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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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“Nice hair.”
Noriko, or Nori Ashida, known to her friends as Surge, found that there was still some humor in the world, as she looked at Laura Kinney, X-23. Her hair was parted out four ways, just like her famous ‘father’.
“Thank you,” Laura Kinney, X-23, said evenly. She allowed the water to wash over her naked body, washing the sweat and cum from her breasts that caked it like a second skin. She cupped her hands, and began to scrub her breasts of the sweat “they were quick, and they wanted to cover for it. Made me apply their semen elsewhere for laughs.”
“Well, give them my thanks next time,” said Surge, “funniest thing I’ve seen all week.”
“How can you joke?” Laurie Collins whispered. She trembled as she tried to wash away the stains of last night activities, and dreaded what was to come today, “you have any idea what they plan to do to us!?”
“Do you?” sighed Surge, “they’ll fuck us either way. Laugh or cry, Wallflower, your choice.”
“And plan revenge,” X-23 said, her voice low.
“And that,” Surge said, then shrugged, “until then…”
The three New Mutants then showered in silence, uncertain of what more to say. The last week, and the week before that, had been nothing but rape and sexual torture. Today looked to be more of the same, and right now there was no comment snarky enough to hide that fact.
After several long minutes, the showers unceremoniously terminated, and a guard stepped into the room.
“Alright, ladies, I need the front cunts to follow me,” he said, a typically sadistic smirk on his face, “X-23, Surge, that means you too, ladies.”
X-23 and Surge watched as Wolfsbane, Tigra, Free Spirit and Jolt broke from the rest to follow the guard out of the room. Laura observed Rahne and Danielle clasp hands for a moment, a silent show of support before marching away.
“Front cunt?” Surge whispered to X-23, “Jesus, who wants to bet this is somehow worse than the usual shit they do to us?”
“Almost certainly,” Laura whispered back, her voice surprisingly calm, “the female vagina extremely elastic, and can expand to two hundred percent its original size to accommodate child birth. All the captives that have been called aside are physically enhanced, and can almost certainly endure more punishment than your average female.”
“Do I even want to know how you know that about pussy?” Surge said.
“Unlikely.”
“She’s right,” Rahne had slowed her pace, until she was just in front of the two New Mutants, “whenever Arcade gets some new toy, or some new animal, he has us test the damned thing first. He said we should be bloody honored that we’re helpin’ protect our fellow captives.”
“At least he is taking some precautions,” X-23 shrugged.
“More like he’s trying to wring every penny out of us,” Free Spirit countered in a hushed tone, “can’t fuck anyone if we’re laid up with Doc Shoc, or worse.”
“Come on, ladies,” the guard smirked, “what’s the problem? Ain’t like it’s us idiots takin’ care of this. All the boys lookin’ after you are LMDs. Programmed as smart as possible!”
The guard led them into a waiting room, one that might not have been out of place in a docter’s office with covered chairs and couch, but Surge still felt a significant amount of dread, especially as she watched X-23 wrinkle her nose, her enhanced senses having noticed something.
“You ladies take a seat,” said the guard, “the boys will be with you soon.”
Still damp from their showers, the captive heroines sat down. Life under Arcade taught them to take their comforts where they could.
“So,” Surge said, trying to lighten the mood. She looked at her fellow captives all naked as the day they were born and their grim and resigned both. Before she could stop herself, Surge said, “anyone got any cards?”

X-23
Laura recognized the man standing beside the two LMDs (who bore identical faces) as Trey Collins. Even if she couldn’t detect the scent that hung about him like a musk, just his presence here was all but a neon sign as to what was to come next.
On top of that, Laura could feel the other women, save for Surge, trying not to acknowledge the man, as if they were terrified to draw his attention. And her enhanced senses told her that was exactly the case.
“Laura, please come with us,” Trey said.
X-23 saw her fellow captives shoot her a look of sympathy, but said nothing. With a single whiff, Laura knew why, but she remained silent, stoic.
After all, she had an image, and reputation, to maintain at Arcade’s.
Trey led Laura down a long hall, to a room of overpowering odors. To Laura, it was the stench that would prove the hardest to take, not what she knew they had in mind for her.
The second they entered the room, Laura knew what they had planned.
Standing in the center of it was a coal black horse, smaller than average, Laura judged, being groomed by three LMDs. They spoke soothing words to the animal, but it still seemed to pace back and forth a few steps.
