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Arcade's New Niche	By : Masterdudemind Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 106522 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Hour 7
Rahne and Maria didn’t know how long they were left alone with the ants, but each second was pure terror. By the time the guards pulled the two heroines out of the ‘Ant-Trap’, both Wolfsbane and Silverclaw felt as though the insects had formed a second, invasive skin, and their minds almost shut down in panic.
The two were pulled out, and roughly hauled into the showers that were luckily in the next room.
Maria didn’t even notice the freezing cold water as it splashed across her body. All she cared about was wiping the ants clean from her brown skin. One guard pushed Maria on her back, and inserted a hose into her cunt, and still Maria didn’t resist. She only felt relief as the tiny, disgusting invaders were flushed from her body.
Rahne was equally passive. She even spread her cunt with both hands, for once welcoming a violation, when they came around with the hose. She was disparate to cleanse the insects that had made their way inside her love tunnel. Water rushed up inside of her when the hose was inserted, and she felt a slight tickle as dozens of ants were swept out of her pussy and down the drain.
When it was all done, Rahne and Maria were laying limp on the tile floor, sucking in air as they tried to calm down, tried to regain their senses. They were utterly exhausted, both physically and mentally. The sheer terror of the ants invading their every crevice went beyond draining, beyond any battle they had fought before they were still heroines and not sexual puppets, made to dance at their captors every whim.
“Okay ladies, Jake managed to get a reservation, and it took some doing, so you don’t get a nap just yet,” Janet Hill smirked.
Maria just covered her eyes and cried softly as she heard the jingle of a leash and choker chain. Three of the guards came inside the room, each holding two leashes.
Arcade, in the time following their capture, had built a large collection of animals for various shows. A half dozen donkeys, four horses and over a dozen dogs, all trained in fucking human pussy, usually in front of a crowd. Maria knew she should have been ashamed to think it, but she’d prayed that they were in use fucking some other heroine right now.
Naturally, Arcade rarely let the animals go to waste.
Maria swallowed a lump in her throat. Only yesterday she was used as a cum bucket by several rich assholes spoiling their purebreds, and now she was going to do it all over again. The rookie Avenger knew better than to expect any mercy from either animal or human.
Like the sun rising, Maria knew she had to accept the dog cocks into her pussy as scientific fact now, and it was going to happen regardless of how she felt about it.
“You people are sick!”
Unfortunately, the same could not be said of Rahne.
Maria felt her blood run cold, and she looked at her fellow captive and was horrified by what she saw.
Rahne was on her knees, her face flush with anger and tears, and she was looking at the guards with pure moral indignation.
Anywhere else, it might have been inspiring, but here, experience had taught Maria that Rahne’s righteous anger was as smart, and effective, as throwing bloody meat at sharks.
“Have you no decency, no shame? Forcing us to lay with animals, you should be disgusted! We’re human beings!”
Shut up, just shut up, for the love of God! Maria silently begged as she squeezed her eyes shut, as if sheer denial was enough to change all this.
Maria remembered vividly the time when she herself snapped, and verbally tore into her captors, like a teacher trying to shame a disobedient class. Silverclaw called them sons of bitches, rattled off the few names she had memorized, and swore that she’d kill them all when she was free unless they stopped immediately.
Maria wept bitter tears as two ribbed dildos punched inside her cunt and ass, striking deeper than God had ever intended before pulling out and plunging back in again. The one aimed at her pussy punched her pussy with the strength of a heavy weight boxer at least three times a minute, and she’d been enduring for the last several hours. The dildo penetrating her ass was the size of a normal fist, and seemed to reach the end effortlessly.
Both dildos were covered in leather, and so absorbed every ounce of natural lubrication Silverclaw’s body managed to squeeze out after hours of this punishment. They relentlessly pulled and teared at her inner walls
Maria was bound spread eagle on a metal X, and held down with clamps so strong she felt as though they were slowly slicing into her flesh. Plastic cords were lashed around her breasts hours ago, and by now her once tanned brown breasts were purple from lack of blood. Her breasts felt as if they’d been sawed off, but the pain never went away, never stopped. Occasionally, some guard would wonder in, whipping her purple breast and chest whenever it struck their fancy.
