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Arcade's New Niche	By : Masterdudemind Category: X-men Comics > Het - Male/Female Views: 106526 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Arcade stepped out of the shower, and wrapped his bathrobe around his wet self. He didn’t bother to towel off, after all, he didn’t plan to stay clean long.
He sauntered into his bedroom, where he found Amara Aquila, the mutant known as Magma, sitting on the edge of his bed.
Though she had been his captive for some time, Arcade still hadn’t become numb to her beauty. Her statuesque form, her full breasts and curly blond hair. She had barely wore a stitch of clothing in her entire time as his captive and Arcade found that he still hadn’t become numb to her flawless form.
And though she had been his captive for some time, Amara’s defiance was still as hot as her namesake.
“So I understand I’ve been brought to you for punishment,” Amara hissed, “as if I haven’t survived cocks twice your size.”
“No need to start the pillow talk so soon,” Arcade said. He went over to the small bar he kept I the corner of his room. He pulled out a bottom of wine, and two plastic cups. He poured two glasses, “relax, enjoy a drink first.”
Amara glared at Arcade, when he offered her the cup. She trusted nothing about him, and was almost certain that the damn thing was another trick.
But at the same time, it had been so damned long since she’d had a drink of anything that wasn’t water, or produced by the human body. Just the scent of it made her mouth water.
Resigning herself to the fact that Arcade hadn’t needed her permission to toy with her body, Amara took the cup and took a sip. The moment the wine struck her tongue, she shuddered in pleasure, and struggled not to gulp it all down then and there.
“So,” Arcade took a casual drink, “Miss Locke tells me that you’ve been mouthing off lately.”
“It’s the least I can do,” Amara replied, “literally. Your tools keep my powers in check, and you’re a fool to allow me my mind.”
“Well, it wouldn’t be any fun if you couldn’t appreciate my many victories,” Arcade said.
“True, you have won many battles,” Amara hissed, “but I assure you, I will win the war. My powers bend the earth itself, sadist. And when I can command them again, no place will be safe for you.”
“I bet,” Arcade chuckled, “do you know how many victories, by the way?”
“Excuse me?”
“How many ‘victories’ have I won,” Arcade set his cup down and made air quotes, “do I really have to spell it out for you?”
“…no,” Amara growled.
“Really?” Arcade produced a card, and then set it down next to Amara, “well, if you were curious, here it is.”
Amara looked at the card, and then to Arcade. The top was blank, so she couldn’t determine anything at a glance.
“I’m not in any hurry,” Arcade said, “we can see to our business once you’re done with your wine.”
Amara took another sip, while she considered what to do.
The card seemed to have a weight, a gravity, all its own. Despite her best efforts to banish the thought of it, curiosity burned inside her like a fire.
So aware of Arcade’s eyes upon her, Amara picked up the card, and read it.
Once she was done, it felt like someone had ripped out her stomach.
“What…what is that number underneath?” Amara couldn’t stop herself from saying.
“Oh that?” Arcade said, “that’s how many times you climaxed. Your average is actually on the high end. But, if you look underneath the number of animals that you’ve fucked, you’ll see a much lower number of climaxes. I guess donkey dicks don’t do it for you, huh?”
Amara looked at the number of men who had fucked her in horror. She knew that countless men had cum inside her, but she never gave much thought to the actual number. Let alone the women who raped her, the dogs who had mounted her or the donkeys and horses she’d been strapped under.
Seeing her entire time as a sex slave, laid out in such stark numbers, was like a gut punch that shook Amara to her very soul.
“Of course, that number’s off by a few dozen, or will be,” Arcade said, “you’re going to be on guard duty for the next two days. Hopefully, that’ll teach you that your mouth is for cocks, not talking back.”
The comment rocked Amara to her core. The thought of the already staggering numbers shooting up left her terror stricken. She tried to drink more of her wine, but her hand shook so badly that she spilled half of it across her large breasts, and only swallowed a small, remaining fraction of it.
“Guess you’re eager to get started,” Arcade finished his drink, and undid his robe.
“Please, don’t,” Amara said softly. Even without the failsafes, she felt so small before Arcade now. She thought of all the men who’d been inside of her, no longer countless.
“But you’re already seasoned for me,” Arcade said with a smirk. He gently pushed Amara onto her back, and then fell atop of her like a wolf, “and I have to have a taste.”
Arcade ran his tongue all around Amara’s breast, savoring the combination of fear and wine. He lapped at the flesh at the bottom of her tit, before raising higher, and tracing his tongue around her erect nipple.
