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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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Jolt
Hallie Takahama, Jolt, dully went through her morning routine, almost numb to it all.
Wake up, a quick ice cold shower to wipe off the cum from the previous day’s activities, exercise which amount running around naked for her captor’s amusement, getting her system flushed then eating like an animal, and then showering before the daily assignments were handed out.
Routine. Looking back, Jolt barely remembered the last few days, with the exception of giving a man the blow job of his life because he’d dabbed his cock in honey, until…
“Jolt, private date. Report to the paint room.”
Hallie was taken back, and more than a little afraid. A private date could mean someone like Baron Zemo, or worse. Jolt couldn’t believe that she found a gang-rape preferable to private session with the son of the war criminal, but life had taught her otherwise. A gang-rape brought a certain numbness, a disconnect from reality, while a private date made the abuse oh so real and personal.
After the assignments were read out, Jolt, naked as always, was walked by the guards to the room known as ‘The Paint Room’.
When she entered, she saw Joey Earns, the ‘Painter’, setting up a pedestal.
“Hallie, come in, come in!” Joey waved the guards away, and came up to Hallie.
“It’s so good to see you!” Joey gave Jolt a passionate kiss, and then led to the pedestal, “stand here, arms out, I’ll be just a moment.”
Jolt did her best not to be disturbed by Joey’s behavior. He was an LMD, an android that Arcade had reprogrammed a dozen times now. Whatever particular skills his other sadists lacked, Arcade could upload into him with little trouble.
Citizen V suspected that Arcade employed them by the dozens. They were virtually impossible to tell apart from humans to the untrained eye, and were completely loyal. What better way to keep an eye on his captives and other employees?
The idea made Jolt shudder. Because she didn’t think they were escaping without a little inside help.
“Okay,” Joey returned with a spray gun, and a bucket of paints, “ready.”
Jolt’s skin crawled as Joey aimed his spray can, and black paint landed against her naked flesh. It was like detailing a car, Jolt thought, only she was the car.
“Turn around, please,” Joey said, and Jolt obeyed. In short order, her legs were covered in black paint.
“Raise your leg,” Joey said.
Jolt knew what the man wanted. Her powers had gifted Hallie with incredible agility, far beyond any gymnast along with perfect balance and muscle tone.
So Hallie raised her right leg straight into the air, balanced perfectly on her left foot, and exposing her pussy and rear to Joey.
“Thank you,” Joey said.
Jolt felt goose pimples form as he sprayed her cunt and ass with black paint. She flinched, but remained standing.
Joey covered most of her lower in black paint, but slowed as he reached her waist.
“Okay, now for the outline,” Joey said. He picked up a red paint brush, and dabbed it across Jolt’s small breast. He drew it back and forth until it reached Hallie’s belly-button, and then brought it back up again across her other breast. Without being told, Hallie turned around to allow him to complete the design across her back.
When it was done, Joey took up another paint gun, and focused it on Jolt’s chest. Yellow paint came out precisely across her chest, and the cold made her nipples grow hard.
After what seemed like a lifetime, Joey stepped back, and motioned to a mirror in the corner.
“Done!” Joey said, “what do ya think?”
Jolt looked at herself in the mirror, and turned around, as if to confirm her worst fears.
The body paint and design was a perfect recreation of her Thunderbolt costume.
She was completely naked, but still in costume. It felt as if her entire career were a joke, a punch line waiting until now to be told.
“…looks good,” Hallie forced herself to say.
“Great!” Joey took Hallie by the wrist, and began marching her out of the room. All at once, Hallie was reminded how the man’s seeming polite demeanor was little more than programming.
He took Hallie to a room she didn’t recognize (which didn’t say much. They were literally remodeled on a weekly basis), and led her inside.
“Ms.Yanizeski?” Joey shouted. Hallie saw how the room had a gym connected to the back. There was a single woman in the back, lifting weights, “your appointment is here.”
“Is she ever!” the woman set the weights down, draped a towel over her shoulders, and strode forward.
Hallie observed that the woman was an absolute stunner. Her muscle tone was perfect yet still feminine, she stood six foot with dirty blond hair, and large breasts that would have gotten her work on any runway. She was covered in sweat, but seemed to glisten.
And of course, she was completely naked.
“Well, aren’t you a treat?” she said, as she cupped Jolt’s chin.
It took Hallie a second to realize that she recognized the woman’s face.
