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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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Like anywhere else, there were good days and bad days at Arcade’s.
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Rahne had a good day.
Rahne Sinclair awoke when she felt a cool breeze across her belly.
Rahne awoke slowly, taking stock of her situation. She felt herself resting on a soft mattress, with silk sheets beneath her. Her skin felt smooth and clean, while she could smell a slight touch of strawberry soap in her hair meaning that someone had bathed her in her sleep.
Rahne could remember a time when such a thing would have disgusted her, but that was long in the past. She had come to accept that if the worst thing that happened today was someone washing her naked, unconscious body, she’d be lucky.
And she was never that lucky, not anymore.
The lighting in the room was soft, and she could see a bathroom and shower in the corner.
Rahne felt an odd form of relief. If Arcade had some twisted torture in mind, he would have been here when she awoke. He loved to torment them, and Rahne would be surprised if he’d missed a single opportunity her entire time here.
But that was a small grace compared to what Rahne knew was to be coming. Just because he didn’t have some special, personal torture in mind, didn’t mean that Arcade had no torture planned.
“So you’re a superhero, huh?” he said.
Rahne remained silent as the man entered. He was little over five foot, not exactly fat but definitely overweight.
He looked at her with undisguised lust, and Rahne felt a small bit of relief when she realized she didn’t recognize him. She hated all her ‘clients’, but the repeat ones she found especially upsetting.
He undressed quickly, and approached Rahne with a cock at half attention.
He nodded, smiled, and Rahne knew what she had to do.
The young Scotswoman slid off the bed and knelt in front of him. She took the cock into her mouth, tickling his balls with her fingers while running her tongue underneath the bottom. Rahne was ashamed to admit it, but in her time as Arcade’s captive, she had developed some excellent carnal skills.
In no time at all, the man was full erect, and ready for the main event.
Rahne stood up, and walked backwards towards the bed as the man eyed her naked body.
Rahne felt herself hit the edge, and leaned back slowly as the man leaned in, his cock aimed at her pussy.
Rahne didn’t gasp as she felt him press against the dry folds of her pussy. She’d been fucked dry so many times, it meant no more to her than a paper cut.
The walls of her pussy were pushed apart as her John grabbed her right breast, and leaned down, flicking her nipple with his tongue.
Rahne didn’t fight it as her nipples responded to the attention, as her pussy grew damp as he began to fuck her.
“Hell yeah,” sighed the Man, as he began to pick up his pace.
Rahne considered herself lucky that the man wasn’t much of a talker.
It was like that with some men. They just wanted the novelty of fucking a heroine. The who, what and why didn’t much matter to them. If the pussy was famous, Tigra would say, some men would pay anything to stick their cock in it.
Rahne squeezed his cock a little. She was trying to walk the line between passive and a dead fish, silently defiant yet not boring.
In her experience, men preferred the first, or would tolerate it. The second, brought out a righteous anger, that often turned painful for Rahne and her fellow captives.
The young mutant was actually shocked that the man hadn’t leaned in for a kiss yet, but instead grabbed her hips, further sinking his cock into her cunt.
Though the man was hardly small, he was not the biggest, or longest man Rahne had fucked this week, let alone her entire time here. Though the feeling of him deeper inside of her brought no pleasure, it wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable as it could have been.
Rahne took one look at the man, and realized that if she’d gone to sleep right then and there, he never would have noticed.
Tigra called it the ‘magic pussy effect’. Men (and women, truthfully) so enraptured by the idea of fucking a heroine that they actually forgot who they were fucking.
He fucked her with long hard strokes, but Rahne could feel his pace quicken, followed by his seed spilling inside of her. He collapsed atop of her, savoring the bliss that Rahne’s pussy had brought him.
Rahne looked aside, as she felt his cock soften. She was in no rush to hurry him on his way, but a part of her was too proud, too angry, to engage in anything resembling pillow talk.
“God damn,” the man said, “never had a fuck that good. Thanks, Red.”
The man crawled off of Rahne, dressed, and simply left. No taunts, no biting comments, nothing like that.
As customers went, Rahne reflected, he was almost the perfect client.
The next man was overweight somewhat, and his face looked as if it had lost a few boxing matches.
“On your stomach,” the man ordered.
Rahne obeyed without question. She expected to be met with a taunt about doing it ‘doggy style’, a few insults with ‘bitch’ creatively thrown in.
But instead, she felt the man climb atop the bed, place his cock at her clenched ass, and then lunged forward.
