Arcade's New Niche | By : Masterdudemind Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 106522 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Role Play
“Alright, break time’s over. Up and at ‘em, girl, you got work to do.”
Megan Gywnn, Pixie, rolled off her cot and obediently stood up. Naked as the day she was born, the pink haired mutant didn’t even blink when the guards motioned for her to follow.
Because today, she was going to see one of her ‘regulars’. And though Megan had mixed feelings about it, she took some small comfort in knowing what to expect.
Hell, the guards didn’t even bother to taunt her about it, anymore. They’d run out of clever puns and crude jokes, and simply escorted her from her cell to the ‘dressing room’ without any ceremony or mistreatment.
“Megan, come in! Join us!”
Megan felt sick as the LMD beauticians sat her down, and went about their work. In contrast to the guards, these artificial people treated their captives with respect, even as they were preparing them to be violated and assaulted.
The contrast was disgusting. Truth be told, Pixie found that she preferred the guard’s open abuse than the fake smile of these machines.
They leaned the mutant back in a chair specially designed to accommodate her wings, and went to work.
Like most of the rooms, there was a mirror in the ceiling. This one was designed to allow Megan to watch every step as she was remade into someone, something else.
First the androids sprayed her pink gossamer wings with…something that made them look transparent and insect like. They became numb to the touch, however, like they’d fallen asleep. Megan didn’t much care for it, but she knew from experience that the effect would wear off in a few minutes.
While one did that, another LMD was in between Pixie’s legs, shaving off the small amount of pink pubic hair that had regrown since the last time she’d been trimmed. The young mutant was silently grateful that they were at least being gentle this time around.
Arcade allowed his guards the use of duct tape, when the mood struck him.
With her wings changed, and her pussy smooth, the LMDs then lathered Megan’s naturally pink hair in a special shampoo. They let it sit for only a few minutes before the teenage mutant found herself under a cold shower spray, rinsing it and the filth of the previous day from her body.
“Oh, you’re such a good girl!” one of the female LMDs smiled as she wrapped Megan in a towel and dried her off, “just one last thing to do, and you’ll be ready for your date.”
Megan tried not to blink as the LMD held up a colored contact lens, and gently placed it over her eye. With a blink, her eyes went from her mutant ebony to regular brown.
“Now to get dressed,” An LMD offered Megan a pair of underwear and a bra, and she took them both gladly. She’d spent so much time recently nude no matter what she was doing, sleeping, eating…fucking… that any amount of clothing felt like air to a drowning man.
Once she had the underwear and bra on, Megan was handed a green pair of pants, and a top with a W across the front.
When she was done, Pixie finally looked in the full body mirror, and saw not herself, but a low grade copy of the Avengers founder, Janet Van Dyne, AKA the Wasp.
“We mustn’t keep your man waiting!” said one LMD in a sing-song voice. With a nod of her head, she motioned for Megan to follow her.
Pixie sucked in a breath as she was walked past her classmates. Dust was entertaining three men at once, Wallflower had her feet in the air as a man slammed into her pussy, and Surge was sucking a man off as she hung upside down from her ankles.
Megan passed her teachers, and saw that their situation wasn’t any better. Rahne was on her hands and knees, with alligator clips on her breasts as a man fucked her. In another room, Danielle Moonstar was bound by her wrists and blindfolded, her feet dangling several inches off the air as men circled her with whips in their hands.
And even they had it easy compared to X-23. Laura was bound in the middle of a hall, bent over backwards over a small desk. Her wrists and ankles were handcuffed to the legs, and she was open to any guest who might come wandering by.
The position was called ‘Hall Whore’ by most, an occasional position Arcade filled on a whim for waiting customers. When Pixie saw Laura, she was being spit roasted by two men. The first gripped her long ebony hair and pulled her head backwards, so that his cock was so deep down her throat Megan was sure it rammed the clone’s tonsils. The second man slammed his cock into Laura’s pussy, while he squeezed her clit between his thumb and index finger.
Seeing it all twisted Pixie’s stomach, mainly because seeing how her friends were suffering, actually made her grateful to be seeing her ‘John’ today. And being grateful for that? That made Pixie sick in a way she’d been before.
