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This is a fanfic comic I created featuring Batman and Jessica Rabbit. Synopsis: Batman came to interrogate her about a murder. He stayed for something else. A studio owner is dead, his will is missing, and Jessica Rabbit is the last person who saw him alive. Batman comes to her penthouse for answers and finds a woman who isn't afraid of him, isn't lying to him, and can see straight through the cowl. Neither of them leaves the night with what they came for.

Johnny discovers the girl hiding deep in his soul.

Kidnapped and imprisoned in an underground bunker, a woman is stripped of her identity and transformed into her captor’s fuck-pig.

He recognized her, the woman at the podium. She was still hot, maybe even more beautiful than twenty years ago. She hadn't changed much. But now he had the means by which to tame that manipulative bitch and bring her to heel. So he does it, he turns a cold bitch into his own docile pet.

In a large Victorian style house that’s been in her husband’s family for a century, a mother inadvertently and slowly, begins to grow her stable of girls, alpha-bulls, and beta-cucks. With an attic remodeled as an airy dungeon, she learns the tools of the mistress trade, applying it then to the making of several doormat girls (including a younger sister). A little B&D play has gotten out of control!

Saga and her husband get off on the dangerous thrill of her public teasing, but their game changes when they target Magnus, their older, burly neighbor. What begins as a dare at a pool party, ignites a dark hunger in Magnus that shatters their dynamic. He seizes control, turning Saga’s provocation into his own game. Magnus doesn’t just fuck her; he degrades her, orchestrating scenes where she services his friends, even dabbles into bestiality.

Sheri gets stood up by her date and decides to strike out on her own for the night. At a club, she meets a woman and is enchanted by her.

While working at the local pub, I found out I had an advantage over an older lady

Cora Delaney brings a lasagna to a stranger's door—a widower her incubus visited on a summons weeks ago, and never mentioned. Peter buried his wife forty-one years into a marriage that started as an argument about a hedge, and he has something to teach a woman six weeks into loving a nine-hundred-year-old man who will never age: the arithmetic of forever-with-an-ending never works, and you do it anyway. A quiet story about mortality, the deal everyone takes, and choosing it on purpose.

One of Captain Jack's sons has a life changing experience. As usual, I had trouble with the codes.