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Arcade's New Niche: New Mutants	By : Masterdudemind Category: X-men Comics > General Views: 25907 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Pixie, AKA Megan Gwynn was literally quacking in fear by what she saw taking place in the room. X-23 was entertaining three men at once, Dust giving one man a blow job, Surge with a plastic doll sticking out of her pussy, Megan was quick to realize that if all her johns did was rape her, she could count herself lucky. Needless to say, that thought wasn't reassuring at all.

Megan saw Ms. Locke point a man towards her. She squinted her eyes shut as she heard the man approaching, hoping that it would somehow keep him away, as if he were just some childhood boogeyman.

“Please open your eyes, or I will glue them open,” the man said casually, as if he were discussing clothes. Megan reluctantly complied. She cracked her eyes open, and saw a young, Asian man of medium height standing at the foot of her in a white shirt and brown pants.

“You may know me as Khan. It is better that you do not know my real name, and I cannot think of a better one for a conqueror,” he stated simply.

“Please, don't do this,” Megan whispered. It was as loud as her courage allowed her to be, “I've never hurt anyone!”

“That is where you're wrong,” Khan snarled, “mutants like you killed my sister. It is a debt I intend to collect from each and every one of you. And sadly for you, I am not some petty thug willing to make do with just physical pleasure, no… I am an expert in the art of suffering.”

“You don’t have to do this!” Pixie’s young body trembled, and for a moment Khan felt his resolve fade. This young woman in the cusp of her teenage years, with soft unblemished skin and well shaped breasts almost to full size, hardly looked like the monster that had taken his family.

But Khan reminded himself that mutants wrapped themselves in the appearance of innocence. Khan vowed that he would do everything in his power to strip this abomination of that shell.

“Before we begin, I need to clean the area,” Khan explained.

Pixie was confused for only a few seconds before she saw him produce a razor and a bottle of shaving cream. She froze in absolute terror as he knelt down, and applied the cold substance to her small patch of hair.

Despite himself, Khan found Pixie’s small bush of pink pubic hair…cute. The curtains matched the drapes.

But soon, his anger and hatred returned, and he somehow saw it as more evidence that she was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He took the razor, and went to work.

Pixie’s head swung side to side while her body remained frozen, as if to dislodge the feeling of some total stranger, someone she’d never even seen before today, was actually shaving her most private area. The feel of his razor dragging across her snatch was worse than anything she had felt before, and Pixie wanted to vomit, die and disappear, all at once.

Khan, to his credit, was slow, careful and methodical. He had to desire to mutilate the mutant’s love channel with this razor, oh no. He had something much more painful in mind.

It took him on Khan only one and a half minutes to shave away every last pink hair, but to Pixie it felt like hours, his cold blade inching across her delicate skin. Khan ran his fingers over his handiwork, and Pixie jumped. The discomfort she felt from the cold blowing through her neither regions couldn’t compare to the feeling of a sadist running his fingers over her pussy, as if admiring a work of art. Megan swore she could literally feel the groves of the man’s finger prints.

With that finished, Khan reached into his back pocket, and removed a small, wallet sized case. He flipped it open, and showed it to Pixie.

Megan looked at Khan in stupefied confusion. All she saw were sewing needles, and simply didn’t know what to make of them.

“Lets begin,” Khan stepped over her stomach and sat down, so that his weight kept her legs pinned, and he was within easy reach of her now bare pussy.

“Please…stop this…” tears streamed freely from Megan’s face. She barely had a clue of what the man intended to do, but being stark naked and spread eagle at his mercy was terrible enough. Megan knew that even if he stopped right now, she’d never sleep peacefully again.

Khan removed a sowing needle from his box, and held it up for Pixie to see.

“Please…!”

Khan then slowly brought the needle down, and pointed the sharp end just to the left side of Megan’s womanly slit.

Pixie realized what Khan intended the second she felt the sharp needle push against her flesh.

“No….nonononnonono argghhh!” Like many of her classmates before her, Pixie’s scream cut through the noise of the mutant orgy like a knife. To her credit, in her panic and with her wings, she came closer than any of her classmates to breaking her restraints as she tried to shake Khan loose as if her life depended on in.

