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Arcade's New Niche: New Mutants	By : Masterdudemind Category: X-men Comics > General Views: 25907 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Surge knew this entire situation was FUBAR, but instead of falling apart, she did her best to adapt. After all, she had lived on the street for a time, and not everyone took no for an answer. Hell, sometimes it was all she could do to get some money. Though kidnapped, stripped naked and now being used as whores for the hate group, Friends of Humanity was certainly different from being raped in a back alley, but the end result was the same. Surge knew that all she had to do was lie back and take it

But, the principles were the same. Deal with what comes, adapt and survive. So she prepared herself mentally for the ordeal to come. These assholes would rape her, but they damn well wouldn't break her, Surge vowed like so many others heroines before her.

And just like them, she'd be proven wrong.

Surge felt a twist in her gut when her first 'customer' came to her fully dressed and carrying a large medical bag. The man looked like a doctor, but Noriko knew, not suspected but knew that because of that, this experience would be all the more painful.

“My name is Doctor Hawkins,” explained the man, “and I've paid quiet pretty penny for what we're about to do here. So what I'd suggest is that you just lie back, relax and take deep breaths. This will be painful, but panicking will only make it worse.”

“You think I haven't been raped before, asshole?” Surge spat, “I doubt your small dick even compares to some of the cocks I've had shoved in me.”

“It won't be my cock that gets shoved into you,” the Doctor smiled a toothy grin that seemed like that of a shark smiling at its prey, “but first, a good doctor has the patient prepared for the procedure. Fluffers?”

Rahne Sinclair made her way over to the bed, her head bowed in shame and submission. Without a word, she knelt down and pulled down his zipper.

“Not me, you mutie freak!” The Doctor pulled his hand back and slapped Rahne across the face so hard she was sent sprawling across the floor.

“You think I'd allow a monster like you anywhere near my manhood?” the Dr. Hawkins snarled, “I meant for you to prepare your fellow mutie's cunt!”

“I'm...I'm sorry,” Rahne said, her voice low and submissive.

“'I'm sorry what'?” demanded Dr. Hawkins.

“I'm sorry master,” Rahne answered meekly, her voice cracking.

“Good,” The Doctor grabbed a fistful of Rahne's hair and dragged her up, “now, be a good girl and prep the patient.”

Surge gasped as Rahne's wet, warm tongue began running up and down the length of her pussy, lingering on her love bud just long enough to tease her senses.

God damn, she's good! Surge thought, and almost immediately felt fear shoot through her body. Just what had Arcade done to her former teacher, to turn a religiously straight shy young woman into a skilled pussy licker?

“Next, we prepare the area for the injection.”

Dr. Hawkins removed two yellow plastic hosing and set them down on the bed next to Surge.

“What...ohh...” Surge felt her mind drift as she nearly orgasmed. Rahne's skilled tongue was now making her as wet as a swamp, no matter how it disgusted her mentally by having another girl explore her pussy, “what...are those for?”

The Doctor smiled, “For fun, of course. I'll show you.”

Surge gasped as the Doctor's cold wrapped the first plastic cord around her right best, tying it tightly around the mound of flesh with a tight double knot. He repeated the process on her left breast, and took a step back.

“What the hell are you doing?!” Noriko demanded. Already, she could see the circulation in her breasts being cut off, and it was beginning to sting. She knew that pain was soon to follow.

“Something to keep me busy,” winked the Doctor. He then removed a syringe from his case.

“What, now you're going to drug me to get your giggles?” spat Surge, “I'm not surprised.”

“Actually, this won't alter your state of mind,” explained the Doctor as he tapped the air bubbles out, “rather, it's a muscle relaxant that will also prevent you from going into shock from the pain. I helped create it for our government and use it for entertainment, every now and then.”

“So this isn't your first torture job,” Surge growled, not the least bit intimidated by the growing pain in her breasts, “bring it on, asshole.”

“I’ve only ever tortured those that deserve it,” replied the Doctor, “scum like yourself, for instance.”

He placed the syringe against the tip of Noriko’s nipple, allowing her eyes to drink in the needle, and then plunged it in. Surge nearly cried out, but caught herself. She knew she might scream eventually, but the young mutant was determined not to be an easy victim.

“That will take a minute to travel through your blood stream, so I’ll get prepared.”

Surge watched as the man set aside his medicine bag and loosened his shirt and folded bag his sleeves, as if he were about to perform a real operation. Once that was done, Surge watched as the man reached into his bag and removed…a baby?