“Ugh!” Rahne grunted. The man was overweight, but he didn’t lack for energy at the moment.
He placed his hands on her hips, and with his second thrust, his cock was completely inside her clenched ass.
“Perfect,” he muttered under his breath.
Rahne was on her hands and knees as the man fucked her, her breasts swinging back and forth.
Like the first man, there were no insults, no demeaning comments. Just fucking.
And while her ass ached from the man’s size and vigor, Rahne knew that she could handle it. All things considered, this was light work.
He fucked her for a good ten minutes, strong steady strokes, his flesh slapping against her ass, before she felt him ready to explode.
Rahne expected the man to pull out and shoot his cum all over her backside. But instead, he spilled his hot seed inside her ass, and just left.
“What the hell is going on?” Rahne muttered softly.
Arcade’s twisted imagination rarely came up short, in Rahne’s opinion. His abuse often stretched the limits of her will, to the point that Rahne never realized how many times she could utterly break, again and again.
But today was hardly that.
And because today was so easy going, Rahne tensed as her next client stepped into the room.
“Hey, bitch,” he said, as he began undressing, “wanna fuck in the shower?”
Two minutes later, Rahne was in pure heaven.
The shower stall held a small seat for her John to sit down on. She impaled her ass on his eager cock, and turned the shower on full blast.
His hands were on his hips, and as her ass worked his cock, Rahne’s hands were on her nipple and clit, working them both. Steaming hot water blasted across her chest, and the scalding hot water only seemed to make her clit that more receptive.
Rahne had to bite her lip, as she came twice in almost as many minutes.
How long this man lasted, Rahne had no idea. But when she finally felt him go soft, she willed herself to her feet, turned around, straddling him. Pressed her breasts against his chest, Rahne leaned in close and whispered.
“Want a round two?”
After him, Rahne allowed herself to lower her guard, and at the end of the day, was stunned when nothing too sadistic happened.
Yes, she fucked twenty two men. Her pussy and ass were sore, but nothing her healing factor couldn’t handle in a few hours. Rahne didn’t know it, but all the men she fucked were members of the Secret Empire, an organization Rahne had never heard of, let alone fought. Fucking her and several others was little more than a corporate vacation to them.
All Rahne knew, all she needed to know, was that there were no repeat customers to remind her of how long Arcade held her captive. No bigots who loathed her kind, or smart asses who saw her lupine form as making her less than human.
Just fucking. Rahne hated to admit it, but that barely seemed like work these days.
$$$
The Avenger Firebird Bonita Juarez, had a good day.
Bonita and her fellow Avenger Silverclaw, Maria de Guadalupe Santiago, were entertaining one of Bonita’s repeat customers, a man she knew only as Rafe.
“Why don’t you ladies have some fun first?” Rafe ‘suggested’.
“Of course, lover,” Firebird gave Rafe a convincing smile, before she turned to Maria, and gave her a quick kiss.
‘Follow my lead, sleepy’, Firebird mouthed.
Maria nodded, and then Firebird leaned in for a French kiss, her mouth exploring Maria’s.
The two Avengers fell backwards onto the bed, and Firebird slid her leg underneath Maria’s.
“I think the both of us should be ready for our friend,” Firebird said as she slid up onto the bed, pressing her pussy up against Maria’s. Firebird then leaned back and winked at Rafe, “don’t you think?”
“Very much so,” Firebird could see that Rafe’s cock was as hard as a rock, almost begging for release.
Bonita slid her pussy against Maria’s, and the two Avengers worked in rhythm, sliding their slick pussies back and forth.
Maria didn’t deny it felt incredible, but most of the pleasure drained away, knowing that this was forced, knowing that Rafe was watching for his sick amusement and finally, the fact that Maria wasn’t gay. She had probably fucked more women in the last two weeks than the average lesbian fucked in their entire life, but that wasn’t enough to make her love pussy.
“Oh God, oh God!” Bonita panted.
But Maria was beginning to wonder if it was enough to turn Firebird.
“Yes, yes!” Bonita screamed, with such passion that Maria wondered what was wrong with her friend.
“A good soft start,” Bonita lay on her back, panting, “but I think I need something harder, don’t you?”
Rafe struggled with his pants, while Bonita turned around on the bed. He stalked towards her, and Bonita started crawling backwards, giggling as she went.
“Come and get it,” Bonita winked.
Rafe, nearly driven mad with lust, leapt onto the bed, and before Bonita knew it, had seized her wrists, and forced her onto her back.
