrust.

Suddenly, an idea came to mind. In the middle of a moan, she called out to him, “Hey,” she breathed, hoping it did the trick.

“What is it slut? I ain’t done yet,” He huffed, giving a punishing smack to her rear that left her spasming in his grasp.

“Not trying to stop you, sir!” She assured, then looked towards the spike she was holding in her left hand, “I just want to see if they’re sharp enough to stick in my head.” She suggested, the idea already getting her more wet than the dude ever could dream of.

He smiled, then moved her towards it, “I’ll be happy to find out for ya, bitch!” He roared without hesitation, slamming her forehead directly down on the pyramid shaped metal. It bent slightly from the abrasive action, but Grav’s head was the thing to cave mose. The point, while dull, was enough ot puncture her boney cranium, entering her brains and stirring them up. She wailed in pleasure, reduced to jabbering as her pucker tensed up. The stranger groaned from the effort, very quickly pushing himself to the limit and spreading his seed deep into her dying body.

He pulled out to watch his cum trickle out, right before her body began to buck against the air as if it was still being fucked. Her mind had been minced up, and the stranger decided to leave her there, incase there was another person who needed a quick fuck to get through their day. Grav’s body stayed there for a day, with other people’s cum littering her naked body as the blood coming out of her skull dried up. She was quickly found by the groundskeeper afterwards, and in a twist of fate, preserved and impaled by the front gate, the first of many to meet their fate testing the fake, quickly replaced with real, spikes along the fence. She was a wonderful decoration.

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“You really thought you could sneak pass my guards and kill me?” Leia chuckled as she looked down at the captive below her feet. Grav felt the ball of her heel against her throat as she struggled against the chains around her arms and legs. She was in a stupid slave outfit, one that once fit Leia herself, now used for her own personal slaves. The rebel princess’s eyes were dark, fierce in their gaze as she held the humiliated Captain down with very little effort, as if she was nuisance rather than a threat, “You’re the most pathetic assassin I’ve ever seen.” She scoffed, pressing her foot down just enough to block Grav’s airways. She watched happily as her prisoner squirmed, searching for breath she wouldn’t allow just yet. She was testing the waters, watching how her pet’s face contorted, and her thighs rubbed together. The jedi in training could feel the pleasure emanating from the trooper, and it warmed her own core knowing she was causing this from something as simple as stripping control from her.

She lifted her heel off of the redhead after a minute of sensing her squirm. Hearing the first sharp intake Grav took made it worth it, partly taking her breath away from the desperation in her prisoner’s lungs, “That’s a good little slut,” she sighed, keeping her eyes locked on Grav’s, “You’ll serve your queen well. Up, up!” She commanded, grabbing the chain next to her that led to the trooper’s throat, pulling her foot away to tug her up.

“The Empire will succeed in their mission,” Grav huffed once she found her voice again, spitting venom at her target, “They’ll have your head when they’re done. I’m looking forward to those eyes staring back at me from a trophy cabinet.”

Despite her words, her voice was shaky, as she was compelled to yield to the rebel leader. She stopped all together when Leia spread her legs apart, and revealed to the Captain that she wore nothing under her waist. She had been focused the entire time, but the moment she saw those glistening folds, it was as if she’d been reduced to mush right there. Watching her pet fold so easily, the self-appointed queen laughed, “Even if that were true, that comes with the ridiculous assumption that you’ll be alive to see that happen,” she then tugged the collar again, lightly, wanting to see how the Captain would react, “Now, hurry up slut. It won’t kiss itself.”

Grav was awestruck, the offer to resist very much alive. But those slick thighs, the pulsing slit that demanded her attention. She was strong to many forms of intimidation, but facing the pinnacle of sexual beauty herself, Grav was hopelessly weak willed. Without anymore directions from the chain, she pushed herself forward, kissing the insides of Leia’s thighs all the way up to her salivating cunt.

She scent washed over her senses, causing an involuntary moan to surface at it’s audacity. She was crippled by just the smell, but once her lips met the Princess’s lower ones, all thought escaped her mind. The taste was immaculate, so sweet and delectable that Grav was unable to stop herself from working her tongue like it was a machine. She craved the Alderanian fluids like no other, her soothing voice stirring her brain just right from above, “Such a good kitty,” she breathed through a gentle sound, “Take your last meal and dine.”

Grav was not one to disappoint. Her assassin skills may have been a waste of time, but she was the superior fuck in almost all cases. That point could not be truer now, as utterly feasted on Leia’s entrance, treating every positive reaction like a blessing from the Force itself. She was rewarded with those thighs she worshipped pressing against her, and the sound of Leia’s moans filling the halls of her new palace. 

