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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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Dagger

Tandy Bowen, Dagger, awoke on twelve count silk sheet. Instinctively, she didn’t move until she had all her wits about her, expecting Arcade to drop some terrible surprise on her. Being fully conscious wouldn’t stop that, Tandy knew, but it would at least help her prepare.
When she finally opened her eyes, the fog of a nightmare sleep completely lifted, Dagger sat up.
The room was unlike almost anything Tandy had seen before. Most of the rooms she’d spent time in since Arcade had captured her, the ones not designed for obscene sexual torture, were little more than a mattress and toilet.
This room was expensively decorated, with a forty inch television, tasteful artwork hanging on the wall, and when Dagger turned her head towards the window, she was met with a skyline she hadn’t seen since the terrible day Arcade had killed her partner and taken her.
But despite herself, despite everything she’d been through up until now, Dagger felt a wave of hope and relief. Whoever her ‘John’ was, she was convinced he was some rich idiot, some high class pervert who thought himself too good to visit whatever hole Arcade kept them all in, and too confident n his security to keep Arcade’s men around.
He was someone who could manipulate, someone Tandy was certain she could outwit. Sure, Arcade’s men would no doubt be watching, and the disgusting failsafes Arcade had infected her body with were no doubt still in place, but Dagger felt a lot more confident about handling them out here than in Arcade’s viper den.
Still holding the sheets against her nude body, Dagger went to the window, drinking in the sight of a busy New York. The hustle and bustle was obvious from even this high up, and Dagger felt her captivity even more acutely now.
As if the rapes weren’t bad enough, she never knew the time, never saw anyone who wasn’t there to fuck her. There were days when she had resigned herself to never escaping, but now it only seemed as if she were simply saving that passion for right now.
After all, this close to New York? She was already half way freed.
Tandy supposed that she should feel more guilty about the possibility of escape. Officially, they had all vowed that they’d escape together or not at all.
Part of it was them holding onto their heroine past. Firebird had been the first to make the vow, to never consider an escape that didn’t include her ‘sisters’, but everyone, including Tandy, soon followed.
But a bigger part of it was fear of how Arcade might react. The man was a sociopath, and proved daily nothing was beyond him.
No woman left behind, Tandy reflected, a noble sentiment. But then, she thought back to all the times Arcade put them through the ringer. How many times were they there for her?
In her entire life, Tandy had only one person in this world she could rely on, and Arcade took him, using her as his weapon.
Escape had to come first, but revenge? That wouldn’t be far behind.
When the door opened, Dagger tried to calm herself. She was so close to escape that she could almost taste it, but it would mean nothing if she didn’t keep her head.
“Good evening.”
Tandy felt her stomach twist, and she might have vomited if she had anything in her stomach.
Wilson Fisk, the Kingpin of Crime, stepped into the room, a look of boredom on his face.
“Dagger,” Kingpin said, matter of factly, “I’ll be with you in a minute. I suggest you get on the bed, and make yourself ready.”
Dagger felt her jaw drop.
Wilson Fisk.
The Kingpin.
She’d crossed swords with him a few times in the past, but never like Spider-Man or Daredevil. Though she knew that Fisk would kill her without a second thought, she never considered that he held some special grudge against her.
Countless men had been inside her, but Dagger never thought that Fisk, a man who at least carried himself with dignity and grace.
And of course, there was the man’s size. He was a mountain of muscle, able to kill a man with his bare hands.
Dagger watched, dumbstruck by fear, as Fisk carefully removed his custom made jacket, folded it and then set it aside. He caught Dagger staring at him in the mirror.
“Once again, I strongly suggest you ready yourself,” said the Kingpin, “it should go without saying, that I am not a small man.”
That snapped Dagger out of her stupor. She moved her right hand to her slit, and began to masturbate, slowly. She was afraid that if she made any attempt at speed she might otherwise hurt herself.
Fisk found himself hurrying to put away his clothes, which he realized was unlike him. He loathed spending as much money on clothes as he did, and taking care of his clothing at the end of the day went a distance towards curtailing that expense.
Kingpin realized that he wished to finish this unsavory business, as quickly as humanly possible. He took one of his towels, wrapped it around his waist, and made his way towards Dagger.
Tandy felt a cold sweat form as Kingpin approached. She was wet, by now it was skill, but simply being wet wouldn’t be enough with a man of Fisk’s size.
Fisk looked Tandy up and now. She smooth white legs, curly blond hair, perfect breasts and athletic build. Much like himself, he couldn’t see a trace of fat, though he could tell from the way her breasts heaved that fear was another thing entirely.
