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Arcade's New Niche	By : Masterdudemind Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 106522 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men comics, or any of the characters from it. I make no money from from the writing of this story.

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When Melissa Gold went from becoming Screaming Mimi to Songbird, armed with the ability to create solid sound constructs, she gained the ability to fly.
But deep down, she never felt comfortable with it. It wasn’t just because it was hard to focus on air currents, lift and direction in the middle of a fight. Even alone, soaring through the air Melissa felt uncomfortable
It would only be later, as a captive of Arcade’s, that Melissa realized why she felt that way.
It was after a five hour Hydra gang bang, when Songbird realized why it felt so wrong. The guards sent her to Doc Shoc, and gave Songbird an hour of rest, before coming for her.
“You should smile more,” the Guard said, “you get a front row seat to a great show.”
Melissa knew better than to say anything.
Completely naked, she obediently followed the guard through the complex, to their destination.
The guard knocked on the door, and Melissa’s heart skipped a beat when Arcade, wearing a bath robe, answered.
“Got the best mouth of all here for ya, boss,” said the Guard, “just like you asked.”
“Thanks Bob,” Arcade said. He gestured for Melissa to enter.
Songbird didn’t hesitate as she walked into the room, though her heart was pounding.
When she entered, she was actually a little surprised by how under-stocked it was. When Baron Zemo came to visit her and her fellow Thunderbolts, he seemed to bring with him at least several chests full of torture instruments.
All this room really had was a Queen sized bed, a small basket and, Songbird realized, a one way mirror into a large room absolutely filled with every horrible devise or tool of bondage she had experienced in her time in Arcade’s.
Wooden horses, studded dildos, whips, the list was endless. She and Arcade were just one pane of glass away from a sexual torture dungeon unlike anything Songbird had seen her entire time as Arcade’s captive.
That thought alone was terrifying. Even worse was the thought that Arcade might send her into the next room on a whim.
“What’s going on?” Songbird said, making sure that her voice was submissive.
“Oh, that?” Arcade walked over and tapped the glass, “there have been some discipline issues lately. A few ladies have forgotten their place, and a few of my employees want to demonstrate they have the mental creativity to deserve a raise.”
“Oh,” Songbird said softly.
“Our entertainment will be here in a sec,” Arcade said. He plopped down on the bed, “consider this date night, honey. We’ll be watching a show.”
“Of course, baby,” Songbird replied with a convincing smile. She took a seat beside him, ad leaned her head on his shoulder.
They watched together as Jolt, Silverclaw, Citizen V, Surge and Dagger were dragged into the room by the guards. The women fought back as best they could, but to an outside observer, it looked half assed and lazy.
Songbird knew from experience they were fighting tooth and nail, it was just that the fail-safes inside of them were insidious, robbing them of physical will and coordination.
“So many,” Songbird couldn’t stop herself from saying.
“I know, I was surprised too,” Arcade replied, “not even the usual malcontents, either. Well, besides your red head friend there. I am impressed that one of Xavier’s younger students made the cut, though.”
Songbird cringed inwardly, seeing her fellow teammates being positioned to be tortured.
“Let me go!” Silverclaw shouted.
“I’ll kill you!” Dagger hissed.
Songbird froze.
“Can they hear us?” Melissa said, horrified.
“No, but we can hear them, and only them,” Arcade said. He winked at Melissa, “computerized filters, neat huh?”
“Yeah,” Melissa said, “very neat.”
For a moment that seemed to stretch, Melissa watched as her friend Jolt was bent over a table, as Citizen V was hung from the ceiling by her ankles, hands bound behind her back. Dagger was chained to the floor on her hands and knees, while Silverclaw was placed atop a wooden horse.
For Melissa, she felt both disgust and shame. Disgust at what her fellow captives, her teammates were suffering, and shame at the relief she felt, that it was them suffering, and not her.
Seeking any distraction, her hand slid over to Arcade’s cock, already half hard.
“Wow, this getting you wet, huh?”
“You know it,” Songbird’s voice sounded convincing to anyone, “why should they have all the fun?”
Songbird slid in front of Arcade in a fluid motion, and guided his cock into her mouth effortlessly.
She began humming, as she slid her tongue underneath the base of his manhood. She felt her cybernetics activate, stimulating his cock with mild sonic vibrations.
Arcade groaned, but he didn’t cum. Songbird wasn’t much surprised. He’d been sucked off by every one of his captives too many times to count. To say he was experienced, was like saying water was wet.