Her duty to the Empire had been forgotten for a portion of time, as she served the rebel queen for an extended length of time, getting her to several wondrous orgasms. Each one made Leia shake, press tighter and holding her closer to her cunt, as Grav indulged in the warm juices that lathered her face. Despite that, the rebel stayed rather composed, staring down at Grav with an endearing gaze. She was quite the treat to her target, and she was more than happy to serve.

Leia hadn’t expected such a good mouth on a storm trooper, halting her opinion on their aim temporarily as her captured bitch hit all her sensitives spots with delicate precision. She spoke a language to her pussy that the queen didn’t know she spoke. She felt a pang in her chest knowing this couldn’t last, no matter how good it was.

After one final, brutal orgasm, she placed a hand on Grav’s head, slipping into the strands of red hair. She pushed her away a little, “That’s enough for now,” she uttered loosely, holding back the way the wind was knocked out of her from Grav’s performance. The trooper stared up at her with something resembling longing. Poor thing, “Wish I could keep you, but your words can’t go unpunished.” she hugged, before pressing her legs tight against Grav.

“Wai-” the trooper was about to call out, before Leia jerked her violently to the side, her neck faltering under the pressure with a resounding crack. Her eyes quickly dulled, falling as all feeling in her soul vanished. Her death was near instantaneous, resting in the thighs she spent her final moments worshipping like her sacred oath to the Empire.

“Pretty, even in death,” Leia smiled, the quiet voice of guilt filling her veins, though it was quickly subsided with reality. Sure, the captain folded rapidly in front of her pussy, but that didn’t garauntee her surrendering to her authority. She doubt the woman would ever call her queen or mistress. Her loyalty to the Empire was far too great. So once she filled her mind with that rationale, she no longer saw a life she ended without remorse, she saw a toy that outlived it’s usefulness, and she promptly snuffed it out before it could try and turn on her.

She let the weight of Grav’s body sit between her thighs for a little bit, admiring the toy’s features as she slumbered for eternity. Once she was satisfied however, she released her hold, letting Grav slump to the ground without any grace, and then just placed one leg over the other to maintain a little of her own decency, before calling for her servants to clean up her mess. They listened without question, too wrapped up in bliss and loyalty to disobey their queen. And so Leia sat their as the scooped her broken toy up, and carted it off to be stripped of that dress, and eventually thrown away. When she was ready to plan out a retaliatory strike for this attempted assassination, she would make sure the Empire remembered it. For now, she sat in her throne room, satisfied from her play session as she overlooked the rising Republic with pride, knowing nothing would stop it.

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It was late at night went she saw the flashing red and blue lights in her rearview mirror. The sirens stopped blaring after she pulling into the shoulder of the lonely road. She huffed, annoyed by the interruption in her otherwise exciting adventure. Elizabeth loved traveling, road trips being her favorite activity ever. She thought that this path would be safe to floor it, test her engine and believed no one would be here to stop her tonight. And oh how wrong she was.

She saw the highway trooper march his way through the dark abyss to her vehicle, holding a flashlight in his hand. She didn’t feel like getting sent to jail for speeding in another state tonight, so while he took his sweet time, she thought of a plan. Quickly, she pulled her shirt over her head, her soft breasts immediately getting exposed to the air. She hyped herself up, breathing steadily before she heard a knock on her window.

Without hesitation, Elizabeth rolled it down, and a bright light instantly blared into her retinas. She was momentarily blinded, but tried to push passed it to lean her arm against the open window, “How are you doing on this wonderful night, Officer?” she asked, taking care to turn her exposed chest towards the trooper. She held a dazed smile, trying to read his expression through the glaring light.

“Tired, ma’am,” He responded dejectedly, “Do you know how fast you were going?”

She first got a little disappointed at the stonewall, not expecting such a reaction to stopping a topless woman. But then she stifled those doubts, knowing that it just meant she had more opportunities to get under his skin. She showed her teeth in her grin, “Faster than I’m sure you could last in me, officer!” She laughed, and she was rewarded by the ever slight twitch of the light.

He ignored the comment, and reached his hand out to where Elizabeth could see it, “Lisence and Registration.”

“Sorry, officer,” She cringed, feining disappointment, “I left my lisence at home,” she answered truthfully, then leaned forward. Instead of putting papers in his palm, she placed her chin, trying to find his eyes through the shining glare, “But I can prove to you I’m a good girl in other ways~!”

At first, she wasn’t sure that he would go for it. He stayed still with her leaning into his hand for a minute of silence, as the road behind them held no traffic of any sort. So, just as she was about to pull away, she gasped when he became active, clenching her jaw like it belonged to him, “You’re sure about that?” he asked, his voice deeper all of the sudden.