“Have fun!” said the LMD.
Pixie took a steadying breath, pushed aside her real emotions and reminded herself of her lines, of her role, of who she was supposed to be. This wasn’t her first time with this John, even though she hadn’t been here as long as her teachers.
Her hand shaking, she opened the door, “David, are you here? Were you able to make it?”
Pixie hadn’t made it a full step inside before she was swept up into a passionate kiss.
David Cannon, the villain known as Whirlwind, broke the kiss, and gave her a loving smile that still creeped Megan out and sent chills down her spine.
How much of this did he think was genuine?
“You know I always have time for my favorite lady,” Whirlwind said, “does Pym know you’re gone?”
“He thinks I’m out shopping,” Pixie said as she stepped inside, having said the line many times now, “not that he really cares.”
“Ha! Then we have all the time in the world,” said Whirlwind. He took Megan by the shoulder and pushed her onto the bed, and undid his bathrobe, revealing his semi-erect manhood, “but lets not waste a second.”
“Such a rush! Just give me a second to get ready,” Pixie did her best to coo seductively. She sat up and began to push her pants down, but Whirlwind stopped her before they were half way down.
“Leave the costume on, Jan,” smiled Whirlwind, “you look so sexy with it.”
Whirlwind pushed Megan’s top just over her pert breasts, and then grabbed the sides of her head.
“Now, get the little boy ready,” Whirlwind pulled Pixie’s head forward and then jammed his cock into Megan’s mouth, but the young mutant didn’t gag. She’d been through this so many times before with Whirlwind, and others, that she relaxed on instinct, and began to run her tongue on the underneath of his cock, as she sucked as loudly as she could, just the way he liked it.
Whirlwind sighed, and savored the moment. It was moments like this, with Pixie sucking dutifully on his cock, her brown hair bobbing back and forth, her wings fluttering, that really sold the illusion. He looked down and saw the woman, the Avenger, the legend, that he lusted after for almost a decade worshipping his manhood, obediently sucking him off like a proper lover should.
But Whirlwind wasn’t about to pay thousands for a blowjob, no matter how skillful Pixie had become.
“Okay baby, that’s enough,” Whirlwind pulled his cock out of Megan’s mouth, knelt over and picked her up under the elbows, and almost playfully tossed her backwards onto the bed.
“Eek!” Megan tried to squeal teasingly, as she resigned herself to what was to come next. She was just glad that Whirlwind was careful of her wings.
“Well?” Pixie held out her legs, playing her part to the hilt, “are you going to help me get undressed? I know you like me in costume baby, but I think you like my legs wrapped around your waist more!”
“You’re so right, Jan,” Cannon said. He took both pants legs, and began to slide them off, revealing Pixie’s smooth, milky white legs.
David tossed the pants aside, and all but lunged for her panties, but Pixie pulled back, giggling.
“Gentle now,” Pixie said, trying to sound sexy, “I’d like to walk out of here without torn underwear. Be better than Hank, dear.”
“Of course, baby, of course,” Cannon said so obediently, so quickly, that again Pixie wondered if he remembered this was all just a game, or if he thought he was having an affair with the real Wasp.
Like before, he slid her underwear off gently, and then buried his face in her snatch. His tongue lapped against her pussy like a happy dog with a fresh meal.
“…David!” Pixie gasped, only half acting. The man’s tongue was skilled, no doubt about that, as it ran the length of her pussy, only to then focus on her clit.
His tongue circled it perfectly, and then he began licking, his experienced tongue fully coaxing it from its hood. Pixie was surprised at how quickly, and how skilled, Whirlwind had become at listening to her body.
Within seconds, Pixie found herself as wet as a swamp, and she could already tell that Whirlwind was barely holding himself back at this point.
“Okay baby,” Whirlwind climbed atop Pixie, his arms straddling her petite body, and his erect cock brushing against her pussy, “you ready for the main course?”
“You know it, baby,” Pixie pretended to blush.
David pressed his cock at the entrance of her pussy, and slowly pressed himself inside. Though Megan could almost feel the tension in his cock, but Cannon was still patient, allowing her time to adjust to his member.