“Joystick?!” Jolt said.
“One and only!” Joystick smirked, “you saw me in my birthday suit, so turn about is fair play! But, then I thought, how cool would it be to screw a hero still wearing their costume? So I thought I’d have it both ways, just like me!”
“Is everything satisfactory?” Joey asked.
“It’s water proof, right?” Joystick asked. She cupped Hallie’s small breasts and tweaked her nipples, “hate to lose the artwork so soon…”
“The paint will last until we remove it, and is completely tasteless and non toxic,” Joey said.
“Nice,” Joystick said, “okay, champ, you can go. I want some alone time with my date.”
Jolt watched as Joey left, and felt a shiver travel down her spine.
More than a few villains had made appointments with Arcade, for the sake of payback, revenge for defeats past. Zemo was the worst, but he wasn’t the only one who had it out for former Thunderbolts.
Jolt remembered ambushing Joystick, and taking her costume. They all just chuckled when Hallie unzipped the costume, and a nude villainess spilled out.
It didn’t seem so funny now.
“God, look at you,” Joystick said. She traced her hands around Jolt’s waist, brushing across the always aching ‘A’ Arcade had branded her with, and then sticking her fingers into Jolt’s pussy playfully, “I might have to fuck Arcade himself, the guy must have balls of brass!”
Hallie flinched, but said nothing.
“But I guess I oughta taste you first, huh?” Joystick grabbed Hallie’s wrist, and began pulling her to the bathroom, “come on, I need a shower. I’ve always preferred a work out before really working out, ya know?”
Hallie nodded, and watched as Joystick started the shower. Once it was going, the older woman stepped aside, and motioned for Hallie to join her.
The shower was made up of three spray nozzles, sending a warm jet of warn in three directions.
“So,” Joystick used one nozzle to wash her hair, “you been with a woman before?”
“A few times,” Hallie said softly.
“None before here, I bet?” Joystick smirked, “white bread like you, bet it never even crossed your mind.”
Hallie shook her head.
“Well, don’t worry, I’m a romantic,” Joystick said, “I’ll be gentle. So lets start your education…”
Joystick reached up, and grabbed one of the removable spray nozzles. She changed the setting to pulsate, and then turned had Jolt face away from her.
“You masturbate a lot?” Joystick asked, though she knew the answer
“Not a lot,” Jolt said, acutely aware of Joystick’s breasts pressing against her back.
“Don’t worry, you won’t go blind,” Joystick aimed the nozzle at Jolt’s pussy.
The pulsing spray of water was like a soft massage, especially as it washed over her clit. Jolt moaned softly.
“Not so bad, is it?” Joystick said. She reached around with her other hand, and began to rub Jolt’s clit between her fingers, as the water massaged it to full height.
“Oh…oh…God…” Jolt moaned, as she felt pleasure seeping into her.
“See?” Joystick purred, as her fingers slid over Jolt’s bud, “good, clean fun.”
Jolt shuddered as an orgasm overcame her, and she slid back against Joystick’s breasts.
“Oh my, aren’t we eager,” Joystick teased. She withdrew her fingers, and then shut off the water, “not even the main event.”
The two women stepped out, and Joystick handed Jolt a towel.
As the younger woman dried off, she tried to think of what might happen. She loathed private sessions, when her Johns spoke to her personally. If anything, Hallie preferred the gang-rapes. Even with all the men sawing inside of her, filling her cunt with their cum, it brought a certain numbness.
But Joystick didn’t seem to want that dispassionate kind of fucking. She wanted something far more personal.
“Okay, lets get started!” Joystick scooped Jolt up into her arms like she was a newly wed bride, and carried her to the bed.
Jolt was shocked at how gently Joystick set her down on the edge of the bed, and gently spread her legs.
“You’re my guest,” Joystick said, “only fair I get you warmed up first.”
Joystick plunged her face into Jolt’s pussy. Jolt trembled as Joystick’s tongue teased her clit with perfect precision,, while Joystick worked the fingers of her left hand into Hallie’s pussy, gently stroking the sensitive inner flesh.
“Oh y…,” Jolt bit her fingers, to keep from crying out, but staying upright was impossible as the first orgasm washed over her like a summer’s mist. She fell backwards, and felt as if she was floating as the first orgasm seemed to lift her into the air. And just as she felt herself returning to earth, Hallie came again, just as smoothly as before.
