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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 8
“….please, no more.”
Rahne’s throat was too dry to even scream as the steaming hot cane was brought down across her ass. She just whimpered, and then sobbed.
“We still need to fully test this. Hey, Bobby, Jake, do a ‘T’,” ordered the head guard Jackson.
The two guards stepped towards Rahne, each grabbing a leg. The red headed mutant knew what they had in mind, but was too weak to put up anything that resembled resistance, even if she could.
With her legs spread like an open book, her pussy completely exposed, Rahne knew what was to come next.
-crack!-
Rahne gasped, and then went limp, tears streaming down her eyes. Her nerves registered nothing but agony, but she was as silent as the grave. Her pain threshold had been crossed ages ago, but only now had Rahne lost the ability to respond.
“Oh hell,” Jackson looked at his watch, and saw it blinking red.
“Guess she needs a tune up, huh?” asked another guard, as he admired Rahne’s ‘stupid bitch’ sunburn. He pinched her abused nipple, but Rahne didn’t even moan.
“Afraid so,” Jackson sighed, “get the bitches off Silverclaw. We might as well patch them both up. Besides, I’m getting hungry.”
Silverclaw said a silent prayer as she felt the dog’s cock pull out of her tight snatch. The guards losing interest in their humiliation was as small blessing, but a blessing none the less.
“Get up!”
Silverclaw found the strength to climb to her feet, her legs shaking. She began to walk to the door, but barely made it a dozen feet before she fell forward, unable to stand. All she felt below her waist was pain.
“Hell with this,” said one of the guards, Big Tiny. He was a monster of a man, dwarfing all the girls. He grabbed Silverclaw around the waist and carried the limp heroines like they were bags of groceries.
“I’ll take ‘em to see the doc,” said Big Tiny, “you guys get me a plate.”
Wolfsbane and Silverclaw were in a haze of agony as Big Tiny carried them through the underground Brother. The only thing that registered in their minds was the fact that they were no longer hurting.
Big Tiny stopped at a door labeled ‘Medical Facilities’, and kicked the closed door loudly.
“Hey Doc Shoc,” Big Tiny roared, “open up! I got two new bitches for you!”
The door slip open, and in the threshold stood a grey skinned man, leaning on a cane and wearing a lab-coat with a look of pure contempt on his face.
“They’re neither bitches, nor new,” Doc Shoc huffed.
Both Silverclaw and Wolfsbane breathed an honest sigh of relief when they heard the man’s voice.
Doctor Eliot Peter Frankenstein, or Doc Shoc as he was nicknamed, was Arcade’s only male prisoner. A descendent of the legendary Frankenstein, he’d taken an interest in his ancestor’s work, but not in creating artificial life, but in the power of electricity itself. He was absolutely fascinated how his ancestor used it to create live, to bring back dead tissue.
According to the Doctor himself, it took two long decades, but after an experiment blew up in his face, his body became a sort of transformer for electrical energy. All he needed to heal the human body of virtually any injury was a few volts of energy, and a gentle touch.
“Whatever,” Big Tiny grunted, “they’re your responsibility for a while. Don’t get too attached.”
“Monsters, all of them,” Doc Shoc muttered. With a pained grunt, he got down on one knee, and took both girls’ hand, “just relax.”
Both girls had been through this before, and closed their eyes. They heard an electric hum, but were a little surprised when, at first, nothing happened.
“Sorry, ladies, my battery is a little low,” Doc Shoc smiled with a trace of guilt. He then closed his eyes, and both girls nearly jumped out of their skin when the energy began to flow.
But unlike when Arcade’s people would press a taser to their clit, the energy that flowed from Doc Shoc’s body was like warm spring water. As it engulfed them, every tear, every ache, every pain from the last twenty four hours evaporated like morning mist. Stretched muscles and deep pains resumed their natural state, and cuts sealed themselves without complaint.
In so many ways, it was like physically waking from a nightmare.
The only thing that remained was the branded ‘A’ Arcade had given them, but even now it throbbed just a little less.
“Oh God, thank you, Doctor” Maria sat up, and stretched her arms, “even after so many times, it still feels like heaven!”
“It’s the least I can do,” Doc Shoc replied. He helped the two to their feet, despite his bad knee, “someone has to redeem my gender.”