“Dagger.”
“…Kingpin?” Dagger shivered, “how…how can you do this?”
Fisk raised an eyebrow. He knew of Arcade’s insane venture since the beginning, and he was a little surprised that any of his victims had enough faith in humanity to ask why anymore.
Kingpin sighed, “Because my dear, a lion can never be seen as less ruthless than the jackals.”
“You don’t have to…”
“Enough,” Kingpin waved a dismissive hand, “I have avoided this course of action as long as I can. Get on the edge of the bed, and lay on your back. I have no more desire than you do to drag this out. But it will be done.”
Dagger did as she was told, trembling all the while. She spread her legs wide, though not nearly as far as she could.
“I remember you being quite lithe,” said Kingpin. He reached underneath her thighs and spread her further, until she formed a ‘T’, “there. Keep that form, dear girl, or else.”
Dagger nodded, a bead of sweat form on her brow.
Kingpin took a moment, and hand his hand up and down her left cheek, stopping at the branded ‘A’. He observed how Dagger winced, and a part of him admired Arcade for his sheer brazenness. Branding an enemy was a rare move for any criminals, and yet Arcade had done it to all he’d taken, to heroines no less.
“Enough,” Kingpin muttered, and he allowed the towel around his waist to drop.
Dagger looked away. She knew how big a man Fisk was, and knew his cock was at least equal to his strength. She had no desire to see her fears confirmed. But when she felt a warmth at her pussy, Tandy shook in fear. Kingpin wasn’t even in her yet, and already she could feel his girth, his size.
She’d spared herself only a few moments in fear, nothing more.
“Try to relax,” said Kingpin, “I do not expect you to enjoy this, but if you relax, it should hurt less.”
Dagger did her best to relax, she always did, but when she felt the Kingpin begin to push inside of her, that all went out the window.
Tandy gasped in agony, as with one lunge Kingpin had filled her pussy to the hilt, brushing against her cervix. She hadn’t any breath with which to scream.
Kingpin withdrew, and then placed his hands on her thighs.
He slammed his cock forward, just as he pulled her close, and this time his manhood reached the end of her pussy.
Kingpin smashed into Dagger’s pussy with a strength and anger that surprised even him. He watched as her curling blond hair whipped about, how she clenched her eyes shut in an attempt to stop the tears and how her breasts bounced together in rhythm with the whims of his cock.
Until now, Kingpin never realized the degree to which he loathed these spandex idiots. If one were arrested by cops, well, that was part of the game. At least the police had the damn work ethic to do an investigation.
But these costumed idiots, they were impossible to plan for, impossible to bribe and just impossible to deal with.
And now that he had one at his mercy, Kingpin was finding it hard to restrain himself. Years of anger boiled over as he pounded her perfectly tight cunt
For her part, Dagger could barely breath, each lunge expelling the air from her lungs. She gasped as Fisk fucked her.
“Please…take it slow,” Dagger begged.
“Be silent,” Kingpin growled.
He pounded into Dagger several more times, before he stopped and withdrew.
Tandy gasped, her lower body in absolute agony. It felt as if a nail had been driven straight through her. She struggled to think, and didn’t notice at first when Kingpin placed his hands on her hips and lifted her up to eye level
But Fisk wasn’t seeing her. Instead, he saw a symbol of all the costumed idiots who had stood in his way.
Without a word, Fisk slammed Dagger down on his cock, plunging the full depth of his cock into her tight pussy.
Tandy bounced up and down like a ragdoll. Fisk’s giant hands held her effortlessly and somewhere in the back of her, she realized that what she was experiencing was nothing but rage.
Dagger traveled the full length of Fisk’s cock as it stretched every inch of her pussy. Every muscle struggled not to tear, as Dagger felt she was being torn apart, again and again.
After God only knew how long, Fisk seemed to tire of slamming her down o his cock. His paced slowed, until he finally stopped entirely.
“Thank you…thank you…,” Dagger gasped.
Fisk simply scowled, and threw Dagger onto the bed.
“Present your ass,” Fisk growled, “and be quick about it.”
“…what?” Dagger struggled to think through the haze of pain.
Fisk slapped Dagger’s brand without a second thought, sending a shockwave of agony through her body.
Dagger turned over, weeping the entire time.
Tandy knew what was going to happen next, but she tried to lie to herself, hope and pray, up until she felt Fisk’s hands on her hips.