The agony seemed to climb with each lash, and when the guards were finally done Maria was quacking in her bonds and drooling in her gag.
On top of it all, a suction tube had been applied to her clit. The sensation was maddening, as the tender love-bud was stimulated sucked and pulled from its hood. Random, forced pleasure assaulted her mind while her pussy was pummeled like a punching bag.
Of course, Arcade wasn’t one to let a single orifice go to waste. While her cunt and anus were being ravaged, and her breasts tortured, Maria was expected to suck off guard after guard. There was a small saving grace that nothing supported her head. So Maria simply went limp and opened her mouth for cock after cock. In her position, she felt their balls slap her nose and their cocks touch her tonsils, but Maria had long since lost her gag reflex.
The Hispanic Avenger had no idea how much cum she’d swallowed, but knew she could feel at least a half gallon settled in her stomach like glue, and it was all she could taste or smell.
As if that weren’t enough, Maria had no way of knowing how long Arcade intended to keep her bound like this. She had an IV in one arm, and could feel plugs inside her body that stopped any waste from escaping. The pressure had become unbearable at least three times before Maria remembered passing out from the agony, and later awaking with the pressure relieved.
As Maria passed into a fitful sleep, still being reamed by machine on one end and cock in the other, she found herself wishing that she’d wake up and find her gag gone, if only so she could beg for mercy.
Maria, in her time here, had been forced to fuck a horse, demons and everything in between, but it was her punishment for speaking out that gave her the most horrifying nightmares yet. She was still terrified that Arcade would do it all over again, just on a whim.
The guards gave Rahne an amused look, and then glanced to one another. Maria held her breath, and prayed they weren’t feeling creative.
The guards looked at one another, and formed a huddle, snickering and laughing the entire time. Both Maria and Rahne held their breath as the huddle ended, and guards emerged with knowing, sadistic smiles on their faces.
“So the bitch doesn’t want cock?” asked one guard, “I remember watching you take a whole pack! What happened? You looked like you enjoyed being the single bitch.”
Rahne unconsciously covered her bare breasts with her left arm as she remembered the incident. They’d sprayed her with pheromones to make the dogs think she was in heat, gave her a mild sedative that kept her from fighting back, threw her in the room and just sat back and watched.
The dogs mounted her like she was the last female on the face of the planet, and went at the young Scotswoman with a passion only an animal could sustain.
For hours.
When it was all over, Rahne was laying on the floor, her mouth and pussy leaking cum and her body littered with shallow scratches and bite marks. She didn’t speak to anyone for three days, not that it kept Arcade from having her abused. To this day, she never willingly spoke of the incident.
“This is just too much,” Rahne said softly, tears streaming down her face, “please, anything else…!”
“Fine, fine, you don’t have to service your boyfriends today,” replied one of the guards, “Silverclaw just gets double duty.”
“What?” Maria snapped. She turned to Rahne with a look of pure hatred, her eyes wet with tears, “you stupid bitch! Why couldn’t you just shut up! Why did you have to open your mouth!”
“Hey now, save that for later!” barked one of the guards, “assume the position and lets get this over with!”
Maria got on all fours, hands and knees, all the while glaring pure hatred at Rahne. One of the guards grabbed Maria by the hair, and pulled her towards the dogs. Maria moved as fast as she could on all fours, whimpering pathetically the entire time.
“Come on, hurry it up,” snapped the guard, “those sons of bitches take long enough as is, no reason for you to do the same.”
The man brought Maria within five feet of the dogs, and then gave her a ‘You know what to do’ look.
Maria, sobbing harder and harder as she grew to accept that she’d the dog’s only bitch today. She raised her ass in the air, and began to finger her slit. Maria secretly tried to fight it, but soon she was as wet as a washcloth, and the dogs began to pull even harder at their leashes.
It was a classic Pavlov response. The dogs had been used to fuck every heroine present. It didn’t take them long to learn that the smell of female juices meant that they’d get to dig their wick and for such simple creatures, there was no greater pleasure.