Laura could smell horse’s anxiety, and on a pragmatic level, it worried her. The animal was over a literal ton of muscle, and not one of Arcade’s machines. There were limits to how ‘safe’ it could be made, and proper training was a must.
In the past, it was Wolfsbane or Jolt’s responsibility to break in the horses, but Laura suspected that was her job now.
“So, what do you think of your new client?” Trey Collins said, a cocky grin on his face.
“Teaser pony, right?” Laura replied, “I can see some scars on the side. He was used to get the female horses aroused, and was then removed when the horse breeders brought in the male they wanted bred.”
Trey’s smile faded somewhat. Like his boss, he savored the moment when he told the captive heroines their fate, the expression that they had when they realized they were going to be animal cock sleeves.
“Right,” Trey said, unable to think of anything smart.
“I smell mild sedatives and something else I can’t identify,” Laura stepped forward, and stroked the horse. He huffed, bucking a little. Laura knew she had the animal presence of a predator, and hoped to calm the beast somewhat before they got to the next part.
“A little horse Viagra,” said Trey, “we don’t want Beauty here finishing the show early, do we?”
“I imagine not,” Laura saw the straps laying across Beauty’s back, for the hammock below, “I trust he’s been measured? Average or small for his species?”
“A little below average, actually,” Trey replied, “I imagine though you’ll feel pretty sweet to him, all the same.”
“Probably,” Laura displayed no emotion as she said, “shall we get started?”
“Lets.”
Laura squatted down, and slid into the hammock underneath Beauty. She spread her legs, knowing that doing anything else was just a waste of time
Once she positioned herself she looked down her chest and saw the beast’s erect cock. The thing was easily thicker than a baseball bat, and the smell disgusted her as a bit of precum dripped out.
“Give us a second,” said one of the men. He was adjusting the straps, and positioning the hammock so that her pussy was lined up with Beauty’s waiting cock.
Once that was done, two men (LMDs, Laura smelled it instantly), knelt down beside her. On each side, they placed their fingers inside her pussy, and yanked it open as if it were a bag of chips.
Laura gritted her teeth, unwilling to allow any sounds of pain escape her lips.
“Okay Bill,” The LMD placed his other hand on Laura’s shoulder, “lets ease her in, nice and slow.”
Laura took deep, steadying breathes as the two pushed her cunt forward, and she felt it touch against the horse’s ready cock.
Though she seemed stoic on the outside, inside Laura was barely holding off an animal panic.
Intellectually, she knew that a woman’s vagina could expand by two hundred percent. More than that, Arcade and his people were certain that this cock could enter any of his captives. When it came to preserving their bodies for punishment, the man took no chances.
But the thing felt as hard as a rock and wider than anything she’d taken before, and just from what she felt at the front of her pussy was no easy fit. Knowing and feeling were, at the end of the day, two different things.
“Alright, on three…”
“One…”
Laura banished all thoughts of how Arcade was recording this.
“Two…”
Laura hated how she knew that she would only be the first cock-sleeve for this horse. Every single one of her fellow captives had fucked a horse or a dog a dozen times already. It worried her that Arcade had been using the animals so long, he had to rotate them out.
“Three!”
“Ugh!” Laura grunted, as her pussy was jammed hard onto Beauty’s cock.
The horse neighed, and took a few steps, repositioning itself.
“Easy boy, easy,” Trey said, in a controlled, calming voice. He stroked the horse, “feels good, right? Just behave, and it’ll feel better.”
Laura felt as if her pussy were being ripped in two like paper, and the cock was only half an inch inside of her. It felt as if her body were screaming at her to return to its natural form, and it instinctively clenched around the invading cock, only making it worse.
“Are we good?”asked Bill.
Trey continued to stroke Beauty’s mane, “We’re good. But go slow and careful and I’ll tell you if we need to stop.”
“Okay,” said Bill, “lets get her sheathed.”
“On two. One… two!”
“Ahh!” Laura cried out. She blinked back tears, and wondered what sort of cruel irony it was that the horse’s thick cock was now perfectly rubbing up against her G-spot.
Pain and pleasure tore her mind every which way. Unlike her fellow captives, Laura had no particular hang-ups with regards to fucking or being fucked by an animal. They had no malice, no cruelty. They were honest, eager and as quick as their bodies allowed them to be.
To her, they were better lovers than humans.