But then, Songbird was a pro. She bobbed her head back and forth while slowing increasing her humming, and before Arcade knew it, he was cumming, shooting his seed down Melissa’s throat.
“Damn,” Arcade stood up, and stripped his robe off, “you still have the best mouth here, you know that?”
“And damn proud of it,” Melissa smiled to Arcade. She stood up and leapt backwards onto the bed, and spread her legs for him. He noted with satisfaction, that her pussy was moist, “but I have other good qualities too.”
Melissa kept a smile on her face as Arcade crawled atop the bed. Past him, she watched as her fellow teammate, Citizen V, was caned across her breasts until they were a burning, bright red.
“Oooh, yes,” Songbird closed her eyes and sighed as she felt Arcade’s cock began pressing inside of her.
Arcade was the source of all her pain, the reason why she and her friends suffered so much, and would continue to suffer.
But Songbird thought of none of that. Instead, she arced her back, and relaxed herself, allowing Arcade’s cock inside of her, before clenching slightly.
“Damn,” Arcade took a moment, concerned that he might cum then and there, “your pussy is just below your mouth in quality, babe. Did you know that?”
“I told you,” Melissa cupped her breasts, “I have other good qualities.”
“Indeed you do,” Arcade leaned down and took her right breast in his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue, while he took the other breast in his free hand, and began to knead it like bread dough.
Arcade sufficiently distracted, Melissa allowed herself a moment’s respite from her act. Pain, anger and disgust flickered across her face, and she looked at Arcade with pure loathing and disgust.
“No, no please! It’s too big!”
Songbird felt a knot form in her stomach when she heard her teammate, Jolt, begging. Worse was the scream that followed.
“My my,” Arcade lifted his head from Melissa’s breast, “the sound track around here really is something, isn’t it?”
Songbird had assumed her game face instantly and just shrugged, “It’s no Barry Manilow.”
Melissa wrapped her legs across Arcade and pulled him deeper inside of her.
“Besides, I’m not here for the music, I’m here for the dancing.”
“Never could deny a lady,” Arcade smiled.
In the background, both Silverclaw and Dagger could be heard screaming.
Compared to some of the men who had her in the past, Songbird would have considered Arcade almost a gentleman.
He fucked her in slow, fluid strokes. His hand teased her clit as his cock rubbed against the walls of her pussy.
Melissa responded in kind, rocking to meet his thrusts, and squeezed his cock inside of her as he sank deeper inside of her.
“Yes, just like…oh, that, that!” Melissa purred, and she was only half faking.
The man who could put her through anything his sick mind could imagine, was actually a half decent fuck. And Songbird chose to focus on that, instead of what her fellow heroines were suffering.
Songbird matched Arcade’s thrusts perfectly, syncing with him like an old lover. She could feel the tremble of his cock inside of her.
“Arcade, hmm, yeah, yes!” Songbird shouted, as Arcade spilled his seed inside of her.
Arcade slumped over her, satisfied.
“Not bad,” Arcade sighed, “not the best, but the top ten easily babe.”
“You should work on your compliments,” Songbird teased.
“Well, we can go again,” Arcade said, “this time, how about you be on top?”
“Me?” said Songbird.
“Yeah, you,” Arcade said with a smirk, “women can be on top, think progressive!”
“Well, if you so command,” Melissa winked, though inwardly she was horrified.
Until now, she wasn’t in a good position to see what was happening to her friends, her fellow captives. But the way Arcade was laying on the bed, she wouldn’t have that small favor for long.
When Melissa climbed atop Arcade, playing her pussy atop his waiting, still hard cock, she caught sight of what was happening to the other women, and immediately felt sick to her stomach.
Jolt up on a table, on her knees and face pressed down, weeping. Two men were standing behind her, each with their hands inside her holes. One man had sunk his hand into her pussy, all the way up to his wrist. The second man was still forcing his way into her clenched asshole, leaning forward, using all his leverage to get a wrist too big in a hole too small.
Dagger’s hands and ankles were bound with rope to the ceiling above, bending the agile crime fighter like a bowstring. Songbird knew from experience that the position was agonizing, and was only made worse by the guards dropping hot wax on her back.
Songbird saw her friend, her teammate, Citizen V on a wooden horse. The weight of her body all resting on her pussy. The guards whipped her back, forcing Dallas forward. But the horse rose up with every inch, and Dallas struggled to move forward, to escape the pain.