Noriko did a double take, and saw that the man had actually removed a plastic baby doll. Setting it on the bed between her legs, he then preceded to climb onto the bed, resting on his knees in-between her spread legs.

“What, you want me to play nursemaid to a doll?” Surge hissed, “you got an odd little fantasy, Doc.”

“I do, I do,” admitted the Doctor, “but you’re not going to play mother. Quite the reverse, actually!”

Surge began to tremble as the Doctor began laughing at his own joke. After a moment or two, the Doctor managed to get himself under control.

“I’ve delivered hundreds of babies in my life. The sight of a woman screaming in agony as she brings a new life into the world,” the smile on the Doctor’s face was sickening, “…and I’ve always wondered, what they look at beautiful in reverse?”

Surge’s eye widened as she realized what this man had in store for her.

“You can’t be serious…!”

“I thought you had some big cocks shoved into you before,” Dr. Hawkins counted. He leaned forward and parted the lips of the young mutant’s pussy with his fingers, and eased the feet of the plastic doll in.

“Nooo!” Surge screamed so loud that she attracted the attention of the entire room, if only for a second.

Noriko struggled in her bonds as the plastic feet slid easily into her pussy. It was painless at first. As a matter of fact, her breasts, aching from the lack of blood traveling through them, hurt more than the plastic feet pushing themselves but she was under no illusions how long that would last.

“Here we go,” grunted Dr. Hawkins as the knees of the plastic doll were fully inside the mutant’s pussy. He leaned forward, and began stroking Noriko’s sensitive bud gently, almost lovingly. Surge wept as she felt pleasure travel through her loins. It wasn’t much, certainly not enough to counter the pain in her breasts, but it was still something, a pleasure caused by the man intent on tormenting her.

Satisfied that Surge was wet enough, Dr. Hawkins took a deep breath…and then shoved the hard plastic doll with a sudden thrust, feet first. Surge screamed as the tissues in her pussy were suddenly, painfully, wrenched apart.

To say it wasn’t easy was an understatement. The muscles Surge would have used to expel a child were the very ones pushing back against the mad doctor. Each inch was hard fought, and with a grunt, the Doctor forced the doll inside her up to its knees.

“Most women barely remember the pain of childbirth,” commented the bigot, “somehow, I don’t think that will be the same for you.”

Surge cried, and struggled against the chains with all her strength, anything to get away from the terrible pain that felt like a knife in her pussy. She could feel the plastic toes of the doll pushing up against the tissue in her pussy, she could feel the grooves that the doll maker had put on the knees, everything.

Dr. Hawkins worked the doll back and forth, and twisted it around and around like a corkscrew. For each quarter of an inch of ground his doll claimed, the doctor pulled the toy out and jammed it back up again.

Eventually, he managed to impale Surge’s pussy up to the doll’s waist, but was having trouble getting it in further. He rocked it back and forth, as if Surge’s pussy was just a stubborn bottle he was trying to re-cork. He heard a pained sigh of relief as he pulled plastic doll halfway out, and wasn’t too surprised when she started screaming even louder as he reinserted the doll once more.

Surge screamed loud enough to break glass, twisted and thrashed as she attempted to get away from her tormenter, but her bonds held tight. She budged no further than an inch, not nearly enough to get away. Each and every time he pulled the doll back, Surge prayed it would be the last.

The plastic doll was reinserted again, and again and again. Each time Surge’s pussy clenched around the doll instinctively, trying to deny the terrible doll entry. But the Doctor always had the leverage, and he was using it for everything it was worth. If anything, her pussy clenching the doll only served the make the whole thing even more painful.

Noriko looked down her stomach, and saw to her horror how it was distended by the baby doll that was now travelling the length of her birth canal. She could feel the baby’s rear touching her cervix and to her horror and disgust, felt the doll’s toes in the opening of her womb.

“Ugh!” Dr. Hawkins grunted as he gave the baby another shove, and then leaned back to admire his handiwork.

The plastic doll was almost completely inside the young mutant, all the way up to the neck of the doll. Dr. Hawkins felt a powerful ache in his groin that he hadn’t felt in years, not at home with his wife, not at the cheap motel with prostitutes, nowhere else did he feel such a burning desire in his loins.

“Stopitstopit oh God stop it!” Surge screamed as Dr. Hawkins leaned back in to finish his work.