“I have you now, my pretty,” Rafe winked.
Bonita wrapped her legs around his waist, and rested her heels on the cheeks of Rafe’s ass. She licked her lips while meeting Rafe’s lust filled eyes.
“Then show me what you got.”
Rafe plunged into Firebird with such force that the Avenger was left breathless.
“So…perfect,” Bonita said, as soon as she could breathe again.
Rafe smiled, and fucked Bonita with all his strength. Her pussy was the greatest thing Rafe had ever felt, and he simply couldn’t get enough.
Off to the side, forgotten by the lustful criminal, Maria was laying on her side, as silent as a church mouse. She could feel how the entire bed shook with each thrust. She’d been fucked hard before, and knew that the pounding Bonita’s pussy was taking.
“Deeper, God, deeper!” Bonita demanded. She grabbed the back of Rafe’s head, and forced it onto her breast, “suck my breasts, damn you! Yes!”
Bonita quickly wiped the tears from her eyes as Rafe began teasing her nipple. The small pleasure that brought her wasn’t nearly enough to cancel out the pain in her cunt. In Rafe’s twisted mind, perhaps he did genuinely care for her, but he fucked her hard and fast like a whore.
“Show me the man I know you are!” Bonita began bucking towards Rafe, taking him in even deeper.
Rafe was enraptured, so deep inside the heroine he’d loved and lusted after so much time. He’d asked Arcade for Silverclaw intending a three-some, but those thoughts had been banished from his mind now.
Firebird lost track of how long she fucked Rafe. All she knew was that she had no customers before him, and none after him, because Arcade sending her directly to her cell.
And in that time, Silverclaw remained untouched. Firebird had acted and behaved as an utter whore, but her fellow Avenger didn’t suffer because of her.
That made it a good day.
$$$
Amara Aquila, Magma, had a good day.
It had begun with Arcade’s men dragging her into the center of a large room with five beds in each corner.
“Okay, lets get this show on the road before those Friends of Humanity pricks show up,” Ken Ellis slapped a glowing blue band around Amara’s wrist. He repeated the process on her other wrist, higher up on her elbows and then on her ankles.
“What’s wrong with them?” Franklin Day demanded.
Amara said nothing. She had no desire to engage with these idiots, but their prattle was getting on her nerves.
“They act like fucking only the mutants makes them better than us,” Ken said, “racist bastards.”
“You’re both scum,” Amara snapped, despite herself, “I’d burn them first, but I’d relish burning you bastards more.”
“See?” Ken said, “that’s what I’m saying.”
“Whatever,” Franklin said. He tapped a few commands into his consul, “let's test these bands. I’m about to go off shift, and Firebird’s on guard duty. No way am I missing that.”
Amara felt herself floating several inches into the air, her toes wiggling, reaching for the floor.
“Step one looks good,” Franklin said. He typed several commands into the consul, “let's try step two.”
Amara felt her arms being pulled up and out, and her ankles being dragged open, until she was hanging in midair, spread eagle.
“Step two looks better,” Ken observed.
“Anti-gravity bracelets seem to be working smooth,” said Franklin, “as much as we paid for them, they oughta.”
“I’d burn you to you death, inch by inch,” Amara hissed.
Franklin rolled his eyes, “Lets try a few other positions.”
Amara ground her teeth as her arms were forced behind her back, thrusting her breasts outwards.
“Good, good,” Franklin said, “the presets are loaded, I think we can proceed. Let's go get the other attractions, and clock out. I’m already blue balling, thinking about Firebird.”
Amara wasn’t too terribly surprised when the ‘other attractions' turned out to be the students Arcade had kidnapped from Xavier’s. Wallflower, Wind Dancer, Surge, Pixie and Dust, mutants who’d come to Xavier’s to learn to control their powers, and now were raped daily. Though no one dared say it aloud, Amara knew that the young students were taken as extra insurance to keep her and her friends in line.
Amara knew in her heart she might be willing to leave the students if it meant escaping and returning with reinforcements. But she also knew that her friends never could. They lacked the pragmatic sense that her father had instilled in her.
Still, it all seemed to be a moot point. Espionage wasn’t Amara’s strength. When and if they escaped this hell, Amara knew that she would be indebted to the people responsible for the rest of her life.
The young students were all placed in a separate room, and then the guards simply left. Why would they do otherwise? If the fail safes ever malfunctioned, Amara knew that the bastards would never stand a chance, and God knew that they would need a running start if they failed.