But she knew that wasn’t exactly the majority opinion, and she sure as hell didn’t want Arcade to get any more humiliating video of her.
So she bit her lip as Beauty’s cock rubbed the perfect spot of her pussy, making her nipples and clit as hard as rock.
“Okay,” said the LMDs, not caring about Laura’s arousal, or even noticing, “on three again.”
Laura mustered her self control, biting her lip, until she heard the magic word.
“Three!”
Laura grunted, as the horse’s cock was now fully embedded inside of her. She could feel te horse above her, trying to make sense of the pleasure it felt, struggling to stay in control.
“Okay, good boy, good boy,” Trey offered the horse a sugar cube, “lets see about stretching those legs eh?”
Trey looked down.
“You good down there, Laura? Ready to start training?”
Laura felt as if she were being ripped in two, starting from her pussy.
“Day’s not getting any younger,” she replied, her voice betraying nothing.
“Ha!” Trey slapped Beauty on the rear, and led the horse out of the stall. He knew he had to get the animal used to the feeling of someone bobbing up and down on his cock, as he tried to work.
“Lets teach this bitch a few new tricks, eh Beauty?”
$$$
Wolfsbane
Rahne Sinclair, Wolfsbane, was first placed between two beams.
They placed padded cuffs on both wrists, and then pulled them tight, hoisting the young woman into the air, wrists pulled in separate directions, while the toes of her feet swung beneath her, several inches off the ground, looking for the ground.
The pain was incredible, but Rahne suffered in silence. She had suffered worse, and she knew that more was to come.
They placed padded cuffs of Rahne’s ankles, and secured them opposite one another.
When they were done, Rahne was hanging from her wrists, spread eagle. Or, she bitterly reflected, a human ‘X’, naked and helpless.
“There,” said the LMD’s responsible for binding her, “just one last thing…”
They placed a plastic welding mask atop Rahne’s head, protecting her face.
“And we’re done!”
The LMDs filed out, and for a few brief, peaceful moments, all Rahne was left with was the aching pain of her arms, and a cold breeze on her pussy.
It almost felt like a vacation, compared to the last week.
But she wasn’t alone long, as seven men entered the room. Rahne could tell from their faces and scents that they were recent recruits. Three of them had only raped her twice thus far.
“Okay, gents,” Rahne recognized the voice as belonging to Lucas Bell. As best they could tell, the man was one of Arcade’s lesser lieutenants, responsible for keeping the grunts in line. His nickname amongst those bastards was ‘Sarge Bell’, “class is in session.”
Sarge Bell held a coiled whip in his hand.
“Today’s class is about our favorite entertainment tool.”
Rahne shuddered. She knew today would be bad, but was quickly realizing she had to redefine bad.
“A regular whips can strip the flesh off a regular person with just a little effort,” Sarge Bell explained, “but boss man Arcade doesn’t allow that. The whips in your hands were designed by some rich pervs in the Hellfire Club, designed to relieve tension as they fly through the air. Hurts like hell, but doesn’t tear flesh.”
“Isn’t one of the boss’ rules ‘No Blood’?” said one of the recruits.
“Damn right,” Bell said, “you draw blood, you lose pussy privileges for a week. And that’s if the boss is feeling nice.”
Sarge Bell walked over to Rahne, and slid a finger inside of her cunt. Rahne felt sick, but barely reacted. She knew this wouldn’t be the worst thing that happened today.
“Remember boys, we have to take care of our toys,” Bell said, “that’s why our fleshlight is wearing a facemask. These suckers are designed not to tear flesh, but you can’t be too careful. Anyone who hits the mask gets docked a hundred bucks, no exceptions.”
“Parker, you’re up,” said Bell “I’m going to give you a target and you’re going to hit it with your whip.”
Rahne blinked back tears as the first man stepped forward.
“Right breast.”
-Krak!-
Rahne squeezed her eyes shut, as pain tore through her tender flesh.
“Nice technique,” Bell said, “again.”
Rahne didn’t scream as the pain seemed to triple. Her already burning breast felt as if it were about to be torn in two.
“Good, good. Now the left breast.”
-Krack!-
Despite the agony that shot through her tit, Rahne was actually grateful for the brief reprieve. She had come to learn, from bitter experience, that the more abused heaped on aching flesh often grew by leaps and bounds.
“Cunt.”
Rahne finally screamed, but Parker didn’t flinch.
