I saw this comic and thought maybe someone in this group could greatly improve in the idea.

Jack was proving herself to be a pain to hold. So far in the tournament, she has tried to escape the bars ten times, and has taken eight of the guards in all her attempts. She has been absurdly violent, crushing their windpipes or popping them into tiny little pieces. The only thing that is currently taming her was giving her the left over corpse of Miranda to play with, Jack fucking the throat stump ruthlessly.

As she came inside the esophagus of her hated Cheerleader, she could feel the cell begin to move. Nervous guardswomen pushed her towards the gate, passing by numerous empty cells and a others that contained Shepard, Tali, EDI, Kasumi, and Samara. Jack hoped she could one up them all with a spectacle. Guess it was only a matter of time as her gate started to open, the muffled sound of the announcers describing her feats of strength.

When she was opened up to the arena, it was daylight. The blaring light distorted her vision for a minute, her eyes trying to adjust from near darkness to this. When she could make out the details, she noticed that she was standing on the edge of a roof. She turned around to her gate, but only met the sky around her. Instinctively, she looked down, and kinda wished she hadn't. Quickly, she jumped backwards, firmly planting her feet on the platform of the skyscraper. She hunched over and closed her eyes, her elevation sending tremors down her body. She only wore her jacket, but she was nearly sweating from the view.

But banshee calmed down, the voice of Audrey rang out over the speakers, “And, in the second gate, coming from a galaxy far far away, we welcome a Togruta I've gotten to know quite personally in my travels. She requires no introduction, so without further ado, get ready to be down on your knees for the chance to worship her: Ahsoka Tano!”

Jack heard the gate open behind her, and she did her best to recover. Don't think about the fall, think about who you're going to send down it. She raised her fists as she turned, only to get that sense of dread back when her eyes laid on her opponent.

She had heard and seen a few Ahsokas before, always considered secondhand jokes to people from her universe. She's even seen a few of her decapitated heads being passed around by the guards, stating that there was no mouth better. But this girl, no… woman in front of her, was not that disposable fuckdoll. She was entirely different than the bright orange bitch she researched. For one was her armor. It was the designs that her girlfriend Bo provided her during the siege, but the color scheme was off. The blue was replaced with drake crimson, and the gray outline was instead golden. Her skirt was removed however, allowing her throbbing erection to stand tall. Along the seams of her outfit were glowing crystals embedded into the fabric, a low hum emitting from them. 

Ahsoka’s skin was also different. Gnarly cracks existed in her once pristine flesh. Her old markings were worn and faded, with only the black mark of the sith taking over the center of her forehead. Her lekku were in a similar, broken way, the horns peaking like devil horns. Her headdress had different symbols carved into it, signaling her life. First, a togruta tribe symbol, then the Jedi Order, then the Republic Crest, then the Mandalorian Mythosaur, Fulcrum, the Rebellion, then the Empire, and lastly, the Sith. Her eyes were closed as she strutted forward, but Jack could see the heavy shadow and eyeliner that popped them out.

Her presence was intimidating enough, with how she strode towards her starting position with grace. So much confidence was in her every movement, the quick yet fluid motions to remove her sabers from their hilts something that Jack almost didn’t catch. And that cock… even standing over here, Jack felt jealous of its size, and scare about what it would do to her slim body. When she did stop, she did so looking right at Jack, her eyes still concealed by her eyelids, but a show of clear awareness of the area around her. She waited, and shivered when Ahsoka’s eyes did open to reveal that they were not the innocent blue eyes of a gray jedi, but the yellow and red craze of a sith. At the same time she opened her eyes, her lightsabers sparked to life, glowing their deep red across her face.

Okay, Jack thought as she wavered in her stance, I might be fucked. Her expectations for an orange cocksleeve were severely miscalculated, thinking this would be an easy fight. She had an incredibly strong feeling that Ahsoka’s appearance wasn't just for show, and was her displaying her power, projecting it. She had to have earned it, and she looks ready to prove it. She could probably sense how nervous Jack was about it too, the possibility of not even getting a fair fight rushing into her mind. But this was what she was getting, so she had to deal with it.