But Khan was a professional, and between his two hundred pounds of muscle resting on her, and the safeguards Arcade infected her body with, he has no trouble sliding the needle in with surgical precision.

Megan screamed so loud she thought her throat might tear. Then she cried deep, wracking sobs, harder than she ever had before. She cried more tears in three minutes than she ever had in months, even years before now, and still the agony never seemed to end. It was as if someone was slowly stabbing her pussy with a knife and each second, the pain only got doubled.

After God only knew how long, Megan began to compose herself. Her pussy felt like it had a scorching wire laid over it, though in reality Khan had just placed the needle next to a nerve, which served to constantly agitate it.

Megan had barely stopped crying, and moaned painfully as Khan looked her in the eye, produced another needle, and simply said, “One.”

Megan shook her head frantically and screamed anew as Khan went about his work. Luckily for Khan, Ms. Locke had gracefully allowed him all the time in the world for him to work on Pixie. He suspected that she was curious about his methods, but in the end it didn’t matter. Had she just asked, Khan would have taught her how to do this personally.

After a few more terrible moments, the second needle was inserted into Pixie’s cunt, across from the first.

Khan took another needle, held it up for Pixie to see, and then aimed it towards her pussy once again. Megan screamed, begged and bargained, her butterfly like wings flapped like a Hummingbird’s, but nothing stopped the needle from piercing her tender flesh.

“Why…?” Megan asked as she stared at the ceiling. She couldn’t bear to look at the man who’d inflicted such agony on her, but still prayed that he had some trace of mercy inside of him.

Khan repeated his actions six times, until Megan’s virgin pussy flesh was surrounded by needles. The young woman was sobbing uncontrollable, much to Khan’s satisfaction.

“We are almost at the end Megan,” Khan said. He loved how she shuddered at the use of her name, of the implied familiarity.

Megan didn’t reply. She simply lay there, covered in a thick sheen of sweat, panting. Khan’s words barely registered in her agony wracked brain.

“Just three more needles now.”

Like before, Khan held the needle out for Pixie to see, but the young mutant could barely see anything past her own tears. However, when he reached into his back pocket and produced a lighter, Megan managed to see that perfectly.

Khan carefully held one needle between his thumb and forefinger in one hand, and flicked the lighter with the other. He dragged the orange flame back and forth across the needle. He was disciplined, and able to ignore the stinging heat on his fingers until the needle was red hot. He then set the lighter down and with his free hand, grabbed Megan’s left breast and squeezed until the tit flesh came up in his hands.

“Nonononononono, don’t stop!” Megan bucked and thrashed, but Khan was a professional. He placed the burning tip of the needle on Pixie’s pink nipple, and pushed.

Pixie threw back her head as she silently screamed. Pain signals slammed into her with such force, it was as if she couldn’t find her voice. But she felt everything, as the scorching hot needle effortlessly pierced the fatty tissue of her breast, and could feel the muscles in her breasts burning from the heat.

When Khan was done, the only sign that he’d done anything at all was a red, round pin sticking out the top of Pixie’s breast.

“Only two more,” Khan smiled.

Pixie quivered as she saw him prepare the second needle. Like before, he waited until it was red hot before he grabbed her breast and squeezed her nipple to the top before sinking the needle in. Pixie felt every fraction of an inch as the scorching torture tool impaled her pink nipple. This time she only mewed pathetically.

Khan took a moment to admire his handiwork. The sight of Pixie covered in sweat was rewarding, empowering, to say nothing of the needles carefully embedded in both her nipples and untouched pussy.

“Just one final piece of jewelry,” Khan said, but Pixie was baffled. Where else would he put a needle?

Her question was quickly answered when she felt Khan’s hand brush over her clit. He toyed with the tender love bud for a few seconds, squeezing it with his fingers, like a child playing with clay.

Still wracked with pain, Pixie found that her fear hadn’t nearly peaked. No, it began to peak when she felt his smooth hands brush against the hood of her clitoris. He gently messaged it while softly blowing on the delicate skin. The pleasure wasn’t much, but compared to the agony she was otherwise suffering, her body took to it like a duck to water. Khan smiled as the delicate bundle of nerves and flesh emerged from it’s shelter.

