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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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Wild Ride
“Hope you’re well rested, ladues! Because today will be an open house,” Arcade said to his captive heroines, smiling like a jackal. He was met with silence, though he watched as they sought to do the horrible mental math, if that meant that they’d have more men inside them, or less, “so get ready to meet new people and screw their brains out!”
For a moment, there was a dread silence. Then…
“All of us?” Namorita asked, her tone defiant.
Though Namorita caught some glares from her fellow captives, those fearful of invoking Arcade’s wraith, the true source of the glares were mostly of envy, she didn’t regret her question. Unlike her fellow heroines, only men (or women) of certain physical ability could enter her womanhood without losing something precious in return.
If Namorita had to guess, she and M hadn’t had half as many men inside her as everyone else. Namorita knew, that in their darker moments, that her fellow heroines hated her for it, and that she should feel more guilt for casually flaunting it in front of them all like this.
But with all the pain and humiliation Arcade inflicted on them, there were times when the Altantean Princess couldn’t stop herself from needling their tormenter. Despite all their power, all their rage, words were the only power they still had left and Namorita wasn’t about to let it slip away.
“Funny you should say that, because you two,” Arcade said, with that wicked grin, “you get to open.”
Namorita shot Monet a look, as they both tried to remain stoic.
Later
The robot could barely be called such. It was largely skeletal, with long, gangly limbs, and thick heavy standing just over seven feet tall. The head was a single, robotic eye, and, of course, a thick, heavy dildo in the middle of its crotch.
“Consider yourselves lucky,” Arcade said, as Namorita and Monet were positioned in front of the robots, “gents? The floor is yours.”
Namorita barely had time to gasp before the robot grabbed her around the throat with one hand, and lifted her into the air. The blond powerhouse gripped her fingers around the hand, and brought herself just enough room not to choke, but she found that she was otherwise helpless. The robot took her right leg, and raised it almost parallel to the floor.
With her leg raised, the robot positioned Namorita’s slit over its cock, and slammed her down.
“Ahhh!” Namorita cried out, as the steel cock slammed into her cervix. The robot pulled her off, and then slammed its cock into her ass with just as much care and caution as before.
“Comfy?” Arcade said, as he looked up at Namorita. Arcade looked the statuesque blond blond up and down, admiring her large, full breasts and toned muscles that still retained their feminist features and, of course, that look of steel melting rage on her face. She and her cousin weren’t that far apart when it came to temper, at least here.
“Never better,” Namorita spat. She glanced over at Monet, and saw that she was being fucked the exact same way.
“Good,” Arcade said, “just be glad you have light duty, eh? Boys, take your places, eh?”
The robot that held Namorita and Monet turned, and began to leave the room. But aeven as they walked, they never stopped fucking the women, never breaking stride even as their cocks slammed into the once untouchable pussies.
“So…,” Namorita said, turning to Monet, “have…a name for yours yet?”
“No,” Monet grunted, as her cervix was once again pounded, “but I was thinking…Eric.”
“Good…ugh!...name,” Namorita said. Sweat began to fall from her brow as the onslaught continued, as they were mechanically fucked, while being carried down the hall like sides of beef.
“You should be careful when you taunt…ugh…him,” Monet said, “he could do this to us…ahh! All day, every day.”
“He’s a showmen…gah!” Namorita tried to reposition herself, but even with all her strength, she was helpless. The failsafes that bound them all allowed for no comfort, “it would kill…ugh…him!”
The robots led the two young women through two oak double doors, and into a room neither had ever seen before (because two days ago, it hadn’t even existed).
The room could have been mistaken for a Washington Insiders gathering. There were men and women in fine suits, chatting casually and sipping champagne. They glanced at M and Namorita as they entered, and she heard a slight chuckle spread through the room.
Namorita felt the lustful gaze of the room fall upon her, as she and M were walked inside. Each thrust of the metal cocks inside them made their breasts bounce, and made them all the more desirable to the crowd. The androids came to a stop in front of a giant curtain.
There was a click, and suddenly M and Namorita rose into the air, as the floor beneath their respective androids rose. It stopped at three feet, while the androids never stopped fucking them.