“I’ve eaten too much pussy to think less of men because of all this,” Silverclaw sighed, “we’re going to go clean up, Doc.”
“Of course,” Doc Shoc said, “if you need me, I’ll be in my office.”
Rahne and Maria stumbled to the showers, and when the first spray of hot water washed over them, both girls felt faint with relief.
Without a word, they each took a bar of soap. Maria turned around first, and Rahne ran it across the length of her back, until Maria’s back was slick with soap. When she was done, Rahne turned around, and Maria turned the favor. Bathing in captivity had become something of a ritual to them now.
“You felt that, right?” Maria asked, as she lathered her breasts with soap.
“Aye, o’ course, but…” Rahne’s voice trailed off as she began to shampoo her hair.
“Don’t even try, you mutie bitch,” Maria growled. She pushed Rahne against the wall, with murder in her eyes, “I just took dog cock for you!”
“You know I never meant that to happen!” Rahne defended, with tears in her eyes, “I jus’ couldn’t take it anymore! I just snapped!”
“You couldn’t take it, so I did!” Maria snapped.
“It wasn’t like they let me off easy!” Rahne said.
“I’d have traded places with you in a heartbeat,” said Maria. She could almost hear the dogs panting in her ear, “so yeah, you’re taking one for the team. If you don’t, I will tell the others!”
Maria all but pushed Rahne out of the showers the moment she had all the shampoo out of her hair. Alone, Maria douched herself, and did everything she could to force the memory of the dogs fucking her, the knot that took hold in her cunt out of her mind.
She didn’t have much luck. Instead, she broke down in the shower stall, sobbing, both from the memory, and from the fact that fucking a dog just didn’t disgust her like it used to.
But being used to all this? That still disgusted the once proud Avenger.
Rahne, for her part, took a towel Doc Shoc had kindly placed outside the shower and wrapped it around herself. She didn’t plan to keep it on long, but clothing of any kind was a luxury.
She found Doc Doc in his ‘study’, a twenty by sixteen foot room that held a bed, a desk littered with an impressive amount of whiskey bottles, and a bookcase that held an equally impressive number of medical books, with a TV in the center.
Doc Shoc, as usual, was at his desk, reviewing yet another medical journal. Rahne suspected that he only did it to give himself the illusion of something to do. Despite herself, Rahne’s eyes lingered on the television. Arcade had been amazingly strict in controlling the flow of information, to the point Rahne wondered if the outside world even remembered them anymore. Until they were all locked in their cell, it was nothing more than a paper weight.
“Miss Sinclair,” Doc Shoc fumbled as he turned the page, “come in, come in. Do you need any medical assistance?”
Rahne smiled at his dry humor. It there was ever a time that Doc Shoc had failed any of them, Rahne couldn’t remember it. Which made what she had to do all the more important.
“Nothing of the sort,” Rahne replied.
“Glad to hear it. I’m certain those savages will be back in time, so why don’t you make yourself comfortable on my bed?” Doc Shoc offered. He returned his attention to his journal, “I’m certain that miserable troll wouldn’t begrudge you a little rest, and to hell with him if he does!”
“Well, I was planning to use the bed,” Rahne purred walked over to Doc Shoc, and pulled his chair backwards. She spun him around, and smiled, “but not by myself.”
“I have to disappoint,” Doc Shoc said, though Rahne could see his throbbing erection, “I’m…busy.”
“Ye don’t look so busy to me,” Rahne smiled. She allowed the towel to fall from her chest, and Doc Shoc saw her entire, unmarred beauty. She leaned in close, until Doc Shoc’s breath was on her breasts, “are ye sure you couldn’t make some time?”
Doc Shoc hesitated, then pushed away, “Absolutely.”
Rahne wasn’t much surprised. She, and every other woman in Arcade’s captivity, had danced this dance at least once before.
Doc Shoc, in the outside world, was the worst kind of man short of a criminal. By his own admission, he was a thoughtless womanizer, a drinker with little regard for anyone’s safety, and an all around, narcissistic son of a bitch. He used his healing powers to amass wealth by healing and treating only a select few, no one worth less than fifty million, and only did the slightest amount of charity work once a decade in over a hundred years.
But compared to the people that ran this carnal hell, he was practically a saint. He had some standards, and he wasn’t about to exploit helpless women. For all his flaws, Doc Shoc was no rapist.