Pixie slammed her eyes shut as she saw Khan preparing the needle. She could smell the burnt needle, but some small part of her brain hoped and prayed that if she just didn’t see the needle coming, it somehow wouldn’t be as painful.

But Khan was a master of his art. When the needle was ready, he brought it down and just barely scraped the hot, sharp edge against Megan’s tender, sensitive flesh. Her eyes snapped open on reflex, from both pain and shock, and then Khan moved in.

He impaled her clit like a butterfly in a collection. Megan screamed, begged and bucked all at once, but Khan was not to be denied. Megan swore she could feel every burning cell, every iota of heat that came off the needle and flooded the tender, sensitive sex bud.

Like before, Khan sat back and allowed Megan to scream and writhe in agony. He still wasn’t done, but he wanted the young mutant to fully drink in the pain and agony that he’d inflicted thus far before he moved into the final step.

How long Megan lay there screaming, she really didn’t know. Eventually, the screams broke down into sobs, and then pathetic mews as she felt herself drifting through a haze of shooting agony and fear. Her most sensitive and sensual spots had been ruthlessly impaled with almost surgical precision, and every little movement triggered an avalanche of pain. Breathing in and out cause Pixie to feel the stabbing pain of the needles in her breasts, and any attempt to move her legs to get more comfortable just sent searing pain through her pussy.

“Are you ready for the final impalement?” Khan asked, with a wicked smile.

Megan’s entire world stopped for a moment when she saw Khan’s erect cock. It just over medium sized (though Megan didn’t know that), tipped with pre-cum and aimed at her snatch which was still surrounded by needles.

“Pleeeeeaase….!” Megan’s voice turned into a high pitched scream the moment Khan’s cock began to enter her tight canal.

It wasn’t just that she was going to be raped, that she was going to lose her virginity to a terrible sadist who’d just pushed almost a dozen needles into her erogenous zones. But as his cock spread the pink folds of her pussy, it moved the needles that were embedded all around, and sent terrible waves of agony through Pixie’s body.

“Ugh!” Khan sank his cock deep inside the young mutant with a harsh thrust, and smiled as she screamed in pain yet instinctively her pussy clenched his cock like a vise.

Pixie was in such agony that for several seconds, she saw and felt double. The low dull roar of her pierced nipples, her cunt surrounded by stinging needles, the pain and horror of losing her maidenhead, combined it was so horrifying and painful that she might have blacked out, had precautions not been taken.

Khan grabbed Pixie’s young breasts, and began to knead them with his hands as he began to sink into her. He worked a slow, steady rhythm, spreading the folds of her love canal with almost scientific disinterest. But each thrust, he pressed his hips into hers until his balls slapped her flesh. Each stroke was a deep, powerful fuck.

Megan felt a quacking agony each time he hit the needles, and felt as though the needles in her breasts were making mincemeat of her tender globes. She pulled and pulled, but the bindings that held her spread eagle to the bed held fast, as Khan slowly fucked her.

This can’t be happening, Megan thought to herself. In her darkest ponderings, she always thought rape would be quick and violent. But Khan was being slow and careful, like she thought a genuine lover would be like, and as a result, it was even more painful and horrifying. Each second dragged on like an hour

“You know, you could end this quicker,” Khan grunted as his cock painfully slammed into Megan’s until now untouched cervix. Each impact sent even more ripples of pain through Pixie, until she was certain it wasn’t possible to be in even more pain, “thrust back against me, and I’ll finish quicker.”

“I can’t, I can’t!” Pixie cried, horrified by even the idea of pleasuring her violator.

“Well, I’m in no rush,” Khan shrugged, his cock still calmly traveling up and down Pixie’s tortured snatch, “you’re a nice hole, but to be honest I’ve had better.”

Pixie sobbed, but realized he was right. She knew enough about sex to know that she could make him cum, bring a quicker end to her pain if she was willing to sacrifice her last shred of dignity.