The guards let slip two of the leashes, and Maria squeezed her eyes shut as the dogs sprinted towards her vulnerable body.
“Ahh!” Maria screamed as the first dog impaled itself in her pussy. The second one came around to her face, and began rubbing its red cock all across her face. Her eyes still nailed shut, Maria opened her mouth and took the animal cock inside. The last time she refused to let a dog cum on her face, the guards shoved a baseball bat up her pussy and left it there for two days.
The cock she was sucking off came quickly enough, and Maria was thankful that the dog’s knot could easily pass her lips.
The same couldn’t be said for the dog impaling her pussy. His swollen cock came quickly enough, but it refused to deflate, so for ten minutes Maria felt the cock bounce up and down her pussy before it finally came loose.
The next dog they let loose on Maria nudged her side, and the young demi-goddess obediently turned over and laid on her back.
She’d worked with this dog before.
The dog dropped its cock into Maria’s gaping mouth, while it bent over and began lapping at her pussy. Maria felt a stab of red hot shame as pleasure began to trickle across her body thanks to the dog’s skilled tongue, as it sought to bring her clit out of hiding, and savor the moisture of her pussy as she became wet.
“Hey look, the dog taught the bitch a trick!” the guards laughed.
Meanwhile, Rahne was suffering a different, but no less painful, humiliation.
One of Arcade’s standing rules that any expression of defiance was to be met with swift and painful rape. By now, everyone knew it, but when swept up in the heat of the moment, paid it no heed.
Within minutes, Rahne was standing, shackled spread eagle with restraints hanging from the ceiling and a pair connected to the floor. Wolfsbane pulled at them weakly, desperately hoping that maybe this time that they were loose, that this time she might somehow get away.
But as always, that wasn’t the case here. The restraints on the ceiling were pulled so tight that the young mutant had to stand on the tips of her toes to just relieve the pressure she felt on her arms.
Rahne felt that if they were pulled any tighter, she might actually be pulled apart. And to her ternal shame, she realized that she might prefer that to being Arcade’s captive sex toy.
“You know, I should thank you,” the guard’s name was Jackson, and like everyone else he was hired because of his strong sadistic streak and total lack of morals, “I thought we’d get to test these toys out on Free Spirit or your Indian friend. But here you get to be the first!”
Rahne’s eyes began to water, as the guard’s statement began to sink in. When she felt him attach a small silver disc to the center of her chest, Rahne began to struggle against the restraints with renewed vigor.
“Please please please don’t do this!” Rahne pleaded as she trembled.
Whenever Arcade or his people devised a new torture, they were always careful to ensure that it wouldn’t permanently damage his captive heroines. Arcade said it was because he didn’t want to break his own toys, and even as he had them violated or whipped, the madman took some safety precautions against long term damage.
The silver disc on Rahne’s chest was a special sensor that first and foremost alerted the main systems that monitored the heroine’s health that an experiment was taking place. Second, the devise read literally everything about her body, how her nerves reacted, how close her muscles were to tearing, how much fluid was in her stomach, anything and everything was fed back to a special supercomputer designed to keep them from suffering a permanent or crippling injury.
All the information was used to determine exactly how far Arcade could push his places before they broke, before a creative torture crossed the line into a snuff film.
Rahne had mostly heard about it. This was her first time as a test subject, a guinea pig, and it terrified her. Every experiment was agonizing, as Rahne would learn days later. There were things like the dildo that could expand to the size of a baby’s head, or the lube that was little more than a combination of baby oil and hot sauce. Rahne could vividly remember when they were first tested, and when they were later used on her.
“Oh shut up,” Jackson snapped, “you know why this is happening, right?”
Jackson grabbed the branded ‘A’ on Rahne’s side, the mark that every last one of them bore. The brand, somehow, was still agonizingly raw, and the simple pinch felt like a knife in the side, and Rahne barely managed to keep from screaming again.
“Yes,” Rahne replied quickly. She’d long since learned that quick answers often brought at least a temporary relief to the pain, “because I said no. Because I forgot that I was jus’ a cunt on legs.”