It shook her core, and she nodded enthusiastically, “Yes cop daddy! I’d be more than happen with a cavity search!” Elizabeth moaned softly, feeling his fingers dig into her lower jaw with a possessive intent. It was working! She could get this guy off a few times, maybe ask for directions, and be on her merry way. So when he reached in and opened her car door, she was ready to serve the law as dutifully as she could!

Ten Minutes Later…

Elizabeth rocked into her trunk as the highway trooper slammed his shaft into her folds. Blood pooled from her caved in scalp, the imprint matching the end of his flashlight which now served as a makeshift interior light as it was held up from the latch of the trunk by Grav’s ruined pants. He grunted as he fucked her corpse, holding her by her waist and moving in at a rapid speed. The blood matted her hair, creating some dark undertones to the red strands of hair that flowed down her back like waves as he shoved his cock deep into her core.

She was starting to go cold, and the officer in question was growing bored of his latest stop. His balls slapped against her and he yawned, woefully tired during the night shift. Finally, with a hitch of breath, he dived down and impaled her corpse all the way on his rod, feeling as her inner walls constrict like she was still alive, extracting his seed perfectly. He filled her snatch with his hot load, letting the dead slut take all that she was worth once more.

She gave a single shiver, like some final synapse in her broken brain colliding in pleasure, before going still again. He panted loosely, then pulled out, letting his cum drip from her filled pussy. He watched it with careful eyes as the white substance fell to the dirt crumbling asphalt below. It was always a sight he enjoyed viewing, a dumb cunt attached to a stuff cunt, leaking his seed and making it clear who owned the cunt.

He would’ve watched it forever, but he knew that was probably not the best idea. He grabbed her legs, then folded her into the trunk. He grabbed his flashlight before closing the hatch, filing her away into irrelevance. He spent some time, still with his pants off, getting her car safely into the bushes off to the side of the road. He concealed it entirely from view making sure to chuck her keys far enough away so that no body would get into the trunk too easily.

With her dealt with, he returned to his patrol vehicle. Honestly, catching that slut like that had been dumb luck on his part. He didn’t occupy this stretch of road to catch speedsters with a death wish. That was evident when he slipped back into his car, where he grinned to his partner, a young recruit on the field who now sat limp in her chair with her belt around her neck. There was a bitch in the back as well. Some poor hitchhiker he stole and raped not too long before that speedster came along. She had a hole in her head, and her dead eyes stared up at the ceiling in fear as cum streaked her face.

He may not have been here to catch lawbreakers, but he was at the very least not going to pass up a good snuff fuck. He admired their cute, dead faces a little longer, before starting his car once again, driving away from the crime scene to find a new place to law low and enjoy his night. If he was lucky, he might even get another whore to add to his collection.

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When Grav was selected to be the next meat girl for the platoon’s attack dogs, she didn’t know yet what the job entailed. She only knew that everyone who took the role only had it once. She thought at first she would just be in charge of bringing the food to their pens and keeping their bellies nice and full. But when she wasn’t given anything for the task, she was confused. Until the trainer for the dogs simply stated that his boys only enjoyed sentient beings for meals. Things became clear to her at that moment, but she couldn’t deny her position nor the task that she was assigned.

Which is how she ended up like this, right under the alpha as the pack gnawed at the mangled remains of her arms. The big dog slammed forward into her body, causing her to moan as he took her inner regions and claimed them. The trainer informed her as well that they loved to fuck and eat at the same time, so she was stripped of her clothes promptly before beign thrown in. That was twelve hours ago, and in that time since, Grav had been railed by every dog in this pack at least three times, and her limbs were steadily becoming chew toys once they peeled the muscles and flesh away.

The alpha rutted into her, slamming his knot into her entrance and subtly pushing her forward. It hadn’t gone in yet in this session, but from how easily the dog took her, she knew it was only a matter of time. Her world was their angry fangs and gnarly growls, Grav relishing every sound as they focused on filling their bellies and draining their cocks. After a long session of turning her into their bitch, the alpha roared before his knot popped through, Grav screaming in agony as the bulbous form ripped her wide open, pumping litters of puppies all into her womb, so worn and damaged she knew it had no chance to birth again.

Not that it mattered, as the alpha - her alpha - continued to fill her with his warm seed, then dove down and bit her left tit. He wrenched it off her, causing her to cry out before he had it solely in his jaws. He scarfed it down blood drooling from his jaw and onto her as she watched with faint eyes.