She watched as Dallas made it several painful inches, only for the front of the wooden horse to rise even higher in the air. Dallas slid backwards on her abused pussy, onto the whips of her tormenters
Melissa didn’t have a good view of what was happening to Surge. Two guards were in the way. All Melissa could see was far too many dildos shoved in too small a pussy.
Silverclaw had apparently broken already, begging for mercy. The guards had obliged, ceasing the worse of their abuse.
Instead, they had shackled Silverclaw to the wall, placed a pair of goggles over her eyes and spray painted a dartboard on her breasts.
The men worked in shifts to torment her friends, and the ones eating lunch were currently enjoying a game of darts.
Songbird realized that, to her horror, she could still her friends, their cries of agony and pain. But that she had simply blocked it out.
“Something wrong, babe?” said Arcade.
Songbird nearly jumped out of her skin but replied quickly, “Just admiring the view, honey.”
“Same here,” Arcade said, “anytime you’re ready.”
Songbird lifted her hips, and then slammed herself down atop Arcade’s cock.
“Oh yeah, oh Arcade,” Songbird whipped her hair back and forth as she milked his cock. She rode him like a bull, taking every inch of him.
For Arcade, the pleasure of Songbird’s cunt was only matched by her submission. She fucked him like a lover, like a girlfriend, all because she lacked the courage to do otherwise.
His other girls, they had defiant days, they had days when they remembered who they were, what they’d done. Regardless of whether or not they were first or second string heroines out there, here they fought back like true heroines, bravely facing whatever Arcade could throw at them.
But not Songbird.
In some ways, it was a loss, Arcade reflected. He didn’t get the pleasure of breaking her again, and again, and again.
But there was something to be said for consistency, Arcade thought. He then grabbed her hips, and shot his seed inside her again.
“Woo!” Songbird plopped down beside Arcade. She traced a finger over Arcade’s bare chest, “you’re wearing me out today!”
“Same,” Arcade said, “you’re the best lay I’ve had in a while.”
Songbird rested her head against Arcade’s chest. She tried to focus on his heartbeat, and not the other sounds that filled the room.
“Please, please stop!” Hallie begged.
“No more, no more, please!” Dallas cried.
“Nonononon…argh!” Surge screamed
“You bastards, don’t, nooo!” Dagger wept.
“I’m a good girl, I’m a good girl, I’m a good girl,” Silverclaw whimpered, over and over.
All of it sent a chill through Songbird’s spine, but she knew better than to let Arcade see. That wasn’t what he wanted, at least, not overtly.
And as far as Songbird was concerned, whatever façade Arcade wanted, he got.
So they laid there together for a time, resting, and listening to the screams and pleadings for mercy of heroines who’d grown defiant, and were being taught their place.
Songbird was grateful for every second, and when Arcade sat up, her gut twisted.
“Let’s get some exercise and a show,” Arcade said.
“Of course, honey,” Songbird was ashamed that she already knew what Arcade was hinting at.
She stood up, and walked to the two way mirror, where her fellow captives were being tortured. She leaned over and raised her ass. Arcade’s cum still dribbling down her pussy, she looked over her shoulder and smiled, “Ready when you are.”
Arcade grinned like the cat who ate the canary, as he walked over to Songbird. He grabbed her ass-cheeks, and spread them, positioning his cock at her rear.
“Ya know, it’s a good show,” Arcade rammed his cock inside of Melissa, and leaned forward.
“Ugh!” The weight of Arcade forced the Thunderbolt to stumble forward, mashing her breasts against the glass. She looked straight ahead, watching how her fellow captives were abused. It made her sick to think that, all things considered, she was lucky.
All Arcade was doing was fucking her.
She watched as Dagger and Surge were forced to stand, kissing and groping one another like lovers. But all the while, the guards were caning their asses, and warning them against breaking character. Their asses were a bright, angry red and tears spilled freely, but they did as the guards demanded.
Arcade had said that these women had become defiant, and Songbird didn’t doubt it. Just as she didn’t doubt that when they went back to their cells tonight, they’d be broken, weeping messes.
“Great show,” Songbird replied, “new cast every day, I bet.”
“Yeah,” Arcade slammed into Songbird’s rear, “shame you never join it.”
Songbird realized now, why flight felt so wrong before. Because the higher one rose, the farther they fell. Sometimes, it was safer, to crawl, rather than to fall and crash.
“Well, we can’t all be stars,” Songbird replied.
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