Any answer would do, and the more insulting, Rahne found, the better.
“That’s right,” Jackson’s smile was more predatory than any animal Rahne had ever seen, “and because of that you get to test our newest toys. Anderson, the box!”
Rahne trembled as one of the guards dropped a box in front of Jackson. It seemed to hold a modified curling iron, a small pocket flash light and a whip, though Rahne knew she wasn’t going to be that lucky.
“Alright, lets see if I remember what O’Toole told me about this thing.”
Wolfsbane didn’t dare ask what the devise did. She just hoped that he’d lose interest, and move onto just raping her. Rahne never thought there’d be a time when she hoped she was just raped, but lately it was almost an everyday occurrence.
She’d rather take a dick in her pussy than suffer just half the things that were inflicted on her on a daily basis. A simple rape was almost a mercy, these days, no more traumatizing than a visit to the dentist.
“This is supposed to be a high intensity UV light,” Jackson began, “designed to cause a sunburn in seconds.”
“Please, I’m sorry!” Rahne begged.
“Nah, I kinda like it,” Jackson breasted it just above Rahne’s right breast, and turned it on, “it’s like an awesome magic marker!”
Rahne threw her head back and screamed as Jackson slowly dragged the burning UV light across her chest. Wolfsbane screamed so loudly that, for a moment, the dogs that had been fucking Silverclaw paused, and glanced her way in sympathy.
But they went back to fucking Silverclaw without a second thought. To them, the two once heroines were just pack bitches.
Rahne writhed in agony as Jackson used her bare flesh as a black board. Each inch that he dragged it across her skin was like a raging fire. Her bonds had been tightened, but still Rahne thrashed around, her mind white with pain. When Jackson was finally done with his ‘art project’, he took a step back to admire his handiwork.
The words ‘stupid bitch’ was written in bright red letters across Wolfsbane’s naked chest. Rahne’s entire body glistened in sweat, but the letters were still like a red neon sign plastered across her chest.
“Holy shit, it works!” laughed one guard.
Rahne found that she still had tears, as she realized that she was just the first to suffer like this, that Arcade had yet another toy in his arsenal with which to torture them with, as if he didn’t have dozens of ways already.
“Hey, it was just one test!” Jackson shouted back, “we still need a few more experiments, you guys know that!”
“Oh God…” Rahne moaned pathetically as she watched as Jackson walked behind her, and pressed the UV light against her ass, and turned it on.
“Arrrgh!” Rahne’s entire body took with the force of her screams. It felt as though a laser were digging into her flesh, slowly melting it away. The pain felt nothing like what it actually was, simply a fast acting sunburn.
When Jackson was done, Rahne had the words ‘Whip’ sunburned into her left cheek, and ‘Me’ on the right.
“I can’t wait to try that thing out on Songbird!” one guard hooted.
“Oh man, I gotta write up a list of things to plaster on these bitches!”
“Okay guys, that’s enough,” Jackson waved them down, “O’Toole said not to use it too much, wants to make sure it’s safe.”
Jackson slapped the sunburn on Rahne’s chest, eliciting a cry of pain.
“Seems to work fine, if you ask me, though.”
Rahne breathed a short breath of relief. Though her chest and ass still burned painfully, she was glad that they were at least erring on the side of caution. Though she knew that only meant there’d be more tests later…
“Okay, now for the next one.”
Rahne felt a knot form in her stomach as Jackson picked up what she first thought looked like a curling iron, but saw was really more a combination of riding crop and curling iron.
“…what is that?” Rahne’s imagination began to run amok, and wished she was never born rather than find out.
“An old fashioned tool with a new twist,” Jackson said, “O’Toole said it was a cane mixed with a branding iron.”
Rahne’s eyes went wide with horror.
“I know, isn’t it cool?” Jackson laughed as he took up a position behind Rahne.
Rahne began to pull frantically at her bonds, to the point she would have accepted the loss of her arms just to get away. She tried desperately to summon her mutant powers and the strength that came with it, but her body remained unchanged.
But Arcade was thorough. No matter how hard she struggled, Rahne would never be able to use her innate powers without her captors permission. Rahne swore that they’d never take her soul, but there was no question that Arcade owned the mutant’s body, lock stock and barrel.