She might have lost a bit of confidence, but it wasn’t going to deter her. Jack had to win this. There had to be a way. While the time ticked closer to the start, she tried to scout the surroundings for possible advantages. However, there were just a few crates and an empty beer can, good to slow down a target, but hardly a challenge for the dark aura she was facing. So, she really just had her biotics, and for once, she prayed to any deity that there was something she could do to live through this.

Just before the bell rang, she calmed herself, and let her eyes glow their majestic purple, the dark matter surging through her veins. She also took out the only thing she held in her jacket, an inhaler with just one dose of Red Sand left. She pumped into her mouth, and let the drug run its course, hoping it could turn the tide. She could hear the amused chuckle from her enemy, Ahsoka clearly not concerned by the apparent boost Jack just shot into her system.

“Hello little girl,” Ahsoka finally spoke just before the bell, glimmering in front of Jack with a smirk plastered across her face. She twirled her blades around her fingers gracefully, giving her opponent and the crowd quite she show as the timer went to zero, managing to get out, “You’ll be fun to break,” before the starting sound echoed, and Jack was quick to strike.

She launched a fury of throws towards the togruta, followed by a heavy shockwave. While she scurried away to another angle, she got to watch as Ahsoka went right into action, ducking and weaving through each orb that threatened to hit her. She went under the first throw, around the second, and blocked the third by slashing it, and finally jumping over the rampaging shockwave to land on her feet. And she made it seem so easy. The throws were able to lock on slightly, and arced around in an attempt to redeem themselves, but dissipated before even completing a 180.

Not off to a good start. With her abilities countered, Jack had to think of something as the cheerful futa slowly marched towards her. With a laugh, Ahsoka stopped just short, and raised one of her hands, making a gesture with her four fingers, “Come on, I need the practice. Give me the best you got, ponytail.”

Even if Jack was more than anxious to be fighting her, hearing her opponent sum her entire personality up to her hair was rage inducing. A fire awoke, and she tossed the strongest flares and warps she could. And instead of a sign of concern, Ahsoka’s gaze was still at her, not even the orbs tossed her way, with a look of, Easy.

Like a tightrope dancer, she was impeccable. Never letting her gaze slip from Jack as she evaded the unstable balls of energy, spinning right through the pair of flares before sliding underneath one of the warps. The other two, she was able to squeeze in between and let pass her, all the attacks attempting to circle back but fizzling out just as the throws. To give Jack even more doubts that her fight had no effect, Ahsoka giggled like a schoolgirl, “Wow, ponytail. Thought you’d be a challenge,” she continued to close the distance between her and the biotic, Jack doing her best to flee. She was stopped by one of the crates she saw earlier crashing against her back, sending her sprawling to the ground, Ahsoka’s hand puppeting the pieces, “I guess I just live to be disappointed.”

A drone came down to aid Jack, but before it could reach, Ahsoka had already grabbed it with the force. Bringing it towards her, she crushed it until it released what it was holding, a small red and white ball. She recognized this from her research. Any monster could be inside this thing, any monster that would be under the command of the wielder. Not thinking she’ll need it now, she just stashed it away, then went back to focusing on Jack.

With her opponent distracted by the ball, Jack attempted to charge. She surged towards the sith mustering all the biotic energy she could, only for Ahsoka to step to the side a fraction of a second before Jack passed. They met eyes for that split second Jack was still running, and she saw a glint in Ahsoka’s eyes again as she quickly raised to fingers, and pointed them at her in a speedy motion. 

She had raised a few of the broken pieces from the crate up, and while Jack was in her charge, she could not divert from her path. Meaning, she could not stop the wooden stakes from hitting her until it was too late. They pierced through her back in multiple places, impaling her liver as they dug into her. The left splinters wherever they laid, and the worst was yet to come. When she turned around, burning with pain, she did not expect to see orange knuckles coming her way, and could not react in time.

They slammed against her nose, flatting it with little difficulty. She had power backing her fist, using the energy the force was giving her to send Jack fly several feet back. She was tossed past the ledge, and just when she thought she would fall, she felt something grab a hold, suspending her in the air. Her eyes went immediately to Ahsoka, who was grinning while she safely brought the crazy highschool teacher back to the roof.

“Did you think I wouldn’t savor this reward, ponytail?” Ahsoka glowered, looking down on her prone opponent. She reactivated her saber with a crack, seeing the fear coarse through the smaller futa’s eyes, “I have needs too, you know.”