Fisk’s sheer muscle was evident as he slammed into Tandy’s tight anus effortlessly. To a lesser man, there would have been some resistance, but not to Fisk.
Dagger screamed herself raw as the full weight of the Kingpin slammed into her tight rear. Every inch was pure agony, and Dagger gripped the sheets, trying to find any form of relief from the agony Fisk inflicted on her.
She looked over her shoulder, looking through the tears and was amazed by Fisk’s expression. He had mixed look of sheer boredom and bubbling anger, as if raping her ass was some unpleasant chore his boss had assigned to him.
Dagger tried to listen to Fisk’s advice. He hadn’t been the first to suggest it, nor would he be the last, but all of them ignored just how impossible it was to relax when it felt like a burning pole was being shoved up your ass, and every thrust took your breath away.
Nothing Tandy did brought her any relief. She felt as if every muscle in Fisk’s body were pounding her tight ass.
Across the room, through her tears, Dagger could see a clock. Most men rarely lasted long inside her, and she watched the clock, as if that could somehow speed the passage of time
But Fisk slammed inside her, again, again and again, until it felt as if one minute was equal to ten.
And in that time, Dagger wondered if it wasn’t a just punishment for daring to think of escaping without her fellow heroines. She had little doubt that they were suffering just like her, and, as pain wracked her body, realized that if she escaped, it might never end.
Arcade could sell them to their greatest enemies, and simply disappear. And instead of being held and tortured in one place, it would be dozens.
I deserve this, Dagger could help but think. The guilt burned through her like a knife, and she began to sob even harer.
Fisk neither noticed nor cared about Dagger’s guilt. But every man had their limits, and Fisk, though disciplined, was no different. When Tandy felt him finally explode in her, she breathed a sigh of relief. At least it brought her a brief reprieve.
Fisk pushed Dagger down on the bed.
“Stay put,” Fisk ordered, as he wandered away.
Dagger didn’t bother to move. No thoughts of escape or defiance came to Tandy. She realized that Arcade had broken her so casually. First raped by the people she sought to help, and now, raped by the man she fought. But not with any special cruelty, but just as a matter of fact, just something on his agenda.
“Stand up,” Fisk returned, fully dressed.
He adjusted his tie, as Dagger struggled to get to her feet.
Fisk pointed towards the door, “March.”
Dagger limped out of the room, Fisk close behind. Sadly, Dagger knew exactly where to go. Her pussy burning, she didn’t even bother to try to stand tall, as she saw the group of people through the glass door.
They were chatting casually, until they saw Dagger step through.
Fisk was right behind her, looming over her like a mountain.
“Gentlemen,” Fisk placed a hand on Dagger’s shoulder, indicating she was to remain in place, “I’ve asked you here because there is business we need to discuss. Mundane matters that shouldn’t take. To pass the time, I’ve rented some entertainment. Mr. Kline, I’m sorry, but I need to speak to you first.”
Mr. Kline tore his eyes away from Dagger.
“The rest of you,” Fisk met the eyes of each and every man, and then looked back towards Dagger, “remember that she’s rented. But, give her a taste of how we handle people who stand in our way.”
Fisk expected t be met with a riotous ‘Yeah!’ or something of the like. Instead, one by one, they began clapping.
The Kingpin soaked in the praise, then motioned for Mr. Kline to follow him. As they stepped away, the men grabbed Dagger, and bent her over a table.
By the time Fisk reached the desk across the room, he could hear the old familiar sounds of a leather belt striking flesh. Dagger would have screamed, if she didn’t have a cock shoved in her mouth.
“Now, Mr. Kline, I just want to touch on your performance in the Brooklyn agenda,” Kingpin began.
Fisk knew that he barely had the man’s attention, and that was fine. This meeting was for several purposes. First, to reward the exceptional men of his operation. Being a ruthless criminal meant that he couldn’t simply call a man into his office and praise them for their imitative. He had to appear aloof, always demanding more. Ironically, Kline was the least impressive of the bunch, hence why Fisk had selected him first.
Second and most importantly, was for his reputation. Too many saw his refusal to patronize Arcade’s as weakness, not a matter of principle. That The Kingpin had grown weak.
That wouldn’t be an issue now. His men would talk, in hushed whispers, how The Kingpin conducted his business while a heroine was raped not ten feet away, brought in hobbled by the big man himself.
A scream pierced the air, and Mr. Kline began t fidget. Fisk made a mental note to finish up in three minutes. Mr. Kline was here to be rewarded, after all.
No need to be cruel.
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