Arcade was not a man of terrifying physicality, but right now, Amara feared him more than the largest man who’d been inside of her. The enormity of the numbers, of the men who’d had her, crushed Amara completely.
She felt Arcade’s cock pressing against her pussy, and offered no resistance. Tears streamed down her eyes, but Amara couldn’t bring herself to look away from Arcade. She was transfixed by the man who’d brought her impossibly low.
“Damn,” Arcade slid his cock inside of Amara slowly, allowing her to feel every inch, “I’ve been inside of you so many times, and each is as good as the first.”
Arcade looked down at Amara.
“I just paid you a compliment,” Arcade said, “what do you say?”
“Thank you,” Amara whispered.
“That’s all?”
Amara swallowed, “Thank you, master.”
Arcade slammed his pelvis into Amara, and smiled as she shuddered.
“Damn right,” Arcade said, “I tell you what, you do me right, and I’ll put some other special lady on guard duty. Let you keep your numbers down for a little longer, what do you say?”
Amara nodded, as she felt a guilty stab of relief. She hated the idea of someone else suffering the hell that was guard duty, but the possibility of keeping the numbers down if only for a little bit, was simply too appealing.
“I say, ‘fuck me deep, master’,” Amara replied, “I need your cock, I need your seed!”
Amara cupped her breasts and arched her back, offering herself to her captor.
“Don’t mind if I do,” said Arcade, thrusting into Amara.
A strange sort of desparate hope began t bubble up inside of Amara, as Arcade’s cock sawed into her pussy. The fervent desire that he wouldn’t give her guard duty, that the terrible number she had seen wouldn’t skyrocket.
As Arcade loomed over her, Amara saw not just him, but so many of the men who’d been inside of her.
She saw the African bodybuilder, whose tree like cock split her cunt effortlessly. She could could still remember the agony as he withdrew, as her cunt slowly shrunk back into its natural size. Not even Doc Shoc could cure the agony of that memory.
She saw the blond, German heir, who’d put her legs up on his shoulders so that his thick cock could smash against her cervix with every stroke.
She saw the red haired, pot bellied man who’d bound her breasts until they were purple, and then fucked her while crushing the blood starved globes in his hands. Amara had actually prayed that the tender globes would fall off, if only to stop the pain.
She saw all those men and more, as the source of her pain fucked her.
“Come on, babe,” Arcade said, “this is about your pleasure too. Work that clit, huh?”
“Of course, beloved,” Amara gave him her best fake smile, as her hands slid towards her love button.
She rubbed the sensitive flesh, trying to time her hands with Arcade’s thrusts.
And as she did that, Amara moaned, and began milking Arcade’s cock, squeezing it with her inner flesh.
“Master, master!” Amara panted, as she prayed it was enough to satisfy him..
Arcade looked down on Amara, and chuckled inwardly.
God, he thought, she was a shitty actress.
And to Arcade, that only made it better. Magma could control the earth itself, and was perhaps one of the most powerful mutants on the planet.
And right now, she was a pathetic whore who would have been laughed out of a pornography job, trying her all to please him.
He kneaded her breasts in his hands, enjoying every inch. Amara had proven to be one of his most defiant captives, but when he presented her with a simple truth, all of that had washed away in an instant.
Now she was a compliant fuck-doll, the facts having broken her spirit in an instant. Arcade hoped that her spirit would recover, because this was one of the best fucks he’d had in a long time.
Amara had barely noticed that she was working in perfect rhythm with Arcade, pleasure steadily building inside of her.
“Gods, Gods!” Amara gasped, as she came.
Pleasure turned to terror, though, as the blond mutant realized that she had cum before the man fucking her. She looked at Arcade with pleading eyes.
“It’s okay,” Arcade laughed, “we’re all going to the same place, some just get there faster.”
Arcade fucked Amara slow and steady. He fucked Amara slowly, before spilling his seed inside of her.
“Whew,” Arcade sighed, and fell into the bed besides Amara, “not bad, not bad. I think guard duty would be counter-productive. You’d be better keeping our clients as happy as me.”
“Thank you, master,” Amara said, those numbers were thundering in her head.
“So who should take your place?” Arcade said.
Amara looked at Arcade as if she had been slapped, “What?”
“Sorry, I should have said something sooner,” Arcade said, “one of your fellow mutants is going to take your place, doing guard duty for two days. Who do you think it should be?”
Amara felt as if her heart was in a vice.
“Surge,” Amara said. Amara didn’t know the young woman that well, but prayed that her physical power would protect her, “Surge should be on guard duty.”
“Good idea,” Arcade said, “her numbers are too low.”
Amara shuddered, but said nothing.
All she could think about was the next one.
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