Joystick looked up from her position in between Hallie’s legs, her tongue and fingers never stopping, but she did smirk at the young Thunderbolt’s reaction.
Joystick only stopped after the fourth orgasm. She then leapt into the air, and came down on the bed only a few feet away from Hallie, bouncing up and down as if she were an overeager child.
“Was it good for you?” Joystick said, with a raised eyebrow.
“…yes,” Hallie sighed, because it was. She never knew how different orgasms could be, how they were possible under the harsh, brutal fuckings that so many of her client’s preferred. Until now, an orgasm was only a technical thing, lasting only a brief second or two.
But Joystick, it was something else entirely. Intellectually, Hallie knew it was still rape, but it was still so much better than what she had grown accustomed to.
Joystick spread her legs, and smiled like the Cheshire cat.
“Care to return the favor?”
Jolt hesitated for a moment, if only because she expected for Joystick to lunge at her. In the past, whenever women wanted her to lick their pussy, it seemed to Jolt as if they wanted to smother her instead.
“…well?” Joystick said, with no menace in her voice.
“Of course,” Hallie said, as she rolled over, and crawled to Joystick’s pussy.
Janice nearly creamed from the sensation of Jolt’s tongue as it brushed against her pussy. She looked down and saw a women in yellow and black skin tight costume, Jolt! Of the Thunderbolts! Licking her pussy! And that was all she needed for the first climax. She wasn’t living on the edge anymore, she’d blown past it by miles!
The sensation didn’t last long, as Joystick felt Jlt’s tongue exploring her most private place. Hallie was moving like a trained animal, and simply going through the motions with no passion at all.
“Oh no,” Joystick puled back, “baby, what are you doing?”
Hallie looked at Joystick with a mixture of fear and hurt. There was always the constant fear of disappointing a client, and how Arcade might react, but a part of her truly wanted to return the pleasure that Joystick had given her.
“I was…just doing my best,” Jolt said softly.
“Please,” Joystick said, “you were just trying to rush through it. Take your time, honey, we have all day.”
This time, Jotstick spread her legs, and draped them over Hallie’s shoulders, and pulled her inward. But as Jolt pressed her tongue to Joystick’s pussy again, she could feel the older women moving in rhythm with her.
As Jolt teased her pussy, Joystick began rubbing her nipples, still drinking in the sheer amazement that she was being eaten out by a heroine. A part of her almost wanted to pay Arcade to make her a part of his little collection, just so she could fuck them all for free.
“Oh yes, yes!” Joystick cried out, as she came the first time.
Despite herself, Jolt had a little smile when she heard Joystick come. But she was shocked when the older woman pulled away.
“What’s wrong?” Jolt said, before she could stop herself.
“Oh, I’m just ready for something different,” Joystick said, “spread your legs, sweetie.”
Jolt did as she was told, and when she did, Joystick slid one of her legs underneath Hallie, and then grabbed her thighs, and pulled her close.
“This,” Joystick moved her hips a little, and Hallie felt Joystick’s pussy rub against hers, “is called scissoring. Care to guess why?”
“….I’ve never done this before,” Hallie said, her voice trembling with anticipation.
“Don’t do it a lot myself,” Joystick smiled, “most chicks aren’t built for it. But you, honey? You’re perfect.”
“But what do I…?”
Joystick began to move, and rubbed her pussy across Jolt’s wet slit, and the Asian girl gasped.
“I think you’re smart enough to figure it out,” Joystick said, “:but if you really want to have fun, work those nipples, baby!”
Jolt gasped as Joystick’s wet pussy slid across her flesh, and she squirmed back, desiring even more contact. Joystick rocked Hallie back, as her soaking cunt stroked Hallie’s painted black flesh.
As Joystick did that, one hand went to her own nipple, and another to her clit. Just as her pussy scrapped across Hallie’s again, Joystick was struck with a wave of an orgasm, and her pace slowed.
Hallie looked at the villainess with envy, and then pushed her pussy closer, wanting to have the same pleasure. Without thinking, she rubbed her damp cunt against Joystick’s, while rubbing her clit frantically with one hand, and her nipple with the other.
Hallie was completely unprepared for the orgasm that overtook her. She threw her head as she cried out, and her vision swam.
“…to have a superhuman bod, huh?”
Hallie blinked, having barely heard Joystick. Her wits began to return slowly, and when she did she saw Joystick leaning over her, her breasts pressed against Jolt’s, and her eyes…
Hallie thought she was seeing things, but she thought she saw Joystick’s eyes sparkle.