“This operation isn’t quite done yet,” explained the good Doctor. He grabbed the head of the doll, and slowly began applying more and more force for that last mile. Blood from the torn tissue and juice from the stimulation the doll caused lubricated the way somewhat, but this last bit required a constant application of strength to see it through.

Surge screamed as muscle and tissue was slowly, irresistibly parted and torn to make way for the faux baby travelling the wrong way on her birth canal. Its feet burst into her womb, its hips slip past her cervix and when the doctor was done, only the top of its head was visible outside of her pussy. She could feel its fake mouth and eyes at the opening of her cunt, and the thought made her so sick Surge thought she might die then and there.

Finally, with one last angry shove, the doll was fully inserted in Surge’s cunt. Its feet were crushed against the entrance of her womb, its body rested on her birth canal and the top of its head, sculpted like human hair, was just barely sticking outside the lips of her distended pussy.

Dr. Hawkins looked at the obscene sight he’d created and felt an ache in his loins that he hadn’t felt in years.

“You know, I think I might just take one of your holes after all,” The Doctor licked his lips, and singled one of the guards over to the bed. With little preamble, they unlocked the chains binding the electric mutant to the bed and flipped her over like a bottle lid.

Surge tried to resist, but with the plastic doll embedded up her pussy, it felt as though an entire tree were inside her now and it was all she could do to breathe, let alone move.

When they placed her on her stomach, Noriko tried out as the additional weight on her stomach, and the plastic doll in her pussy, stretched the muscles even further, within inches of tearing.

As if that weren’t enough, the weight of her body on her bound breasts brought her to a whole new world of pain. Surge could barely stand to look at her chest and see the now purple and blue orbs that had once been her breasts, but were now relentlessly increasing sources of pain. She whined pathetically for a moment, lost in a world of pain.

Dr. Hawkins took one look at Surge’s puckered anus, and felt like a young man again. He grabbed her hips and shot inside her tight ass like a bullet.

The young mutant screamed silently, her throat already dry from screaming. The man’s cock was like a steel rod to her, and his weight on her back only spread the stretched and torn muscles in her cunt even further, within inches of the breaking point.

Surge’s body, cast in a sheen of sweat, rocked back and forth with the power of the good Doctor’s thrusts. Surge half hoped that the man would have a heart attack, but she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky.

Dr. Hawkins reveled in the situations of Surge’s anal sphincter, and somehow felt as if he were able to feel the grooves and contours of the plastic doll through the thin membrane wall that separated her ass from her cunt, and it felt amazing. He’d always wanted to fuck a pregnant woman while giving birth, his one sick pleasure and it took all his skill not to climax.

Not content to just screw her ass, he reached around front and grabbed her blood starved breasts and squeezed them as if they were overripe fruit. Each touch and pinch brought Surge to another level of unimaginable pain.

Surge didn’t know how long the Doctor lasted, what felt like an eternity of pain could have lasted a minute or ten to her. But he finally came, shooting his sticky fluid within her rear and finally withdrawing. Noriko closed her eyes and prayed that the end of her ordeal was close at hand.

“Can’t believe I actually fucked an animal like you,” Dr. Hawkins hissed, his voice filled with malice. Now that he’d gotten his pleasure, his racism returned in full force.

“I didn’t fuck you because of your charm,” Surge forced herself to say, unwilling to allow the Doctor to escape without some defiance.

“Don’t you dare speak back to me!” The Doctor slapped Surge’s ass so hard it was heard around the entire room, and left a burning impression, “you are the guilty party here, whore!”

“Whatever,” Surge mumbled under her breath.

The Doctor dressed himself, and left without another word. Ms. Locke strolled over, hands tucked behind her back and examined Surge’s limp form. She noted the plastic doll just sticking out of the girl’s pussy with a raised eye brow.

“Please…get it out,” Surge whimpered, not caring how pathetic she sounded. She felt like she was being torn in two, and was afraid that it’d never end

“In due time, in due time.”

Surge felt her heart seize, “I…you can’t leave it in! I’ll die!”

“We have doctors standing by,” Ms. Locke answered casually, “plus, this won’t kill you, Dr. Hawkins assured me. Your powers make you tougher than you think, dear. But I’m afraid that your cunt is useless for fucking, so it remains. But as luck would have it, many a men have a fantasy about fucking a pregnant woman.”

Silently, a man came up from behind Ms. Locke and unbuckled his belt.

“In you, we have the next best thing.”

“Noo…!” Surge sobbed into the bed sheets as she felt a fresh cock in her ravaged ass, the first of many.
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