It wasn’t easy for Pixie to buck her hips, and try to move in sync with Khan, given that she was bound spread eagle, but she did her best. When he thrust himself inside, she bucked forward to give him maximum penetration. His cock was in her up to the hilt, painfully battering her insides while it also pushed on the needles, but Pixie tried to focus past the pain, tried to move like a lover would.

Khan smirked as Pixie started to move her hips in tune with his cock. The look of self loathing on her face was priceless, and he actually stopped tormenting her breasts so that she could better appreciate what she was doing.

“It’s about time you started thanking me,” Khan’s smile was genuine, and it made Pixie feel all the worse, “after all, I’m making you a woman today.”

Khan then began to fuck Pixie with more vigor, each lunge causing more agony for the young girl. Megan tried to keep up, but before too long she just feel back to crying, pleading for Khan to end her torture. Her wings fluttered as she fought to get away, but to no avail.

But in the end, even Khan had limits. He peaked, and finally expelled his seed deep inside of Megan.

Pixie breathed a sigh of relief and disgust as she felt his sticky warm fluid inside of her, and could feel his hard cock inside her go soft. It was finally over…

Of course, Khan still had one last knife to twist.

“You know, it’s possible we just conceived a child,” Khan said casually.

“…what?”

“Our act of love may have created a new life,” Khan replied, “what do you think of that?”

Megan had no way of knowing about the birth control drugs that Arcade had given them all, and couldn’t remember her last period. But the idea that she might be pregnant was so horrible that she accepted the possibility that it might have actually happened without question.

“If it’s a boy, what name would you prefer?” asked Khan.

“What do…how can you…”

Khan reached down and tapped on a needle that was still inside Pixie’s snatch. The young mutant shrieked.

“Boy name?” Khan drummed his fingers on Megan’s stomach.

“Jack…oh God,” Megan said pathetically.

“Why?”

“It was my father’s name,” Megan lied. She held her breath for a moment, terrified that Khan would see through her deception.

“And girl?” Khan tweaked the needle in Megan’s right breast.

“Amy, it was the name I gave a doll I had,” Pixie replied, tears streaming down her face. Despite her best efforts, she was envisioning herself pregnant, her stomach swollen with the child of her rapist.

“Well, we’ll see how it works out,” Khan finally pulled out of Pixie, and swung his legs off the side of the bed. He felt reinvigorated, alive and more at peace with his sister’s death (or murder, depending on who asked) than he had in months.

“That was magnificent,” Ms. Locke said in all honesty. She loved to watch sadists work, “could I possibly interest you in teaching our guards some time?”

Khan rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and glanced around the room at all the mutants being raped, “If you offer me the same canvases again, I’ll do it for half fee. Acceptable?”

“Perfectly!”

Pixie cried even harder when she overheard their exchange. The idea that Khan might get another crack at her was almost worse than being raped by him the first time. She wasn’t certain her mind could survive another bout.

Megan was so consumed by agony and fear that she barely noticed when the bonds on her arms and legs had gone slack. In fact, it wasn’t until a large, fat man grabbed her left side and flipped her on her stomach that Pixie realized that her ordeal was just starting.

The needles in her nipples sent bolts of pain through her breasts, and the needle in her clit sent a tearing agony through Pixie’s mind. Against her better judgment, she looked up over her shoulder, and caught a glimpse the large piece of meat aimed at her pussy. As if that weren’t terrifying enough, the man was wearing some kind of belt that had a dildo attached to it.

Pixie buried her face in the sheets of the bed the second she felt the first lunge, and screamed into it as her ass and pussy were violated at the same time. Her poor, abused cunt still had Khan’s needles surrounding the mouth, and entry was no less painful the second time around. But Pixie’s ass, up until then, was virgin territory.

But her rapist didn’t care. The second plastic cock was there to do work he couldn’t, and he pounded both in until they reached the hilt. He grabbed Pixie by the hips and began to rock her back and forth, savoring the feeling of her clenched pussy on her cock and relishing the fact that she was impaled on a second cock braced against his stomach.

The young mutant, her mind blazing with pain, didn’t resist. She just prayed that by the time her next rapist came, that she’d be loose enough so that it hurt just a little less. That wasn’t too much to ask, was it?
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