“We’ve been over this,” Rahne closed the distance between them again, “they can take anything from me, but only I can give it away.”
Rahne gently ran her hand over Doc Shoc’s ruined knee. His impressive powers of healing worked on his own body as well as any strangers, keeping him in the peak of health for centuries.
Usually.
But as a man of ethics, of character, he steadfastly refused to apply those healing abilities to anyone other than Arcade’s captives. A month ago, a generator exploded, and four guards were caught in the blast. Arcade brought them all to Doc Shoc, and demanded he fix them.
Doc Shoc heard their moans of agony, saw the fury in his captor’s eye, and politely turned his nose up at the man without a second thought. In the end, Doc Shoc was lucky to come away with a ruined knee that Arcade made sure would never mend.
Like the throbbing ‘A’ Arcade had branded them al with, they shared an aching wound that refused to heal because of that bastard.
“Obviously, but…”
Rahne silenced the man with a kiss, and she gently helped him to his feet, meeting with no resistance.
Rahne helped Doc Shoc to his bed, and sat him down. As he began to undress, Rahne slipped a few fingers into her slit, and began to ready herself. Having sex wet was rare, and Rahne wasn’t about the let the opportunity pass.
As she readied herself, Rahne felt a trace of shame. A year ago she barely masturbated, but here she was, seducing a reluctant man into having sex for reasons that could best be described as ‘enlightened self interest’. Rahne wondered if…when they escaped, if she would ever be able to recognize herself in the mirror.
But Doc Shoc’s powers depended on his emotional state. M theorized that he had to be in a certain frame of mind to channel his healing abilities to be at their peak, and depression drained his powers like water out of a sink, sapping his powers faster than he could replenish them, putting them all at risk.
But as a man of simple pleasures, they’d quickly learned that Doc Shoc’s ‘batteries’ could easily be recharged the old fashioned way. And so, every heroine had vowed to do everything they could to keep Doc Shoc in the best shape possible, and no one was allowed to refuse.
Because they knew that Arcade wouldn’t show them any mercy, even if they didn’t have Doc Shoc to patch them back up.
Rahne helped Doc Shoc lay back in his bed, and then positioned her snatch over his erect cock.
“Miss Sinclair…Rahne, if you don’t want to, I’ll understand,” Doc Shoc said, half heartily.
“Oh, this is something every girl wants,” Rahne said in her best sexy voice.
Rahne lowered herself unto Doc Shoc’s manhood, and she felt a wave of pleasure come crashing over her.
It wasn’t that rough, purely physical pleasure that Arcade’s people forced on her. Rahne was long past being ashamed when the men inside her made her cum. Sometimes, it was nothing more than a physical reaction.
But with Doc Shoc, it was more than that. His powers made every nerve come alive and rippled pleasure through her like a morning rays of a new day.
Rahne was awash in true pleasure, so much so that it took her a moment to gather her wits, and remember what she was doing.
“Mmmm,” Rahne moaned, as she began to ride the Doctor. She sank herself deeper onto his cock, and tried to steady her breathing.
“Oh…God…!” Doc Shoc gasped. A side effect of his healing was that all the women were as tight as virgins, and Rahne was especially petite compared to the rest. Her pussy was like a soft vice, squeezing his cock just right.
Rahne smiled, she couldn’t not. Her nipples were hard with pleasure, and her clit was so erect it could have cut glass. Rahne had never felt better in her life, even though she was still captive, even though she was fucking a man she didn’t love.
This was sex like Rahne always imagined it. In her head, she knew it was just a side effect of the Doctor’s power, but she just didn’t care.
“Oh, God!” Rahne screamed, as she came. She rode the blissful orgasm, until she remembered her responsibility.
“Oh yes, yes!” Rahne steadied herself as she bucked up and down on the man’s cock. She squeezed her pussy as she came down, one of the few tricks she’s learned. She could feel his cock swell, and felt the surge of pleasure that preceded it.
“Oh my god!” Rahne grabbed Doc Shoc’s hands, and put them over her breasts, “nipples, now!”
Doc Shoc massaged Rahne’s tits, teasing her nipples and kneading her breasts. Rahne kissed the man, exploring his mouth with her tongue
“Ugh!” Rahne moaned, as her pussy squeezed his cock even tighter.