“…sorry,” Jolt said.
Joystick said nothing. Instead, she leaned down, and kissed Jolt, her tongue wrestling with Hallie’s.
“Oh baby, there’s nothing to be sorry about,” Joystick said, “but you’re not getting off that easy.”
Jolt held her breath as Joystick pulled away, and lifted Hallie’s leg into the air.
“Getting off…?”
Joystick once again pressed her pussy against Hallie’s. Only this time, her right hand was free to attack Jolt’s clit.
“Oh, I’d say your punishment five orgasms?” Joystick smiled
“Punishment…?” Jolt said, just before she felt Joystick beginning to grind her pussy, while Joystick’s fingers, her expert, magical fingers, began their work on Jolt’s lovebud.
“Oh gawwwd!” Jolt cried out, unable to help herself. She didn’t notice how Joystick seemed to back off, because all Jolt felt was the most natural of pleasures as if she were floating through the clouds, and Joystick waited patiently, as Jolt returned to earth.
“Well,” Joystick teased Jolt’s clit, “that’s one.”
“One…?”
By the fifth, Jolt was exhausted. She felt like she was nothing more than a puddle of nerves, and she couldn’t remember feeling better in her life.
“Punishment…over,” Joystick leaned over Jolt, her tits brushing against Hallie’s. Her brow glistened with sweat, and a few drops fell onto Hallie’s chest.
“…thank you,” Hallie breathed, and she meant it.
“I don’t know about you, but I need a break,” Joystick said, “coke?”
“Please,” Hallie said quickly. Outside of a passionate blowjob, she couldn’t remember the last time she had anything other than Gatorade, semon, piss or mush to eat. A coke might as well been caviar.
Joystick rolled off the bed, and Hallie watched as the villainess strolled over to the fridge in the corner of the room. Jolt felt a little ashamed that she didn’t feel the same about Joystick, as she did for every other rapist who was inside her, who used her body
Jolt wondered if it was the dreaded Stockholm’s Syndrome. Or, perhaps, Jolt reflected, sex with Joystick was always wanted Jolt imagined to be. Mutual pleasure, in its purest form.
Jolt had been a virgin before Arcade had taken her, and Zemo took her virginity cruelly. Since him, Jolt had fucked more men than she could count, and though she’d orgasmed on occasion, that was pleasure in the same way spam was meat. Whatever Arcade had done to them had given him physical control over the pleasure they felt, but not emotional.
But with Joystick, she was all about her partner’s pleasure. No other ‘client’ had been like that, to say nothing of their skill…!
“Hear you go,” Joystick handed Jolt a twist off Coke bottle, “it ain’t healthy, but what’s the point of a body like this if you can’t enjoy it, right? Hey, watch this…”
Joystick stuck the bottle in her pussy, and Jolt’s eyes budged when she heard the –pop!-.
“People were a big fan of that in Mexico,” Joystick said, as she took a swig.
“I’ll do mine the old fashioned way,” Jolt said, as she popped the top with a flick of her thumb. She began to drink, and took two swallows before she caught herself. To her horror, Jolt realized she was drinking the coke like she was sucking cock.
“I’ve gotta say, this place is much nicer than the place I was held when I was gangraped,” Joystick said.
Jolt raised an eyebrow to that.
“You…were raped?”
“Yeah, three weeks after a buy went bad,” Joystick said, “before I got my powers, this shitty MC.”
“If you were raped, then…”
“Ah ah ah,” Joystick wagged a finger, “I’m not your white knight, honey. Not with Arcade’s insurance policy, anyways. Besides, I wouldn’t snitch until I’ve fucked all of Arcade’s girls at least twice. Come on, we were havin’ a moment.”
“Sorry,” Jolt said, while taking note of the words Arcade’s insurance policy. Dallas and the others would want to know of that.
“No prob, I contained multitudes, to paraphrase Walt Whitman,” Joystick said, “anyways, they kept me in this modified room. Bed, bathroom, and a cock at least once every hour. Was a learning experience. Wanna know the best way to piss them off?”
Hallie took a deep drink of her Coke, “Sure.”
“Forget the dead fish routine,” Joystick said, “just relax, and go with boredom instead. Like this guy is making you late to getting your hair done. See, these assholes tell themselves that they’re the nightmare you see at night, you’re the one who makes ‘em scream. Take that away, and you’ll have ‘em stewing for days.”