Namorita realized quickly that Arcade was using them as statues, set pieces for his twisted work.
Arcade followed them shortly, followed by a procession of their fellow heroines.
They were on their hands and knees, leash secured around their throats. Free Spirit. Silverclaw. Firebird and everyone else, being walked like show dogs. Sad to say, Namorita wasn’t much surprised by the sight of it.
Her fellow heroines were walked past, and a few minutes later, a large screen was brought in, displaying the heroines, and their asking price.
Thousands of dollars exchanged hands, without hesitation, and men and women by the dozens poured past the curtains.
For hours, as Monet and Namorita had their pussies pounded by steel cocks, they could hear the moans, screams and whimpering of their fellow captives while depraved wealthy men and women chatted with one another, waiting for their turns. The repetition ached, but both knew it was nothing compared to what their friends were suffering.
How long it lasted, Namorita didn’t know, but after what seemed like one eternity past after enough, all the guests had left, and her fellow captives were marched back out.
They were in a sorry state, not that Namorita was surprised. Free Spirit’s pussy was covered in dry wax, Husk’s back was red with whip marks, and almost all of Tigra’s fur was matted by cum, and they were by far the best of all of them.
When Arcade returned them to their cells, separating them randomly, Namorita watched as her fellow captives fell into an exhausted sleep.
As she fell asleep, the young hybrid thanked Neptune that at least there was a limit to the level of brutality Arcade could inflict on her.
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Later
“Come on, princess! Give it a good go!”
Namorita glared at the voice, or at least the direction. But she didn’t hesitate to take the cock into her mouth, and began bobbing her head back and forth, trying to bring the man off.
While she did that, Namorita saw another two cocks slip through the holes of her box. She took them in her hands, and began pumping.
Because Arcade couldn’t put her pussy in a room for public use, Namorita’s mouth was still fair game. She and Monet spent most of their time in ‘glory boxes’. Boxes two sizes too small for her, forcing Namorita to squat on her knees, and the walls around them were like Swiss cheese, made of one way glass.
All day long, men could watch as she sucked them off. Most wanted a blow job, but some just wanted to cum on her tits, or just give the princess of Atlantis a Golden Shower.
Arcade washed the damn things out only when he had to, and already the puddle of cum was just up her knees.
The cocks in her hand shot their jizz quickly, and with barely a thought Namorita wiped it across her tits. Arcade had made it a standing order for her not to give ‘sloppy second handjobs’, and had enforced that rule…rigorously.
Namorita swallowed the load of the man in her mouth, and waited for the limp cock to be replaced by yet another.
Namorita was shocked when no cock replaced the last one, but instead felt her box being moved. She could hear the tires on her box squealing, until it came to a stop. She then felt it dumped on its side, and Namorita spilled out, filthy with cum.
Namorita, aching after having been on her knees for so long, lay on the floor, unmoving. She recognized that Arcade had dumped her in the showers.
“Change of schedule, baby,” Arcade said. Namorita loathed how the guards just casually walked away, leaving only Arcade. She knew that she could tear him apart with her bare hands, yet his failsafes kept her in check almost effortlessly. Everytime he reminded them of that felt like salt in the wound, “you’ve got a play date. You should clean up, first.”
Namorita stood up, and turned on the shower. She stood under a torrent of water and sighed, as it both washed the cum from her body, and returned the strength to her limbs.
Namorita, a child of two worlds, never knew how much she loved the ocean until it was taken from her. When this was all over, she began to doubt that she would ever return to the surface world.
“The client asked that you clean up some,” Arcade tossed Namorita a vial of soap, “sensitive nose.”
The blond powerhouse hesitated for a moment, debating between defying Arcade and suffering punishment, or obeying and actually feeling clean for the first time in weeks. Namorita decided that the small defiance wasn’t worth the pain Arcade would inflict.
So she lathered her breasts and pussy with soap, before she covered every inch of her skin that she could reach in soapy bubbles. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Arcade’s erection, and pitied the girl that he would take it out on later.
For now, she enjoyed the sensation of the soap washing away the day’s filth. She just wished that she could wash the taste from her mouth.
“So not the Wrecking Crew?” Namorita said defiantly, “Mr. Hyde? Been there, fucked that. Bring it, little man.”
