Sabine Poster TF (The Kindest Patron+)

(Star Wars)

“You won’t get any information out of me, assholes!” Sabine Wren shouted as a pair of imperial soldiers carried her out of her cell, and since they were taking her somewhere, that could only mean one thing… She was going to be tortured and interrogated.

“I can assure you that’s not our intention…To think a troublemaker of your caliber would be the first subject for our new invention! Oh, I can barely contain my excitement!” The ship’s captain, along with the two guards holding the Mandalorian, entered a new room. It was nothing too out there for an imperial ship, except for a big laser in the middle of it all… Was that the invention they meant?

“Here it is, in all its glory… It has no name yet, but it’s one of our greatest inventions yet! This laser will be able to recycle your rebel scum existence into something much more fitting… Come on boys, move back and fire!”

As the captain ordered, the two men holding Sabine down moved to the sides, leaving the woman’s arms and legs still shackled, so her chances of escape didn’t rise by any respectable amount. But still, it was something! If only the Mandalorian could move just a tiny bit more, if only–

ZAP!

Before the rebel could dodge, the laser fired, hitting her square in the chest. Sabine felt her body shrink and compress onto itself painlessly and after a few seconds, the woman slowly fell to the floor. Too slow, in fact, almost as if she was completely weightless!

“There we go, much more useful…”

Sabine was in panic mode. What was happening to her?! She felt inhuman and flat on one end, but at the same time, she felt curvy and… almost naked? It was as if she was wearing a very skimpy bikini or something!

In a matter of hours, the Mandalorian found herself transported to a nearby planet and nonchalantly pinned to the wall of a random tavern in an Empire-controlled city. Much to her dismay, she pieced everything together rather quickly, as all the drunks kept commenting about a certain horny Empire recruitment poster.

And understandably, Sabine hated it. She hated being ogled at by drunkards, hated being reduced to the Empire’s propaganda tool against her will…

But more than anything, she was furious.

She knew that the Empire played dirty, but that was beyond anything she could’ve imagined! It was way worse than any torture she could’ve thought of while in that stinking cell of hers! Sure, it didn’t physically hurt, but having her slutty body dressed in a slutty bikini out in the open, visible by so many people… She’d rather die than be forced to do any more of this!

…Or at least, that’s what she thought at first.

With every horny gaze she got, Sabine felt herself getting hornier as well, and slowly, this flat existence started seeming less and less alarming. Soon, Sabine was happy to be getting all this attention, even if it mostly came from drunk perverts… And before long, that gaze was all that she desired. To be looked at, to be admired and jerked off to like the slutty poster she now was, it was her life’s purpose to be the target of everyone’s attention as she looked lustily over all the guests from high up on the wall…

…At least until the day the Empire fell, and she was unceremoniously scrubbed off of it.