“Reposition. Left cheek. Jacobs, right breast.”
“Parker, upper right shoulder blade.”
Sarge Bell rotated the men in a circle of abuse around Rahne. She was caught in an agonizing tornado of pain that seemed to last for hours and hours (but in reality was only thirty minutes) before Sarge Bell motioned for the men to stop.
“Okay, we got the basics out of the way,” said Sarge Bell, “next we’re gonna work on the bonus round. Whoever wins this gets a two hundred dollar bump in this week’s pay, and their choice of pussy for the next three private sessions.”
Rahne watched helplessly as Sarge Bell stride towards her, and then pinched together the abused, sensitive flesh of her cunt. A second later she felt a sharper pressure, biting down on her flesh, before Bell moved further up.
Rahne didn’t have to look down to know what he’d done. She’d been through this so many times before, after all.
When Sarge Bell was done, Rahne had six clothesline pins hanging off the cunt flesh on both sides of her pussy.
Sarge Bell reflected for a moment, before adding several to her tits, making sure to place one each on her nipples, and several around her areolas.
“Your whips are sophisticated tools,” Sarge Bell said, “designed with tension release up to a fraction of an eighth of an inch. But they still require a guiding hand and skill. Form up, and we’re going to see who can use their whips to remove the pins from this bitch’s cunt. Man with the most, gets the bonus.”
Rahne wept as the first man stepped forward.
“Begin!”
$$$
Free Spirit
When they took Cathy Webster, Free Spirit to her room, she vowed to herself that today she wouldn’t break. She’d broken in the past, and God knew that she’d break in the future, but today Cathy swore, would not be one of those days.
Today, Cathy found herself escorted by three LMDs. Arcade didn’t even try to hide their nature, removing their faceplates, leaving only a metal skull, dressed in a doctor’s lab coat. They brought her into a room, helped her into stirrups and then strapped her down.
“One moment,” said LMD 1.
“So what is it this time?” Free Spirit spat.
“Today Ms. Webster, we are testing several customized dildos and other tools for later use by our clients,” said LMD 3, “you need not worry, however. We are fully networked with the sensor array. We will ensure that no lasting physical damage comes to you.”
“Only physical damage?” Free Spirit said, sarcastically.
“Of course, if we do lasting damage, we would violate our programming,” said LMD 2.
“One reason not to do it,” Cathy muttered.
“We’ll start with the red butter,” suggested LMD 3, “it is the most easily applied and tested.”
Free Spirit swallowed hard. The name was hardly intimidating, but with Arcade that meant that he had something especially cruel in mind.
Cathy steeled herself, as LMD 2 returned with a jar of what looked like red lubrication. He dipped two fingers inside the jar, and then applied a small coat to Free Spirit’s cunt.
“Arrgh!” Cathy threw her head back and screamed. It felt as if her pussy was on fire, and only grew worse by the second.
“Red Butter has been applied,” LMD 1 observed, “no physical damage has been observed…”
Free Spirit would have screamed at the otherwise, were she not in so much agony. It felt as if ants were devouring her pussy.
“…only a mild application applied thus far. We will see how it functions when applied to a stimulation devise.”
Cathy trembled in rage and fear, as the pain in her pussy mounted, and she saw the LMDs apply the ‘Red Butter’ to a medium sized dildo.
“Beginning insertion.”
The searing pain doubled as the dildo was pushed past the lips of her pussy. Free Spirit pulled at the restraints with all her strength, but they refused to give.
It felt as if someone had poured hot lava into her cunt, and Free Spirit could barely think through the pain.
“Sensors indicate that Red Butter performs to expectations,” said LMD 1. He removed the dildo, and sprayed Cathy’s battered pussy with a sour smelling substance, “prepare for additional product testing.”
Cathy took a moment to catch her breath, as the LMDs cleaned out her pussy, removing all traces of the ‘Red Butter’. The agony reached a dull roar, but still burned.
“Beginning anal insertion.”
“…what?”
The ‘Red Butter’ burned even hotter in Cathy’s ass. Ironically, she could barely squeak, as it felt like someone had poured napalm into her rear.
“Pain readings are holding with projections,” LMD 2 observed, “I propose a two minute wait period to determine full effectiveness.”
“Try it, you bastards!” Free Spirit spat, tears falling from her eyes, “you won’t break me, not today!”
The LMDs had no reply.
Two impossibly long minutes ticked by, and Free Spirit was in agony every second.