The first crack of the superheated cane was unlike anything Rahne had felt before. Her vision went white, but for a moment, she didn’t feel any pain. In fact, she didn’t feel much of anything.
At first.
But then the agony hit her like a wave cresting, and the Lupine Mutant screamed as loud as her lungs would allow. Jackson found the sound intoxicating, and swung the cane even harder.
As Wolfsbane was whipped with a scolding hot cane, Silverclaw took a dog cock in both her pussy and mouth, as the guards watched and leered.
   &&&
Elsewhere
Boomerang breathed a sigh of relief when the blindfold was removed from around his head. Trust was a rare commodity in the supervillain community, and the only hint you ever had that a boss was dissatisfied with your work was when he sent someone to kill you.
But in the past few weeks since he’d joined up with The Hood, Boomerang was confident that the new boss on the block was satisfied with his work. All that was left, everyone said, was one final initiation. That was why he, Eel, Trapster, Chemistro and Blizzard were all blindfolded, as they’d joined up together.
Boomerang felt the Hood teleport them, and when the blindfold was removed, him found himself along with his teammates, standing before Hood and his sorta girlfriend, Satana. The room was pitch black, except for a single light cast down from above revealing only the six criminals. Almost instantly Boomerang figured it had to be magic.
“Alright boys,” Hood began, “tonight’s mostly about having a good time. But I’ll warn you, it’s also about how far you’re willing to go. Once you’re in with me, you’re in. No pulling a Thunderbolt, no half assed fence sitting, none of that bullshit.”
“Fine with us,” Eel replied.
“Yeah, we ain’t no pussies,” declared Blizzard.
“Funny you should say that,” Hood smiled. With a snap of his fingers and a burst of light, the room was illuminated, and what the four saw shocked them.
Dallas Riodan, Citizen V, and Melissa Gold, Songbird stood at the edge of two separate beds, with a collar attached to their necks that led to the headboard. Both heroines were as naked as the day they were born, standing in front of mannequins dressed in their old costumes and in their mouths were a pack of condoms.
“Holy shit!” Blizzard became hard almost instantly, “this place is real? I thought it was just bullshit!”
“I heard these bitches were dead!” Eel smiled underneath his mask, and noticed how the two only seemed to tremble underneath their gaze. Having been on the ass end of many an ass-kicking, Eel felt intoxicated by their cowed looks.
Trapster and Blizzard, however, didn’t share the feeling. They exchanged a glance, readied their weapons, and…
“Ah-ah!” Satana touched both villains upside their heads, and they froze instantly.
“What’s with them?” Chemistro asked.
“They seem to have some slight moral objections to tonight’s entertainment,” Hood replied.
“Damn Blizzard,” Boomerang shook his head as he looked at his old partner, “thought you knew the score, mate. You don’t have to kill him, do ya?”
Hood shook his head, “Nah. My girl will just wipe their minds, and we’ll say they got drunk and tried to paw her.”
“That’s pretty kind of you,” Eel said.
“Nothing sparks self righteous curiosity like dead criminals,” Satana explained as Blizzard and Trapster stood stupidly in front of her, “and some of us enjoy this establishment.”
“I here that,” Eel rubbed his hands together, “dibs on the red head.”
“You can have ‘er,” Boomerang said, “me and Songbird, we need to have words about a mutual friend.”
Melissa began to tremble, knowing that it was always worse when her john had a personal grudge.
“Chemistro?” Hood gave his minion a look, “any preference?”
“I dunno, I got a girlfriend,” the villain said, “it okay if I just get a blow job? That ain’t cheating to me.”
“I hear that. Its fine, but make a choice,” Hood said, “I recommend the red head. She used to be a cop.”
“A cop?” Chemistro clenched his fists, “that’s all I need to know.”
Songbird began to shake as Boomerang approached her, but remained still. He walked past her, and then picked up the chain connected to her leash off the floor.
“Come on bitch,” Boomerang cruelly yanked the leash, and then swung it so that Songbird was flung onto the bed. Songbird was left gasping, as Boomerang stood over her and spread her legs.