“Oh no,” Arcade said, “the Wrecking Crew got pinched by Thor last week, and Mr. Hyde’s laying low in the mid west, I believe.”
Namorita made a mental note of the information. Assuming that Arcade wasn’t lying, that was perhaps the best news she’d heard all week. Hyde and the Wrecking Crew were her and Monet’s most frequent Johns. They enjoyed women in their league (physically).
That meant more time sucking cock or more robo-cock, but Namorita much preferred that over their brutal treatment.
“You look clean enough. Enough stalling,” Arcade snapped his fingers like she was a stray dog, “come along now.”
Namorita stood tall, and did her best to look brave. Arcade was an utter monster when it came to fashioning new tortures, but she did her best to have faith in her powers, in her strength, to protect her from the worst of it.
Arcade led her to a heavy vault door, and began tapping in a code.
“We couldn’t let this guest mix with our regulars,” Arcade said with a smirk, “he might have them feeling a little inferior.”
The massive door slid open.
And boy, did Arcade savor the look on her face.
“Hello, little princess,” growled a deep, animalistic voice.
Namorita said nothing, her throat dry.
“Come in.”
Namorita felt fear grip her heart as she looked at her ‘John’, the supervillain known as the Griffin.
He stood some ten feet tall, shoulders as broad as the Hulk’s, his arms as thick as tree trunks, his skin scaled and red with brown wings that spanned sixteen feet. His face was like that of a lion, complete with a golden mane.
The last time Namorita had seen Griffin, he was more animal than man. But the look of anger and lust made it clear that whatever else his issues, it was the man who held the steering wheels in his mind.
“I take it you’ve met?” Arcade said.
“Yeah,” Griffin snorted. The sound reminded Namorita of a bull about to charge, “her damned cousin used me as his personal steed when my mind regressed.”
“Oh my,” Arcade placed a hand over his heart in mock surprise, “Namorita, you allowed this?”
“I…I…I tried to stop him,” Namorita said, and it was the truth. But her headstrong cousin, for a time, simply enjoyed the idea of riding a defeated enemy around to ever consider anything else.
“I bet,” Arcade shrugged, “well, your cousin rode him, only fair he gets to ride you.”
“Arcade, please,” Namorita whispered under her breathe. She thought she had lost her fear of being raped, of Arcade’s twisted games, but Griffin was something else entirely.
A beast, a monster. And he had a personal grudge against her.
“You two have fun!” Arcade spun on his heels, and leveled his eyes at Griffin, “remember, you break her…”
“I bought her?” Griffin huffed, “might be worth it.”
“No, you break her, I break you,” said Arcade, “my property, my rules. In the corner is a yellow light, means slow down. You obey. Do I have to tell you what the red light means?”
Griffin just growled.
“Didn’t think so. Have fun. Remember, obey the rules and you can come back any time,” Arcade said, “disobey, and we turn you into mulch.”
Arcade stepped out, and a solid metal panel slammed behind him. Waiting for him just outside, was his trusted assistant Miss Locke.
“Everything in order?” Arcade said.
“Indeed,” replied Miss Locke, “we have Griffin targeted by computer controlled guns, loaded with vibranium tipped bullets. Each one designed to calculate the exit wound, sparing out blond princess.”
“Good, good,” Arcade smiled, “don’t want Namorita getting out of here the easy way.”
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Sweat began to bead off Namorita, as she stared down the truly massive Griffin, who looked at her the same way a dog looked at a bloody piece of meat.
“Nervous?” Griffin’s voice was like a distant avalanche, “you shouldn’t be. Didn’t you say that you argued for my dignity?”
“I…I did,” Namorita tried not to stare at Griffin’s erect cock, as if that somehow make it disappear.
“I’m glad to hear it,” Griffin leaned forward, and grabbed Namorita around the waist with his giant, clawed hands.
The Altantean princess realized, with no small amount of horror, that the beast-man’s hands were large enough to almost completely wrap around her waist.
Griffin lifted Namorita over his head, and with a quick chuckle, brought her back down again in a speeding arc, slamming her pussy into his waiting and eager cock.