But as soon as the time passed, her anus was splashed with water, and the burning ceased instantly.
“Not…not even close,” Cathy panted.
“We should test the wheel gun test,” suggested LMD 2.
“Excellent suggestion,” said LMD 1, “one moment.”
“Wheel Gun, what the hell is that?” Free Spirit demanded. She when the LMD returned, and saw the terrible invention that he’d brought with him.
It was a simple devise, really. What looked like two small tires, no bigger than a soup bowl and no wider than a penny, connected to a two foot long cylinder that no doubt held a small engine along with a handle and trigger.
The simplicity of it made its purpose all the more obvious.
“You…you can’t,” Cathy said, her heart pounding.
“Don’t worry,” said LMD 1, “we did the calculations.”
He pulled the trigger, and the dual wheels began spinning, becoming a blur.
“The physical damage shouldn’t be any worse than what’s known as an Indian Burn,” LMD 1 pointed the wheel gun at Cathy’s crotch, “we simply need to check our math in real time.”
“You junk pieces of arrggh!”
Cathy threw her head back and screamed as the spinning wheels were pressed against her already aching cunt.
“You bastards!” Cathy pulled against her restraints, for all the good it did her. She felt as if her cunt was being burned off, though she knew that Arcade would never maim her, at east, not so dismissively.
“Epidermis damage was lower than expected,” said LMD 1.
Cathy screamed her head off, and strained against the bonds once more.
“Initial projections are keeping steady,” said LMD 2, “devise is suitable for general use.”
“You monsters!” Cathy spat.
“General use, but for how long?” said LMD 3, “we should continue application until sensors lean towards danger.”
“Agreed,” said the two remaining LMDs.
Cathy swore that her pussy was being sanded down to nothing, as a sharp, burning pain lanced through her entire body. The LMDs simply stood there impassive, as the spinning tires used her cunt as asphalt.
An eternity passed, before the wheel gun was removed from her cunt. Cathy, looking down through tears, thought her pussy looked as bright as a tomato.
“Not enough,” Free Spirit said, gasping, “not today.”
“Understood,” said LMD 2, “might I suggest the urethra scrubber?”
“Excellent suggestion,” replied LMD 1.
“Urethra scrubber?” Free Spirit’s pulse quickened
“This is a new invention from AIM,” LMD 2 held up a plastic tube, not much larger than an electric tooth brush. Atop it was a thin piece of metal, the entire length covered in bristles, “they inform us that there is one female body cavity that we’ve neglected. Those he suggested we call it the Scrubber for short.”
Cathy trembled with rage, “So after sucking every kind of cock, raping my pussy and ass, you have to come for my piss hole?”
“Yes,” LMD 1 said simply.
LMD 2 stalked towards Cathy. He placed two fingers over the tiny opening, and spread it as best he could.
Cathy watched, then felt, as the bristles slid inside her narrow hole.
Instantly, Cathy felt a feeling of disgust and violation that she hadn’t felt before. Even when she’d been made to fuck animals, she hadn’t felt this bone level of disgust through her entire body.
They were touching, and violating, something that was never meant to be touched. The pleasure Cathy felt was equaled by the disgust and discomfort of such a deep volition. Her entire body shuddered at such treatment.
But she still refused to break.
“Do your worst!” Cathy snapped.
“We need to do our best,” said LMD 1, “we need the most accurate tests to give us the greatest data.”
Cathy looked at their apathetic faces, and what she realized was crushing.
They didn’t care about her spirit, her fighting heart.
All they cared about was new ways to torture her, to make her suffer. And even that was a cold science. She was just a lump of flesh to them, interchangeable.
She was a cog in a machine, just like them.
And that thought was more crushing than anything they could think of.
$$$
Jolt and Surge
“Surge and Jolt, my favorite electric Asians.”
Hallie just rolled her eyes, while Nori glared at the man, anger bubbling in her chest.
Jolt took one look at the man in charge, Brandon Graves and began to suspect what today would be about.
“Fuck off, asshole,” Nori replied. She hated the fact that she still remembered the last time Brandon had fucked her. His leering face, as he pounded away between her legs.
“In due time,” Brandon leered. He snapped his fingers, and four faceless LMDs appeared. They grabbed the young women by the arms, and dragged them into a room a dozen yards away.
The room was empty, except for a table only a few feet above the ground.