“Oh, Whirly,” Pixie moaned, once David was fully sheathed inside of her, “God I missed you…”
“I missed you too, baby doll.”
David began to lunge deeper inside of Megan, as he struggled to contain his own lust. Each lunge contained more strength, more pent of sexual frustration that ran a decade long.
Pixie arched her back, and tried to match her breathing to Cannon’s lunges. She squeezed her pussy around his cock as he withdrew for another lunge, just the way he liked it.
“Should have known,” David gasped, an animal pleasure almost overtaking his mind, “your pussy is the perfect size…”
“And these?” Pixie cupped her breasts, and gave Cannon a smile that wasn’t entirely fake.
“Perfect,” David stopped his strokes for a moment, and leaned down to suck on her fleshy teat. He teased her nipple with his tongue, and Pixie perfected faked a moan of pleasure. Her right hand reached up, and stroked the back of his head.
Her left hand reached down, and tickled his balls while his cock was still deep inside of her. She could feel his balls shudder inside her folds.
Cannon removed his mouth from Pixie’s breast, and smiled at her.
“Baby, don’t tease the bull,” David grabbed Megan’s arms, and gently but firmly pressed them against the bed, “unless you want the fuckin’ horn!”
“Oh baby, you know I love your horn,” Pixie improvised, “so much better than Hank’s little stinger!”
David smiled like a shark and began thrusting inside Megan’s pussy like a man possessed.
“Harder!” Pixie pushed the pain from her mind, “show me that criminal side.”
“Oh baby, I love you,” David gasped. He pounded Pixie’s tight snatch, seeing only the woman he’d lusted for for a decade laying underneath him, impaled on his cock.
“I…ugh!” Pixie tried to relax, to allow Whirlwind to fuck her with as little resistance as possible but the man’s pace approached that of a wild animal, each thrust as quick and hard as it could be.
Already he was pounding her cervix like a jackhammer. Pixie bit her lip and blinked away the tears. She knew what would happen if Whirlwind thought she had broken the illusion.
So she focused past the cock that was spearing her pussy, and wrapped her legs around him, pretending she wanted him inside her deeper, as she arched her back to take every inch of him.
“Oh baby,” they said together, as Pixie could feel him reaching his limit.
She squeezed his cock as she felt him beginning to thrust inside her again, and felt him shudder.
“Jan, Jan!” David shouted as he exploded inside Pixie.
Megan breathed a sigh of relief as she felt his cum inside her, and David’s cock beginning to shrink.
Cannon, his cock still inside Pixie, leaned forward and gave her a deep kiss, his tongue exploring her mouth.
“That was amazing baby,” Cannon withdrew from Pixie, and sat on the side of the bed, “got time for another go?”
“You know it, hon,” Pixie smiled, “just give me a second to recover, okay? Not all of us have your metabolism.”
“Heh, I know baby,” David said. Once glance told Megan that Cannon was already hard, “hey, why don’t you lay on your front?”
Already? Pixie thought to herself but said, as she obeyed, “what do you have in mind, lover?”
Cannon climbed over her, and Pixie could feel his stiff cock. But what surprised her, was when Cannon placed his hands on her back, and began to massage her shoulders.
“Damn you’re tense, baby,” Cannon said, “Avenger business?”
“Saving the world isn’t easy,” Pixie sighed. She couldn’t believe how skilled Cannon’s hands were. He found every spot of tension, and was especially delicate around where her wings connected to her back. Before Arcade had taken her, no man had ever touched her there, and before Whirlwind, she never knew how good it could feel. In another life, she would have paid good money for a massage like this.
“Still, you need to relax, hon,” Cannon said, “just take a sec, let me work my magic.”
Pixie sighed as Cannon treated her as a lover, and not a cock sleeve. She knew she should feel some guilt, some shame, but that could come tomorrow, Pixie decided.
Today, today the Wasp was simply having a scandalous affair with a supervillain. A founding Avenger taking a walk on the wild side, nothing more and nothing less. Certainly not a mutant enslaved by a madman.
Because why should Whirlwind be the only one wrapped in a fantasy?
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