“…guh…” was all Namorita could say.
She was in such agony, the tender flesh of her pussy pushed almost to the breaking point in the blink of an eye, and her cervix slammed harder than she could ever remember. It was as if her brain misplaced her voice.
“Now tell me,” Griffin adjusted Namorita from side to side a little, as if she were simply a screw in a socket and not impaled on his manhood, “how exactly did you dissuade your cousin from riding me like a horse?”
“S…s…stop,” Namorita slurred, the only words she could force out of her mouth.
“That’s rather vague,” Griffin slid Namorita only a few inches off his cock before slamming her back, “could you better explain?”
The agony slammed her mind, and self preservation gave her focus. Namorita could already feel his cock battering its way into her womb, and she feared what might happen if a mutated man-beast climaxed inside of her.
Arcade might find the idea of her carrying some monster’s baby hilarious.
“I t…t…told him that you were a person, not a barnyard animal,” Namorita forced herself to say, trying to sound humble and sincere. The truth of the matter was that while Namorita didn’t approve of Namor turning Griffin into his horse back then, she hadn’t care much either. The man had tried to kill people she cared about, even if he was manipulated into doing so.
“I don’t think it worked,” Griffin adjusted Namorita on his cock, enjoying the look on her face as she struggled to keep from crying out.
“I couldn’t stop him, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Namorita said, with tears in her eyes.
“I’m sure you are, now,” Griffin said, “but you don’t know what it’s like to be ridden like an animal. But don’t worry, I’ll show you.”
Griffin yanked Namorita off his cock, and raised her over his head like a bag of flour.
And then slammed her back down again.
Griffin took a moment to watch as Namorita wailed like a banshee and jerked around like a fish on a hook.
For Namorita, it was as if the entire world had vanished, and all she had left was a blazing agony in her pussy. She could barely feel Griffin’s hands on her thighs. All she felt was an inferno of agony, from every inch of her pussy.
Her cervix felt as if it had been shattered, and Namorita swore that with each passing second, her pussy was pushed past the brink. Namorita hated Arcade more than she hate any other man alive, but she would have given anything to see him appear now, to scold Griffin for going too far.
But it didn’t happen.
“Maybe I’m being a little dramatic,” Griffin once again adjusted Namorita from side to side on his cock. The way she screamed, how her long blond hair whipped about as she pleaded and begged, made him wish that Arcade had come to him weeks ago, “but this is what it feels like, emotionally, to be used by that bastard.”
“I never rode you, never!” Namorita shouted, “please, stop!”
“Don’t blame me. If you fought harder for me, we wouldn’t be here,” replied Griffin. He adjusted Namorita on his cock once more, like she was a nut on a screw.
Not too far off, Griffin smiled.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Namorita wailed, limbs flailing madly.
“I know,” Griffin yanked Namorita off his cock again, and held her over his head, “but not as much as you soon will be.”
Once again, Griffin brought Namorita down on his cock like her pussy was a hammer, and his cock an anvil.
And he savored it as she wailed, babbling apologies, begging for mercy with every other breath while writhing like a fish on a hook.
To Griffin, it went a long way to ease the humiliation, the anger he felt when his mind had returned, and he remembered how the Sub-Mariner had used him. The pointy eared bastard wouldn’t know now about how Griffin had his revenge, but time would take care of that.
And by the time he did learn the truth, Griffin smiled, he would have had his revenge and then some.
Again, Griffin pulled Namorita free from his manhood, held her over his head, and smashed her back down on his crotch.
The screaming was no less sharp.
Again, and this time Namorita’s long, blond hair went flying every which way. She shook her head madly, as if that were somehow enough to stop him.
Griffin, his lust somewhat sated, began slamming Namorita onto his cock at a casual pace. He had nowhere to be, and Arcade never bothered to give him a time limit, so why rush?
First, he impaled her on his cock.
Then, Griffin drank up the sight of her squirming on his rod, so strong and yet so powerless. By now, she could barely form any words, but her whimpering still said enough.
And finally, when he felt he could see her finally adjusting to the agony, to the pain, he yanked her off and repeated it all over again.
How long that went off, Griffin didn’t bother to track.