Surge and Jolt were laid down on them, their legs spread wide until they formed a ‘T’. Specialized clamps were then placed over their thighs and ankles, locking them in place. Their wrists were then bound beside them , while their heads hung off the edge.
“So what’s it this time?” Jolt sighed, “another mini horse? Studded dildo?”
Surge glanced at Jolt, disturbed at just how resigned she had become to all this.
“Just training,” Brandon replied, “see, the boss rotates our dogs out on a regular basis. Doesn’t want them getting too attached, ya know? Sends the older ones to shelters.”
“Ha!”
Both Surge and Brandon glanced at Jolt, who was chuckling.
“What?”
“Sorry, I was just thinking, any woman who adopts one of our old playmates will be in for a surprise,” Jolt said.
“I suspect that’s why that’s boss did it,” Brandon said, smiling, “but at any rate, that means training the new SOBs we bring in.”
Surge gasped when she felt something cold and wet press itself against her pussy.
“So guess what you two are going to be doing all day?”
“You sick freak!” Surge hissed. She looked down her stomach, and saw one of the LMDs guiding the dog onto her platform, it’s red, erect cock aimed at her pussy.
“Ugh!”
Surge was impaled and knotted almost instantly. The dog, a large husky, began pounding her cunt with animal enthusiasm.
Disgust swept through Surge’s body, as she felt its hot breath on her breasts, it’s hair tickling her cit and a dozen other feelings no one should ever feel. Anger and despair seemed to grow together, as Surge was fucked by the canine.
Even after everything she had suffered thus far, this felt almost unbelievable.
But then Surge glanced at Jolt, and saw something even more unbelievable.
Like Surge, Jolt was impaled on a dog’s cock, this one a Doberman. The dog seemed as if it were bred for fucking humans, its cock knotted inside the Thunderbolt’s pussy, ach stroke back and forth shaking Jolt’s lithe form back and forth.
Yet, despite all that, Jolt’s eyes were closed, and Surge swore she could hear the girl snoring.
“Are you kidding me?” Surge’s heart pounded in anger, for reasons she herself barely understood, “hey asshole, she’s asleep!”
Brandon shrugged.
“So what?” Brandon said, “the first few boys are the most well behaved, and I’ve got a pod cast I want to listen to. You should get some rest yourself.”
Surge, the walls of her pussy being assaulted, could barely believe her ears.
“Are you kidding?”
“Hey, you do you,” Brandon said, “well, the dog does you too.”
Surge watched, incredulous, as Brandon put in his ear-buds and promptly proceeded to ignore her.
She didn’t have the same luck with the dog that had its cock buried in her snatch. Surge had no way of knowing how long it pounded her like a bitch, but she felt it shoot its load inside of her, and then it seemed like an eternity before its cock began to deflate.
The dog that was fucking Hallie seemed to have more stamina. Nori still couldn’t believe that the Thunderbolt was asleep, as she was being raped by a dog.
The dog that had been fucking her gently laid down atop Nori’s stomach, its wet nose laying against one breast. The young mutant found it almost surreal.
Jolt’s partner finished eventually, and the LMDs came and took the dogs away.
“Hmm?” Jolt said, as she slowly awoke.
“They just took your boyfriend back,” Nori hissed, “how the fucking hell can you sleep at a time like this?”
“I’ve been a front cunt for a while,” Hallie replied, indifferent to Nori’s attitude, “fucking dogs, even all of them, is light work for us. I’ve broken in horses, mutie. So don’t you judge me for not weeping at dog dick.”
Nori opened her mouth, but had no idea what to say, how to respond. She couldn’t believe how…at peace Hallie was with all of this.
But, Nori reflected, Jolt was right. Being used by dogs was humiliating, but not nearly as painful as some of the other things Arcade had put her through. Hell, compared to her first day, this was almost gentle.
But Surge still felt disgusted when the next dog rubbed its cold nose around her pussy, before it was coaxed atop if her.
Its cock slid into her pussy, and Nori felt that familiar sensation of her cunt being filled, being knotted like a bitch.
Nori tried to be indifferent, tried to take the suffering in stride, but it wasn’t easy when it savagely began pounding her pussy. But just the thought of being used as a cum-sleeve for a pet filled Surge with despair and anger.
But when she heard her fuck buddy growling at Jolt’s partner.
“Oh shit,” Surge felt her stomach clench. The last thing she wanted was to be caught in between a dog fight while dangling from its cock.