“Until they come back,” Jolt muttered, taking a gulp of Coke.
“Hey, nothing’s perfect,” Joystick said.
“So what happened to that motor club?”
Joystick smirked, “What motor club?”
Jolt chuckled, then said, “Save Tigra for last.”
“Huh?”
Jolt took a long drink before answering, “You said you were going to screw every one of us twice? Well, save Tigra for last.”
“But she’s an Avenger!” Joystick protested.
“Covered in fur that’s fucked daily,” Jolt countered, “it’d be cleaner to rub yourself against a porn studio floor.”
“Damn, I never thought of that,” Joystick said.
“Most people wouldn’t,” Jolt said, “but we’re co workers, so…”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Joystick said.
Jolt finished her soda, almost unable to believe what she’d just said. But then, as Dallas once told her, gallows’ humor was all they had left.
Joystick burped, and set her bottle aside, “Probably shouldn’t drink this crap, but what’s the point of a body like this if you don’t abuse it some?”
“Good health?”
“Ha!” Joystick chuckled, “just a means to an end, baby. Okay honey, ready to go back to work?”
“What did you have in mind?”
Joystick went over to her bag, and pulled out a large, U-shaped dildo. It was green, slightly ribbed, and, Jolt realized, actually smaller than some of the ones that had been shoved into her cunt.
“What do you think of this bad boy?”
“It’s…better than a strap-on,” Jolt observed.
“Damn straight,” Joystick said, “a little more effort, but certainly worth it.”
Jolt watched as Joystick slid the dildo inside her snatch with experienced ease, and when she was done, a plastic cock hung from her snatch.
“Lean back,” Joystick instructed.
Jolt did as she was told, and Joystick crawled on top of her.
“You want to guide it in?” Joystick said, “better if you do it, than me.”
Jolt was confused, but only for a second. She’d grown so accustomed to people just plowing into her pussy like it was a public street, that she was stunned by this basic human kindness.
Jolt reached down, and took the plastic cock in both hands, and pushed it into her slit. She gasped as the ribbed asides of it rubbed against her sensitive inner flesh.
“Good?”
“Amazing,” Jolt breathed.
“You haven’t felt nothin’ yet,” Joystick squeezed her pussy, and rocked forward. Her nipples rubbed against Hallie’s, and the dildo slid back and forth inside the younger girl’s pussy.
“Gaawwd!” Hallie breathed.
“I’ll have you seeing Heaven, at least,” Joystick winked.
“Just…one problem.”
“Oh?”
Hallie’s face shot up as she wrapped her arms around Joystick’s back, pressing their breasts forever. She kissed the villainess, her tongue exploring the woman’s mouth and savoring the taste.
Hallie suddenly shifted her weight, and the two rolled across the bed, conjoined by the dildo in their pussies. When they came to a stop, Jolt loomed over Joystick
Jolt smiled.
“I’m the hero. I should be on top.”
Jolt’s inner muscles took the dildo inside her in a grip of steel, and she all but lunged forward with it.
Later
Joystick and Jolt were wrapped in each other’s arms. Neither had any idea how long they’d been fucking, but both reached the end of their stamina together. They collapsed in one another’s arms, the sheets around them nothing but a puddle of sweat.
Jolt realized that Joystick had fallen asleep like a rock almost instantly. But not Hallie.
A part of her nagged at her mind, tugged at her conscience. She looked back on what a slut she’d been, how much pleasure she’d had today.
It was still rape, regardless of how much pleasure she felt. Hallie didn’t find the female form any more appealing now than she did before her appointment. And she never would have consented to screw Joystick unless she were forced, and here she was, naked but wearing body paint that reflected her old costume, for Joystick’s twisted pleasure. So Hallie knew she should feel guilty.
But she didn’t. Because, in the end, Joystick had given her nothing but pleasure and even some respect, no matter how demented her reasoning.
It was like a balm to Hallie, after so much suffering, so much hopelessness. So rather than waste the comfort she felt beating herself up for being a victim, Hallie decided just to enjoy it.
Maybe private dates aren’t so bad after all, Jolt thought to herself, as she fell asleep, suckling Joystick’s breast.
Writers note: Hope you all enjoyed! Not as (directly) twisted as my usual stuff, but sometimes you have to pull back before moving forward (heh). Let me know what you think!
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