“You bitch!” Jack roared back to life, the implication crystal clear. She rose up with a charged hand, prepared to catch Ahsoka offguard. But struggling was just what the Togruta was waiting for, and the moment she saw the first, she dropped her blade. Right onto Jack’s cock. It cleaved her member right off, leaving a well cooked stump in it’s place. The pain was blinding to Jack, her shame rising just like the scream that tore through her lungs and made the onlooking crowd rejoice. And it opened her up for another attack.

Jack’s arm was still outstretched, no longer glowing, but making it seem like an offering. On that Ahsoka took with a single swipe of her other blade. She called on the force to bring the one she dropped back into her palm, it rising the same time Jack’s limp hand cluttered to the ground. She was in a thrill at how the poor castrated girl below her reacted to the dismemberment, falling to the floor in agonizing pain.

“Fuck,” She gasped, the sensations unbearable. Her back was still on fire from the crate shards that stuck out, and now her hand and cock were missing. From her body at least. She saw them on the floor, laying next to each other at Ahsoka’s feet. Ahsoka, her opponent. Who had the ability for a killing blow. All forms of control Jack thought she had were tossed out the window, her eyes in pure panic as she rose up to her knees, reaching out with her other hand, and staring into those evil eyes. She then did something she never thought she would do. She begged, “Wai-!”

But she didn’t get far as a slash of red swooped through. The red was Ahsoka’s blade, and the second it passed, and Jack couldn’t feel the pain of her removed cock and hand, as it was replaced with a more focused one at her neck. Then a brief fall, before something grabbed her ponytail. Rough nails dug into her head as she was forced to turn around, watching her corpse slump backwards. She gave no significant reactions, which disappointed Ahsoka and the fans. To make up for it, Ahsoka simply put her boot in the center of the corpse, and gave it the final push. 

Both her and Jack watched as the convict’s body went down 12 stories to the bottom, getting smaller and smaller to them before it exploded onto the ground. All they could see was a red splat, but on cameras below, the crowd could see the impact in multiple angles, Jack’s corpse flattening and shards of her bones sticking out of her distorted limbs. Blood pooled from every orfice, and since she landed on her back, those spike bursted through to the otherside, protruding out of the deflated, tattoo covered body.

And so, Jack saw her own death with her very eyes. Beheaded and dropped off a ledge, the feelings of defeated washed over her like a baptism, damning her soul instead of saving it. She was swinging lightly by the grip on her hair, now realizing why Ahsoka nicknamed her off it. It was a handle. She knew what was about to happen, and at this point, all she could do was accept her stretched out throat as the orange cock made it’s way out her mouth.

With her energy not wasted on confusion and stress, she ended up living much longer. And Ahsoka could sense that as she probed her ten inch masterpiece through Jack’s skull. She smiled to the cameras watching her, letting them get the full view of her shaft before she started to hammer away at the back of Jack’s throat. Knowing the girl could hear her, she made it known, “Not the worst head I’ve tried. At least yours is intact, unlike Chuchi’s~!”

Jack was repulsed by the tip of the sith’s cock ripping through her, but she could do little about it. Try as she might, there was some magical force preventing her teeth from crushing down on that tip, forbidding her from at least doing something to her opponent before she died. Best she could do was use her tongue, and all it did was stimulate, twirling around the large shaft harshly.

"And your winner, Ahsoka Tano!" Audrey cried out over the speakers as Jack’s eyes wavered, witnessing the cheers to her demise.

Author's Note - I would appreciate any feedback. Also still looking for prompts, so feel free to leave any all that are scratching your mind.

use my head however you want

Probably the last time I'm ever using a colour other than red

It’s not exactly guro, more of a vanilla necrophilia… Still think, I can’t post it anywhere, but here. Maybe I’ll draw something explicit next time.

You are a quality checker for Janice foods you are free to examine the parts as you so choose you will be left alone

His account was suspended twice. I wonder if the guy is still around with a new Reddit account.

Reupload

I’ve been playing a bit of RE2 and uh, enjoying, the death animations. Are there any similar types of games like this? I mean if there is an explicitly horny game like RE2 that’d be awesome, but failing that I’m really just asking for other games with hope death animations.