Surge could feel her lover’s growls reverberate through his cock and into her pussy. Thinking fast, she clenched her pussy, trying to milk his cock and draw his attention away from Jolt’s boyfriend.
“Hey boy, you got a date here,” Surge couldn’t believe what she was saying, but this entire situation was insane, so she just went with it. She made kissy noises, and felt her fear jump when she saw Jolt’s partner returning the hostility.
Surge could see that the two were seconds away from tearing into one another, when both dogs yelped. Surge felt the cock knotted in her pussy painfully yank back and forth as the dog tried to calm down.
“Hey, hey, handsome, its okay, it’s okay,” Surge cooed. Anything to calm the son of a bitch down, “don’t know what happened, but its okay now.”
“Electric shock,” Jolt explained, her eyes still closed, “my powers protect me, guess yours do too. They’ll calm down in a second.”
Surge’s play-date had, luckily, gotten the message. He went back to fucking the tight pussy he was sheathed in, instead of worrying about any potential rival. And Surge watched as Jolt fell asleep again.
Nori tried her damnedest to imitate Jolt’s nonchalance. To simply see the cock in her pussy as just one of countless others.
But its fur kept brushing up against her clit, her pussy was being pounded like a punching bag and the feel of the dog’s breath on her breasts just made her skin crawl.
After a torturous twelve minutes, both dogs spilled their seed inside the youngsters, and were taken back to their kennel.
To Jolt, it barely registered when the next dog slid its cock inside her well used snatch. Beig used like this was almost second nature to her now, and so long as it was just her fellow captives and the guards, the humiliation threshold didn’t go much higher than a three.
Nori watched Jolt’s indifference, and wished that she could feel the same.
But being used as a flesh-light for dogs was like a knife to the heart that never stopped.
So much so that Surge barely noticed when the LMDs that had been watching over them stepped forward, and whipped out their imitation cocks.
Both girls took notice, when they were slapped in the cheek with them, however.
“Sorry ladies,” Brandon took his ear-buds out, “we need to acclimate the dogs to the presence of people, and practicing your oral skills is a bonus. So open up.”
Both Hallie and Nori obeyed without protest. The cocks were slid into their mouths, and down their throats, without protest.
“Now, I don’t want you to think I’m being cruel…”
Nori’s heart raged for a moment, but could say nothing with a mouth full of cock.
“The semen in these LMDs has been replaced with flavored paste. So when you bring your partner off, you’ll get a pleasure surprise. And that’s not me being ironic. So different techniques, different flavors.”
Nori watched as Hallie began sucking like a vacuum, clearly desperate for whatever Brando had loaded into the LMDs.
Surge wanted t hate her for it, to regard the Thunderbolt as a weak whore.
But Nori couldn’t remember the last time she’d had anything to eat, besides cum or the gruel Arcade fed them.
So with no small amount of self loathing, Nori began sucking on the plastic cock, growing eager for whatever flavor lay within.
Jolt and Surge were no different from one another, being fucked like bitches by horny canines while deep-throating robots for just a taste of something new.
Brandon enjoyed a chuckle as he watched, then went back to his podcast. This wasn’t his first rodeo, after all.
$$$
Tigra
Greer Nelson, Tigra, knew she was in trouble when she smelled both a her nose couldn’t place, and Arcade.
The guards brought Tigra into a mostly empty room, with only Arcade, and what looked to be a large corn cob.
“Tigra,” Arcade said, with his typical smug grin.
“Arcade,” Tigra said, with a weary sigh, “I can’t identify the scent. But I can guess the fetish. Tentacle rape, right?”
“Got it in one,” Arcade said, “this isn’t an actual plant. The boys at AIM tell me it’s a sterilized, lobotomized Phalanx drone programmed to appear and act as a tentacle rape plant, whatever that means.”
“It means tentacle rape,” sighed Tigra.
“I guess so,” Arcade shrugged, “I want to make sure it’s safe for all before adding it to the show. If you want us to stop, just give me a shout, and we’ll put another front cunt in to finish up.”
“How long do I need to test drive it?”
“Couple hours would be nice,” Arcade said, and sauntered out of the room, “but it’s really up to you. Later, babe!”
The second the door closed behind Arcade, the leaves of the ‘plant’ began to rustle.
The first tentacle shot out and wrapped around Tigra, locking her arms to her side. It lifted her up, and brought her to it, her feet dangling above the floor.