But even a man-beast like him had limits, and he could feel himself beginning to swell.
“Get ready, fish bitch,” Griffin held Namorita high over his head, meeting her tear stained eyes, “you’re about to get the good stuff.”
Namorita knew what he meant instinctively, and screamed even louder as Griffin swung her down on final time, his cock smashing into the top of her battered womb.
Namorita felt a pulse, and then a deluge of cum explode inside her. Like so many monsters who had raped her before, his output was hardly human, but even so, the blond princess was stunned by how her stomach was overwhelmed.
Namorita could feel Griffin’s cum drenching her insides, filling her to the brim.
Intellectually, she knew that Arcade had to be keeping her and her fellow captives on birth control but she still remembered the horror story that Firebird, Husk and Silverclaw went through.
The only thing that brought her any relief, in its own twisted way, was how Arcade hated to repeat himself.
When he was finally done, Namorita looked down at her stomach, and realized it looked as if she were three months pregnant, her stomach was so bloated.
“Barely been able to fuck anyone since I was made into this,” Griffin grabbed Namorita by the wrist, and hoisted her in front of him, “but that’s still the best fuck I’ve had in a long, long time.”
Namorita couldn’t bring herself to meet the eyes of the man who’d defiled her, not when she could feel his cum sloughing out of her, sliding down her leg like mud.
“This is your fault princess,” Griffin smiled, “your cousin rode me like a horse, and now I ride you. Circle of life.”
Griffin drew Namorita closer, and lapped his tongue across her stomach.
“Mmm,” Griffin purred, “no better taste than pain and fear.”
Namorita struggled weakly as Griffin began licking her like a cat lapping up milk. His tongue was rough and hard like sandpaper, and when he licked her nipples, it felt as if he were trying to pull them off.
“A lovely mix of fear, agony and fish,” Griffin licked his lips, “I would have done this just for the taste.”
“My cousin…will tear you apart,” Namorita said through gritted teeth. Being treated as a treat, a candy, was just enough to return some of her courage, “don’t ever doubt that.”
“If your cousin cared, he’d already be here,” said Griffin. He then dropped Namorita like her were a bad habit, “but hey, whatever keeps you warm at night. Me? I intend to come back here often enough, that it’ll be worth it.”
Griffin strolled towards the door, and pounded twice.
“Be seeing you, fish lips.”
It wasn’t until she watched Griffin leave, that Namorita finaly allowed herself to pass out from the pain.
$$$
“My my my, sleeping on the job?”
Namorita snapped awake, just like any of her fellow captives would at the sound of that voice.
“Hardly fair to your coworkers, isn’t it?” said Arcade.
Namorita sat up slowly, her body still wracked with pain. She looked down and ealized that she was in a puddle of cum, the same that had packed her pussy, and had spread across her chest while she was unconscious.
“Nothing? Catfish got your tongue?”
Namorita again said nothing, and hated herself for it, as Arcade laughed for a moment at his lame joke.
“Women,” Arcade wiped an imaginary tear from his eye, “no sense of humor. Though to be fair, we all lose it sometimes. I know I did, when an uppity princess thought she could talk back to me.”
“I’m sorry,” Namorita said quickly. She tried not to think of what her family and friends would think of her for caving in so readily.
She already hated herself enough as is.
“Oh, now you are,” Arcade said, “you see, my dear, you seem to think that your strength allows to you to defy me. But to be honest, I don’t see you as a obstacle, I see you as a challenge. So I want to thank you. Without that sharp tongue of yours, I might never had made a new client.”
Namorita had strength enough to tear steel and shatter rock, but she felt almost powerless to keep herself from breaking into full fledged sobbing in front of the man who’d inflicted so much on her already.
“Now that we’ve reached an understanding,” said Arcade, “I need a favor. I have some dirt on my shoes. Be a dear, and clean them, would you?”
Namorita bowed her head, and knew what was expected of her.
She crawled over to Arcade, and bent her head down. With no hesitation, she ran her tongue across the top of his shoes.
“Good girl,” Arcade leaned over and patted her head. He raised his foot so that the Atlantean princess could clean the sole. Namorita never hesitated, lapping it up, “good girl.”
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