Doc Shoc climaxed, his seed splashing into Rahne’s wet snatch. Rahne stopped fighting against the orgasm that’d been building inside her.
Rahne road the orgasm for what felt like an eternity, before returning to earth. Rahne laid down on Doc Shoc’s chest, panting.
“Was it good for you too?” Doc Shoc said, honestly.
“Perfect,” Rahne replied, and she barely had to lie.
The two laid there, in silence.
Rahne preferred it that way. The others never spoke of it, but Rahne, when it was all over, she found the guilt of her actions overwhelming. Doc Shoc was the best man in this hell, and here she was doing to him what Arcade was doing to the rest of them.
And the idea that she was anything like Arcade made her sick beyond words.
oooOOooo
Tigra
“Tigra, hall duty!”
First, they bound Tigra’s arms behind her back. The feline Avenger grunted as her elbows touched, forced together by a plastic Kevlar sleeve and her joints began to feel as if they were being ripped in two.
Then, they attached a rope to the sleeve, connected to the ceiling. That didn’t surprise Tigra much. She knew that Arcade could hang them from the ceiling anywhere in the complex like an ornament if the mood suited him.
They pulled the rope, and Tigra found herself forced forwards as her arms were pulled to the ceiling. The agony doubled with each pull, and Tigra was certain that if it weren’t for her super strength, her arms would have popped out of their joints by now.
“Uggh!” Tigra couldn’t help but grunt, but she wasn’t about to beg for mercy.
Not just because her captors wouldn’t give it, but because Tigra knew she didn’t deserve it.
But she still panicked when she felt them putting restraints on her ankles.
“What, what are you doing?” Tigra said, as fear lanced through her.
The guards didn’t reply, and before Tigra could even try to demand answers, her legs were forced apart, yanked upwards until she formed a T, with all her bodyweight now resting on her already agonized arm sockets.
“Stop! Please, don’t do this!” Tigra began to beg, “I can’tpph!”
Tigra didn’t even notice the first man, until his cock was shoved into her mouth. Tigra felt little shame as she licked the foreskin, and went to work on instinct.
“Hope this doesn’t count as unnatural acts with animals,” said another man, as he took up a position behind Tigra. He placed the tip of his at the entrance of her anal passage. He put on hand on her thigh, grabbed her tail with his other, and swung her onto his cock.
Tigra screamed again, as every inch of movement brought a world of pain, but her tormenters never cared. It just seemed to excite them further.
The Feline Avenger was left like that for most of the day. Men, and women, came and went. More than a few men gave Tigra a couple quick thrusts because she was an Avenger, but nothing more than that for some. Others took full advantage.
Time blurred together for Tigra. She licked cunts, sucked cocks and took it in every hole. The faces became one.
Until she saw Arcade approaching. His scent, his stench, was something Tigra was always on the alert for.
“How’s my favorite Avengers?” Arcade smirked.
Arcade snapped his fingers, and Tigra fell to the floor like a bag of flour into the puddle of cum that had pooled beneath her, landing in a splat!.
Every inch of her feline form hurt, but Tigra was quick to free her hands, and approached Arcade on her hands and knees, like a trained lapdog. One look from Arcade’s face was all the instruction she needed.
She unzipped Arcade’s pants, and gently pulled Arcade’s limp cock free.
She took it into her mouth like a fish taking a worm. She wasn’t shocked that he was still limp, he’d seen every heroine naked and fucked them all at least three times, after all.
But Tigra’s oral skills were honed to perfection by now. She brought her master off inside of a minute.
“The cat’s a well trained bitch,” Arcade smirked as he put his tool back in his pants.
Tigra kept her eyes downcast. Arcade always seemed to treat eye-contact as a challenge for more cruelty.
“Having fun?”
“Always!” Tigra replied quickly.
“Well, glad to hear it,” Arcade said, “follow me, you have a new client.”
Tigra felt as if ice water had been poured down her spine. New client could only mean that Arcade had found some new way to torture her.
Tigra stood, every inch of her body aching, and followed behind Arcade.
As it was every day, the complex smelled of sweat and sex. Tigra could hear Dagger’s whimpers as a heavy set man impaled her ass, and could smell Jolt’s wet pussy it a Doberman licked like it was candy.