“So what is it about this pussy that turned the Beetle into honest Abe?” Boomerang asked. He jammed his fingers into Songbird’s slit, and began to feel around as if he was looking for something. Songbird bit her lip, fearing that anything she might say would only provoke him further.
“I think I need to do some investigation, what do you think?” Boomerang’s smile was like that of a shark’s to Songbird, as he withdrew his fingers from her cunt.
“I think…” Songbird rolled on her back, and looked the villain in the eyes. She remembered defeating the Elements of Doom, two dozen Masters of Evil, Graviton and even saving the world alongside her teammates.
But then Melissa Gold remembered Baron Zemo made her beg for mercy, how she was fucked by dogs in front of a cheering crowd, and how she meekly raped her teammates with a strap-on, and they’d done the same to her. Just a few hours ago she’d serviced a contingent of Hydra agents. The old Songbird was just a cruel memory now, an advertisement for whore.
“I think this…” Songbird spread her pussy, and put on her best fake smile, “…is yours right now.”
She knew exactly why Boomerang hated her. He and her old boyfriend, Abe Jenkins The Beetle, worked together. But when he became Mach-1 and her lover, they both turned their back on the criminal lifestyle. It wasn’t something that was much discussed, but villains who reformed were always regarded as the lowest of the low. Worse than rats or snitches, they were scum who goose stepped for ‘The Man’ and beat up people they should be helping.
It was a stupid, Melissa knew. Hell, she remembered calling the Scarlet Witch a whore just because she spent ten minutes as a villain. ‘Screaming Mimi’ was a villain for half a decade.
As if that weren’t enough, to Boomerang, Songbird was the evil seductress that stole away his friend. The idea that Abe might have decided to be a better man on his own, that he was the one who led them both back into society as respectable members, was too much for Boomerang to consider.
“Damn right it is,” Boomerang hissed. He pushed down his pants and leaned over, pressing his cock inside of Songbird.
Melissa expected him to begin fucking her right then and there, but Boomerang hesitated. He pushed his hips forward, then stopped.
“Not bad, not bad,” Boomerang said, like he was test driving a car. He pulled out, then flipped Songbird on her stomach.
“Ugh!” Songbird grunted as Boomerang pushed into her tight anal passage. Songbird was certain he was going to fuck her in earnest, but after only a few strokes, he pulled out.
“Better,” Boomerang rubbed his chin, “turn around, and suck bitch.”
Songbird felt the little bit that remained of her gag reflex return, but still she complied. She wrapped her mouth around his cock, shutting out the taste, and sucked like she had so many times before.
“Damn…” Boomerang moaned, “fine mouth you got there. I really can’t decide which one I want.”
“Why choose?” Satana whispered in Boomerang’s ear, and suddenly the villain felt a wave of vitality wash over him, “as long as your anger burns, your spear will hold strong.”
“Oh babe,” Boomerang grabbed Songbird by the ankles and flipped her over on her stomach, “in that case, I know just where to start!”
Melissa squealed as Boomerang all but punched into her tight ass. He grabbed her hair like it was the reigns of a horse, and pulled her head back as he fucked her. Songbird screamed for mercy as his rod punched inside her, but Boomerang wasn’t hearing any of it.
When he decided her hair wasn’t strong enough to give him the depth he wanted, Boomang draped himself over her backside and grabbed her shoulders. Boomerang, who was professional athlete long before he was a professional criminal, used every ounce of strength to pull Songbird down onto his cock.
Songbird wept as she was crushed against the bed. Only Zemo hurt her this much she he fucked, and even he wasn’t this savage. Boomerang fucked her like an animal, and Songbird couldn’t begin to guess how long he’d last.
&&&
Dallas trembled as she cupped her breasts for Eel. The villain had pulled two twist-ties out of the ‘sex toy’ box, and ordered her to present herself.
Dallas cringed as the plastic was looped around both her breasts. This wasn’t her first time, after all.