“Bring it on, asshole!” Tigra spat.
Three more tentacles grew out of the creature in front of Tigra’s eyes.
“What are you waiting for?” Tigra hissed, her eyes wet with tears, “come on!”
Two tentacles plunged into Tigra’s pussy, while the third sank into her clenched rear.
Both hit maximum depth almost instantly, making Greer ripple with pain.
But just as soon as they struck, they withdrew slightly, before plunging in again.
Tigra wept bitter tears, as it felt like her pussy was being torn in two. Her cunt was stretched wide, as the tentacles pulled her inner flesh in different. Her cunt was dripping wet, yet the tentacles were as rough as sandpaper.
And then Tigra saw another one emerge from the ‘plant’.
“No, no wait!”
The creature ignored Tigra, and a third tentacle slid into her pussy.
“Arh! It’s too much!” Tigra said, as her tight love canal was spread further than nature intended.
Worse, Greer found, was that she could feel that this tentacle wasn’t like the others.
It was soft and rubbery, at least the tip was. It hit her cervix, and slowly began applying steady pressure.
It had happened to her to many times, that Tigra recognized the sensation of her cervix being pried open, of something beginning to invade her womb.
But no matter how many times it had happened, it was still a deeply painful and deeply shameful thing, to be fucked so deep.
Within two minutes and one orgasm, the tentacle had made its way inside of Tigra’s womb. The Feline Avenger let out a sob as it began to coil inside of her, like a snake.
Tigra looked down her stomach, and could see the slight bulge that betrayed the tentacle’s presence.
Once it had stopped moving, the other two tentacles withdrew from pointing Tigra’s cunt.
“Wha…?”
Every instinct in Tigra’s mind was baffled by what had just happened. She had grown so accustomed to being used and abused, that the tentacles withdrawing from her created some anxiety.
And she was right to be worried.
The third tentacle, the one that had nested in her womb, whipped out of her pussy like a bat out of hell.
“Gaah!”
Tigra was left gasping for air. The friction at the sudden departure, the relief she felt with it no longer inside of her, the stimulation as it passed every inch of her inner flesh, it had been the fastest quickest orgasm Tigra had yet experienced.
Just enough to know that it had been real, but not long enough to truly feel it.
And the two tentacles that had just left her pussy, slid back inside of Tigra yet again.
Despite all the pain, the humiliation, Tigra never once thought to call Arcade, to beg him to replace her.
In fact, a small part of Tigra savored it all. Being a front cunt was her penance for being a traitor, and she wouldn’t shirk a minute of it.
$$$
Later
When Arcade locked his captives away for the day, the cell arraignments were deliberately random.
But when he called on the Front Cunts, Arcade still made a show of it all.
So all his captives were placed in one cell, across from an empty one.
Of his captives, only two women had fought off exhaustion, to await the return of their friends.
Danielle Moonstar, and Dallas Roirden. Cum dripped from their abused pussies, and both women knew that waiting for their friend’s return was a meaningless gesture.
But it was all they had left right now.
After what felt like days, the women began to trickle into their cells.
X-23 managed to walk into the cell under her own power. Both Dallas and Danielle took note of her gaping cunt, wider than it should be despite the young woman’s healing factor.
Wolfsbane was returned to the cell next, a guard carrying her petite body over his shoulder like she was a throw rug. Every inch of her exposed flesh was as red as her hair, and she was deeply unconscious. Danielle’s heart clenched, and she never stirred, even when the guard dropped her unconscious body on the floor like a sack of flour. Danielle’s blinked back tears.
Free Spirit was next, hobbling to the cell, clearly in agongy. She tripped, and would have fallen had X-23 not moved to catch her, laying Cathy Webster gently down on the floor.
Jolt and Surge were next. Dallas observed that they had no issues walking, but there was a long line of cum leaking out of their pussies, and a look of shame etched into their faces.
Finally, Tigra limped into the cell, followed by a smug Arcade.
“Lets have a round of applause, everyone!” Arcade shouted. His captives, some of whom had been lucky enough to doze off, stirred, “come on, now up, up!”
“For the Front Cunts!” Arcade clapped, and h gave his captives a maniac smile that made it clear he would never stop until they joined him. They quickly obliged, “your Front Cunts! Taking it so you don’t have to!”
Arcade chuckled.
“Well, yet.”
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