No matter how hard she tried, Tigra couldn’t block it all out. So she tried instead to focus on Arcade, the scents and smells that lingered on him, and what she found was baffling.
He smelled of water, and something in his pocket smelled of fish oil, pure oxygen, chlorine and a few other chemicals she couldn’t identify.
Tigra followed Arcade into a room equipped with nothing more than a filled swimming pool, and a single shower nozzle.
“Clean up,” Arcade ordered.
Tigra showered off immediately, grateful for a moment to be cleansed of all the cum.
“They say wet dog stinks, but wet cat doesn’t smell much better,” Arcade waved a hand in front of his nose.
Tigra remained silent, unable to take her eyes off the pool. Her imagination ran while trying to think who her next customer might be. Was her John Tiger Shark, or Attuma? As a member of the Avengers, Tigra knew that she had enemies from every part of the earth, as a matter of principle.
“Here,” Arcade removed a small pill from his pocket, and presented it to Tigra, “swallow this.”
Tigra took the pill from Arcade gingerly, “What is it?”
Arcade smiled, “Poison.”
Tigra gave Arcade a look.
“Come on,” Arcade laughed, “it was a joke! I’m kidding! It’s…”
Tigra snatched the pill and swallowed it before Arcade could finish.
“You’ll deep throat anything, won’t you?”
“Not like you’d ever give me a choice,” Tigra growled, “what do you have in mind for today? Hurry up and be done with it, because I’d rather hang in the hall and suck cock all day than talk to you!”
“Nice,” Arcade gave Tigra a mocking slow clap, “found your backbone, huh? Shame you couldn’t do that before you turned on all your friends.”
“You made me do that,” Tigra growled, “that wasn’t my fault!”
Arcade gave Tigra a smirk, “Think that’s what they’d say? Really? Then…why exactly haven’t you confessed yet?”
Tigra clenched her fists, but was silent. She still felt the sting of shame of betraying her friends, and she feared what Arcade would do with the information she’d unwittingly given him already. What if it led to another heroine being taken? Tigra knew she couldn’t live with another woman’s hatred, not like that.
“Anyways, that’s actually why we’re here,” Arcade said, “you’ve been a little tight lipped about your friends.”
Tigra felt a chill down her spine. She knew this day would come, when Arcade would put her on the spot for concrete information. She’d given him bits and snippets, but they both knew that wouldn’t hold him forever.
“…I don’t have any information,” Tigra said softly, and it was true. While everyone wanted to escape, Arcade was damned thorough. But he was also paranoid, “after Dallas realized that you put a gene lock on the door pads, she…”
“Oh, I don’t want answers right now,” Arcade said, “in fact, I have just one question for you. How are you breathing?”
“Breathing?” Tigra took a moment to notice her own breath, and realized that each time she drew breath, she felt stronger, healthier. Under normal conditions, she might not have found it so worrying, but here, she knew everything Arcade did, it was to make them suffer, “…what did you do?”
“Oh, just something to help you with your next date,” smiled Arcade, “that little pill was developed by Reed Richards for underwater exploration. Your lungs are roughly two hundred percent stronger.”
All Tigra heard was ‘under water’. She tried to steady herself, tried to tell herself she wasn’t some housecat that was scared of getting damp. There were more than a few jungle cats that were actually adept swimmers.
But jungle cats never had to deal with Arcade.
“I’ll be back in a few hours,” Arcade said politely, “when I get back, you better have some juicy gossip for me.”
Tigra felt her pulse quicken, as she watched Arcade leave. He usually introduced the Johns went he went for that extra sadism, for him to just leave…
Tigra was trembling with fear and anticipation, her attention so focused on Arcade that she didn’t notice at first, how a hand made entirely of water reach out of the pool. Tigra heard a few shallow drops, and barely had time to scream as it reached out and pulled her under the pool, all the way to the bottom.
Greer screamed, as fear overwhelmed every sense and all reason. She barely realized that she had no trouble breathing, because her mind was in pure panic mode. Tigra couldn’t think, couldn’t feel and couldn’t hear anything over the sound of her jackhammering heart.
Morris Bench, known in the villain community as Hydro-Man, smiled mentally.
For as long as he could remember, he was regarded as a joke, a punch-line. ‘He’s all wet’, everyone would say, as though it were funny, as though he hadn’t heard it a million times before.