“Professor?” Amara turned towards Laurie Collins. Codenamed Wallflower, it was an apt name. She was easily the most timid of all the students, “What’s going to happen?”
Amara knew that the young woman knew as well as any of them what was going to happen next. That she was looking to the older woman for comfort, for hope.
“They intend to rape us,” Amara said. She had no time for pleasantries, “I imagine that they’ll be at it all day.”
Amara saw Laurie gasp and then break out into tears.
“Jesus teach, try an inspirational lie next time,” said Surge, “you’re just the appetizer, we’re the God damn main course.”
“Face the truth head on,” Amara said, “you will come out stronger for it.”
“Right, stronger,” Surge muttered, as members of the Friends of Humanity began to spill into the room, “gonna be Hulking out in a moment.”
Amara watched helplessly as her students were divided up amongst the bastards.
Within seconds, Pixie had two men inside her. One in her ass, another ramming her pussy. The man underneath her, crushing her breasts between his fingers.
Sofia was accosted by a woman wearing a double strap on, and soon, both her holes were stuffed with dildos two sizes too big for her.
Surge and Dust were taken doggy style, a man in their ass, and a cock in their mouth. Dust’s whimpering could barely be heard given the size of the cock in her mouth.
Wallflower was on her back, on the edge of the bed. One man was between her legs, while on the other end, a man shoved his cock down her throat, while he molested her breasts. Already Amara could see the purple bruises on the young mutant’s breasts.
To her shock and surprise, though, Amara found that the mob of bigots was actually ignoring her.
They gathered in a crowd, a wall of rapists, watching and waiting their turn.
“Can’t believe the quality.”
“Nice and young too, just this side of legal!”
“Best mutie pussy ever!”
“I love how they cry, none of that fake courage crap the others give ya.”
“Yeah, the looks they give ya…”
And on it went.
Amara grew angry. Some men had cast a glance or two at her, but none touched her. And yet, she didn’t feel the least bit of gratitude.
It was because the monsters that surrounded her, were complete and utter cowards. They were little more than full grown children, pulling the wings off of flies, and imagining themselves brave for doing so.
Almost immediately, Amara knew the truth of them. With their hundred dollar haircuts, manicured nails, they were clearly the elite children of the Friends of Humanity, pampered children of wealth. Amara herself was the daughter of a senator in her homeland, and she recognized her own.
“Al these spoiled little boys and girls,” Amara sneered, “all pretending to be brave, so you terrorize children.”
“Excuse me?” said Max Hill, son of the FOH’s chief accountant. He looked down at Amara with a smirk, “You say something, cunt?”
“You heard me, boy,” Amara said, not even turning her head to face him, “you’re all so small, even now. I can smell it on you.”
The slap struck Amara so hard that she spun several inches.
A yellow light covered the room, and Amara gave her assailant a smug look.
“Arcade frowns on physical violence,” Amara smirked, though there were days when she would have preferred it over his sexual torture, “hit me again, and see what will happen.”
Max’s hand trembled, but he restrained himself.
“You want to deal with me, you have to use that twig between your legs,” Amara said with a confident smirk, “think it’s big enough?”
“Hey, don’t let this bitch talk to you like this!” said Tony Hogan, “show her who’s boss!”
Amara began humming a tune from her childhood as the young man placed himself between her spread legs, and placed his cock against her clenched ass.
“She’s about to learn,” Max smirked to his fellow Friends of Humanity. He slammed his cock completely into Amara’s asshole with a dramatic thrust.
Amara just kept humming.
“Yeah, take it bitch, take it!” Max smashed his cock inside of Amara, slapping her ass with each odd thrust.
Amara just hummed.
“You’re brave, ugh! But we’ve all seen you bitches break,” Max said, fucking her ass.
Amara simply kept humming, and as she felt him about to thrust into her once more, clenched her ass with perfect timing.
“Ugh! Gawwd!” Max wasn’t prepared for Amara’s ass becoming perfectly tight, and he came inside of her before he even realized what he was doing.
“Hmm, truly impressive,” Amara smirked, before she continued humming.
“It’s okay,” Pete Jordon gently moved Max aside, “not just anyone can put a mutant in their place.”
“Oh, and you can?”
Jordon held up a drill with a studded dildo at the end of it. He pulled the trigger twice, smirking.
“With the right tool, yeah.”
Amara grunted as Pete jammed the dildo inside of her, and pulled the trigger.