“Damn, these things are huge!” Eel remarked as he tightened the first one. Dallas took a sharp intake of breath, as the plastic began to grind against her large breasts. Eel pulled the twist tie as tight as he could, and then went onto the second one.
When he was done, Dallas felt her eyes water. She could feel the blood draining from her beautiful breasts, and already they were beginning to ache. And she felt a sense of dread when she noticed the ends of the ties came out on the side.
“Okay, that’s the first set.”
“First?” Dallas couldn’t stop herself from asking.
“Of course,” Eel gave her nipple a quick pinch, “a pig like you needs some jewelry to look pretty.”
Eel produced a set of cuffs, and she knew instantly what he meant. She turned around, and placed her hands behind her back before she even realized he hadn’t given her an order.
“Whoa! What a well trained bitch!” Chemistro laughed.
It was a pathetic joke, but it stabbed Dallas in the heart like a knife. Was she really so weak that she did what her johns wanted just on instinct? She wanted to tell herself no, but the evidence spoke for itself.
Dallas heard the –click- of the cuffs, and for a moment just wondered ‘why’. It was a well known fact that Arcade had them humbled by failsafes. Every cock they took inside them was proof of that, so why did they feel the need to add even more restraints over that? When was the humiliation enough for them?
“Okay pig, lay across the bed,” Eel ordered, as Dallas was on the verge of breaking into tears, or into a murderous rampage (if she could have). Eel didn’t know any of that, but he certainly did savor the burning look on her face.
Citizen V did as she was told without hesitation, as her breasts began to burn and ache. Chemistro walked around to where she rested her head, and began to unbuckle his pants.
“You sure you don’t want any pink?” Eel said, as he undid his pants.
“Nah, my girl wouldn’t approve,” replied Chemistro, “but we agreed, blow jobs weren’t cheatin’.”
“Such a romantic,” Eel chuckled, “ready to pork this pig?”
“Oh hell yeah!”
Chemistro grabbed Dallas’ purple breasts, and used them to pull her towards his erect cock. The pain was like a scorching fire, and Dallas screamed in agony until Chemistro’s cock plugged her throat perfectly.
“Ahh yeah,” Chemistro sighed as he felt the warmth around his manhood. He began to knead Dallas’ blood starved breasts, which only made her gurgle louder. But her screams felt more like a humming massage.
“Lets see what this pussy is like,” Eel grabbed the ends of the plastic ties that choked Dallas’ breasts, and used them as leverage plunged into her unprepared snatch.
Dallas somehow found the strength to scream louder, as her dry pussy was fucked raw while the plastic ties around her breasts began to tighten more and more. They left like blunt saws, hacking away at her breasts.
“Oh yeah!” Eel shouted, as his cock traveled the length of Dallas’ pain wracked pussy. Physically she wasn’t the best fuck he’d had, but mentally the fact that he had a heroine, a D-lister like him who got his ass beat by Daredevil like clockwork, was the greatest aphrodisiac in the world.
Her blue eyes filled with tears, her wrists cuffed behind her back, the way her body was wracked with sobs and how her pussy gripped his cock, Eel couldn’t think of a better fuck he’d had in his entire life.
The same, however, could not be said of Chemistro.
To him, fucking Dallas was just part of ‘The Game’. He had to take it the first time he did some hard time, so why shouldn’t these bitches have to do the same?
So he didn’t feel the same rush that Eel did, when his cock travled the length of Dallas’ throat. She was positioned so perfectly that he was a little afraid that he might hit her tonsils, but otherwise Dallas was just a regular blow job to him, and Chemistro had plenty of those before. And since the whole point of this was to show that he was loyal, a ruthless cog in Hood’s criminal machine, he decided that it would be best if he didn’t finish two quickly.
The Hood and Satana watched as the two Thunderbolts wept and begged as they were fucked by his people, and felt a sense of accomplishment for today. He’d weeded out two weak links, and ensured the loyalty of three more.
After raping a heroine, there was no way these three could ever consider going to the other side. Even if no one knew, they would know, and they knew Hood would know. So all they could do now was devote themselves to their criminal careers, always looking for that big score.
“Who knew that Thunderbolts could be so helpful to committed villains?”
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