Having an Avenger like Tigra, writhing inside of him, panicking like a wild animal, did a lot to restore his confidence.
“You think things are bad now?” Bench smiled, “wait ‘till I show you what else I got…”
Hydro-man concentrated. Even when he was entirely water, he could still ‘feel’ his body. He could feel each finger, the hair on his head, everything, when he was literally nothing but water.
It never occurred to him, until Arcade approached him, that he could create extra limbs. Hydro-Man experimented first with creating new arms. He created a dozen arms with barely any effort.
And now, in his element, Hydro-Man concentrated on a different limb.
Tigra’s mind was filled with panic, but she couldn’t ignore it when something slammed into her pussy, pushing her half way across the pool.
The second thrust crushed Tigra up against the pool wall, and the third spread her pussy almost to the breaking point.
A cock unlike anything Tigra had ever felt before pushed it’s way into her pussy. There were no in and out thrusts, no tenderness, just a relentless force that only paused when it reached her cervix.
Tigra felt the tip of the cock shrink, and slip inside her womb. And she felt it as the tiny cock that had slithered inside her womb, had begun to grow.
The pain was searing hot, and Tigra screamed and dragged her claws against the wall, creating deep gouges, but she was completely helpless as her cervix was pried open, and Hydro-Man’s water cock, harder and stronger than his flesh and blood one, slammer into the roof of her womb like a jack hammer.
“I’m more an ass guy,” Hydro-Man grabbed Tigra’s furry rear, and pulled her away from the wall. With one thrust, her tight rear was penetrated.
Tigra threw her head back to scream, and was met with another water cock, that slithered down her throat. Tigra thought she’d completely lost her gag reflex, but found that wasn’t true when the cock went half a foot beyond her tonsils.
“Oh, baby,” Hydro-Man slammed Tigra’s tight rear, and turned her around. The other wall of the pool had a mirror that ran the length, and Tigra could see what was being done to her.
She saw Hydro-Man’s leering face over her shoulder, she saw her own gaping mouth and pussy being slammed by water, and she saw her own face plastered with terror and tears.
Fear gave way to resignation, and when Hydro-Man created two more cocks, one in each of Tigra’s hands, Tigra did exactly what was expected of her.
Hydro-Man found that the one drawback of his water form was that he couldn’t climax properly. So instead, he decided to see what positions he could manipulate Tigra into.
The feline Avenger screamed as Hydro-Man turned her upside down, and parted her legs until she made a ‘T’ with her own agile body. Once in position, Hydro-Man fisted Tigra, channeling all the anger from his past defeats into his hands. He picked her G-spot, ran his knuckles the length of her pussy and pinched her womb.
When he got tired of that, Hydro-Man pushed Tigra up against the pool wall and made her balance on one leg. He fucked her with two cocks, her breasts mashed against the wall.
Later
Arcade whistled a jaunty tune as he entered the room, and saw the top of the pool was still filled with bubbles.
“Hey Morty,” Arcade said, “time’s up. I need the cunt for a talk.”
The bubbles stopped.
“Hand her over already,” Arcade said, “I’ll find another cunt for you, but I have to have a talk with this one.”
There was a rumble, followed by a spout of water. Arcade stepped back, and a soaked Tigra landed in front of him like a limp rag doll.
“So, Ms. Greer,” Arcade tipped Tigra onto her back, “feel more forthcoming? Or do I send you back to Mr. Morris?”
“Dagger…,” Tigra said softly.
“Hmm?” Arcade said, “speak up, please.”
“Dagger, she’s seducing a guard,” Tigra said.
“See? That wasn’t so hard,” Arcade said, “tell you what, I’ll even give everyone the rest of the day off.”
Arcade smiled like the Cheshire Cat as he walked away. He could hear Tigra sobbing behind him, and to him it sounded like a victory parade.
“Think she’s telling the truth?” Ms. Locke said, as Arcade walked by.
“Who cares?” Arcade said, “after we give Dagger guard duty for a week, Tigra will be so far in she’ll never hesitate again.”
“Understood,” Ms. Locke said, “care for a bitch tonight?”
“Nah,” Arcade said, “we’ll let ‘em rest tonight, and make sure they dread tomorrow.”
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