“Ugh!” Amara couldn’t help but grunt as the dildo spun wildly inside of her, while Pete jammed it inside of her like a spear.
“Yeah, whore, yeah!” Pete smirked, “how do you like that?”
Amara just hummed in response.
“Brave, for now,” Pete said. He worked the dildo back and forth. Everyone could see the pain on Amara’s face, but through it all, she just kept humming.
$$$
Pixie struggled to breathe, with a supposed married couple spit roasting her. She had an overweight woman wearing a thick strap-on pounding her cunt, while her fiancé had Pixie on her back, deep-throating his cock.
For Megan, it was a special hell, because she could already tell this man wasn’t about to cum for a long, long time.
“Hey, what’s going on over there?” said Amber
Her fiancé Robert, took his cock out of Megan’s throat, and turned around. The young mutant gasped, then lay perfectly still. She was still prey in the hand of predators, and wanted as little attention as possible.
“Hey, Bobby!” Roger, the man who inducted Robert into the Friends of Humanity, shouted, “You got to get over here! This cunt is trying to act tough.”
“I’m in the middle of something here,” Robert motioned towards Megan. The young mutant held her breath.
“Leave it!” Roger replied, “You gotta see this!”
Robert sighed, and stood up, not even bothering to cum inside of Pixie. For three glorious minutes, the young mutant was left completely alone before someone wondered over to her, and insisted on raping her ass.
Amara never stopped humming, as they gathered around her.
A child of wealth and influence, Amara knew that it was their instinct to climb over one another, to outdo or do what their peers could not. And when they saw her defying them, well, Amara knew that she was little more than blood in the water to these wanna be sharks.
Rapist number five grabbed a bamboo cane, and swung it like a baseball bat into Amara’s well shaped ass. The mutant cried out, and then hummed.
Number Five caned Amara’s ass until it was bright, angry red, but Amara was still humming by the end of it.
“Damn, that’s one tough bitch,” she said finally.
“Just need a man’s touch,” said Rapist Number Six.
“Please,” Amara scoffed, “there are no men here.”
“Oooh, never said that coming,” he laughed.
“I think I may have seen you coming, actually,” Amara met the man’s eyes, “No, my mistake. You simply look familiar. Perhaps your father?”
Amara watched the man flinch, and knew that she’d struck a sore spot. With the privileged, parents were often a sensitive subject. No one knew better than they what money could not buy.
Number Six’s face went flush with anger, and Amara watched as he snapped a rubber glove on.
“You should watch your mouth,” Six said. He punched his hand inside of Amara’s pussy, and began fisting her as if he were in an actual fight for his life.
“Ugh! Arh!” Amara grunted.
“Yeah, bitch, scream,” Six sneered.
“Yu can make m squeal,” Amara hissed, “but no one here is strong enough to make me scream.”
Amara began humming again.
Surge was being fucked doggy style, watching as Amara was swarmed. She could hear her Professor humming, and saw the smug, defiant look on her face. Surge watched, half in fear, half in awe of such courage.
Nori watched it for a full two minutes, before something occurred to her.
“Hey,” Nori said to the man with his cock in her ass, “you gonna finish, or are you looking to rent a room?”
Like her, the man had stopped to see what was happening.
“Oh, sorry!”
The man resumed fucking Nori’s ass, but it was clumsy, unfocused. He was already looking past her, and at his chance to break Amara.
Later
Cathy Webster watched in awe as Amara walked past her cell. Amara’s cunt and ass were little more than gaping holes, dripping cum with each step. Her breasts had at least a dozen bite marks between them, and her pale white skin was marred, from head to toe, with angry whip marks.
And yet Amara was still smiling.
Magma all but collapsed to the floor, exhausted. She ached in a way she never remembered before, and suspected it would be some time before they took her to see Doc Shoc.
But Amara had no complaints in that regard. She’d fought hard today, and her aches and pains she carried were from a terrible battle that she had fought and won.
Satisfied, Amara allowed herself to rest. She closed her eyes, and began to nod off, when it started.
Someone was humming.
Amara was dumbstruck for a full minute And only then did she realize, that it wasn’t one person humming, but several.
Realizing that, Amara did something she hadn’t done since Arcade had taken her.
She wept. Despite her best efforts, tears of joy slid down her cheeks, and Amara fell asleep to a song she hadn’t heard since she was a little girl.
$$$
Like anywhere else, there were good days and bad days, as a captive of Arcade’s.
But good days were few and far between, and often, no less painful.
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