She passed out after that, but that did not mean her job was complete. She awoke the next morning with less of herself. While she was asleep, they had taken her legs apart, leaving behind bloody bones that stuck to her pelvis with desperation. Her holes were gushing cum, and she was resting beside the pack as they too slumbered the night away. Then, once morning called, they were at it again.

Three days went by of the same routine. Fucked hard and eaten slowly, each bite savored. Her body progressively digested with every session, ending with her passing out from the pain. She suspected someone was giving her stims at night to stay alive long enough, but had no prove other than a short burst of adrenaline when she woke up.

When she was truly at her end though, where not even the best bacta in the world could aid her, she was barely even worth a fuck. Her womb was torned out minutes prior to right now, the alpha treating himself to the bloated organ he ravished. His pack devoured her lower torso, working their way up. She died shortly after one popped her heart out, but they continued to feast away. Tearing her scalp off, fighting over her eyes and jaw, the alpha using one of the empty eye sockets one last time to fuck Grav’s brain to mush, then slurped it down all the same.

Nothing but bones were left of the once famous Captain, her empty eyes drooling dog cum as she became nothing more than the pack’s assortment of chew toys, sharpening their teeth until even her bones were too destroyed. They seeked another soon, and they would soon receive it once the trainer finished discarded the remains, and filled in a request for a new meat to arrive and feed his sweet puppies.

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Elizabeth’s breath hitched as she was pressed up against her own door, the charming hum of her long lost sister holding her steady. Delana made trails of kisses down her neck, causing Grav to whimper from the comforting action. She nipped at the base of her neck, grinding her teeth into the soft flesh before pulling away, looking at Elizabeth with longing, “How are you holding up?”

“Best reunion ever,” Grav gasped, looking down into Delana’s amber eyes as she stroked the older woman’s maroon colored hair tenderly. She looped her fingers in the strands, but then Delana rose up to meet her. They kissed, pressing their bodies together in a warm embrace. Her sister’s mouth tasted divine, and Grav took all the time she could to explore it with her eager tongue.

They were in vastly different states of dress, Delana rocking a full crimson suit that matched her hair, while Grav was as nude as can be. Her stiff nipples rubbed against Del’s concealed ones, and they moaned together as they each had a hand in the other’s pussy. Elizabeth felt her partner wobble as she thrusted three fingers into her cunt, and she shivered herself with the way Del scrubbed her folds like a brush, tickling her sensitive regions so beautifully she was at a loss for words.

Then she felt something cold press against the side of her head, and she spurred to life in a heavy orgasm. Del pulled away, her other hand gripping the revolver that now was against Grav’s temple, “That’s right,” she charmed her nudist sister, “Cum before I blow your brains out, slut.”

“Fuck, Del…” Elizabeth moaned, unable to hold back the quivering sensations that her sister was responsible for causing. She quaked under her palm, gushing juices out before looking at her dead in the eyes. She found a more sinister expression meeting her, a twisted grin as her role as executioner was up, “Love you. Fuck!” She cried out, before she felt Del press hard on the trigger.

The hammer hit the back of the gun when she released it, but no bullet came out. She survived this round, but that didn’t mean the thought of the end stopped turning her on. Carefully, she took her hand out of Del’s hair and grabbed the gun, stuffing it in her sister’s mouth, “You’re turn bitch. Take this!” She huffed, slamming her fourth digit inside and causing her older sibling to gag on the barrel. She tapped the trigger when she felt the orgasm reach its peak, then was disappointed to be met with another empty chamber.

Delana wasted no time in snatching the firearm away. She knelt down, and met Grav’s swollen pussy with her tongue. Grav failed to hold back a screeching moan as her short haired sister took control, lapping up her old juices and driving her to create more. Elizabeth couldn’t believe it had come to this, but she was not complaining in the slightest. No need for feelings of betrayal and loss when sex and russian roulette drowned those thoughts out.

When she reached another blissful climax, Delana’s soft tongue was replaced with the cold steel of the gun, shoved right into her cunt until the three inch barrel was filling her completely, “Stay still. I want this one to go all the way through.”

“Like you’ll get the-” She tried to say before her sister pulled the trigger, and she heard the loud bang before the top of her skull was blown out. Del was perfect in her aim, the bullet tearing through her sister from bottom to top, the maroon haired woman feeling the splatter of brains and bone fall onto her, staining her suit and face. Grav fell slump against the door, sliding down with the gun still jammed in her pussy.

She looked into those dead eyes with the same longing. Del pressed her lips against Elizabeth’s slack jaw one more time. “Love you too, Lizzy. A good fuck as always,” she smiled, then sat next too, resting her head on Grav’s limp shoulder, keeping her as close as she could as she went to sleep peacefully beside the cooling corpse.