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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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Chapter List
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“You’re sick bastards, and you’re going to burn in hell!” Tandy Bowen, Dagger, hissed, as she and Bonita Juarez, Firebird, were escorted back to their cell for the evening.
They had just ‘entertained’ three dozen Hydra agents. Their pussies burned, but Tandy’s temper burned brighter, as cum leaked down her thighs from both holes.
“Damn, you’re feisty tonight,” observed Tim Ray, “I thought you two ladies had a good time. I mean, bitches screwing dogs and all. The hot one isn’t complaining.”
Bonita tried to shrink into herself. The attention of a guard was never something she wanted. So instead, Bonita simply meekly went away.
“Don’t know why you can’t be more like this one,” Tim said, giving Bonita’s ass a firm slap, “this warm pussy knows which side her bread is buttered on, and she was a damn Avenger. You could learn a lesson from her.”
“Yeah, well, maybe Firebird was a shitty codename,” Tim observed. He pinched Bonita’s cheeks playfully, and enjoyed how her eyes refused to meet his, “ain’t no fire in this one, ha!”
“Might as well call her pussy warmer,” Casey Spencer laughed, “Anyways, bedtime, sweet tits.”
Bonita was grateful that Arcade had given the small comfort of individual cells. Bonita lacked the self-respect to handle the company of her fellow captives.
Bonita had just begun to curl into a ball, when Tim saw his wrist alarm blinking.
“Hold on, hot tits,” Tim said, “we gotta get you ready for tomorrow. Be back in a tick.”
Bonita sat up with a resigned expression. She knew what Tim would return with. In her experience, it was best just to get it over with, and then go to sleep.
Sure enough, Tim returned with a modified injector gun. The devise was little more than a syringe in the form of a gun. Arcade’s people had been trained in safely using them, for a loose definition of safety.
Tim grabbed one breast, and carelessly pulled the trigger. Bonita felt the liquid flowing into her breasts, as they thankfully grew numb. Bonita had been through this many times before.
He cupped her other breast, and was just as ruthless with the needle.
“Okay, just give me a minute and I’ll be back with the chow,” Tim said, as if Bonita hadn’t been through this a dozen times already.
By the time Tim returned with a large syringe filled with a wet, sloppy protein mix, Bonita was waiting for him with her ass raised into the air. As soon as she heard him enter her cell, the former Avenger reached back with her hands, and spread her ass, having this having become routine.
“Damn, you are well trained, aren’t you?” Tim said.
He smoothly inserted the syringe into Bonita’s anus, and pressed the plunger. The once Avenger felt her ass flood with a special liquid that would be quickly absorbed by the tissue in her anus, and by morning, the nutrients would have been broken down and converted into breast milk.
Not her first rodeo.
“Now you have a good night,” Tim said, “you got a full day of you. Good thing you’ve been saving your strength, right?”
The comment cut Bonita to the quick. Her ass still impaled, she listened for Tim as he walked away, unwilling to let him see her angry tears.
$$$
After months of being Arcade’s captives, Bonita had learned that there was a difference between sleep and rest.
With her breasts swelling with milk at an otherwise impossible rate and her pussy aching and ass stuffed, sleep was almost impossible.
But rest, not so much.
It gave Bonita more time than she wanted awake. To think about all the humiliations, about the injustice if her suffering, and who she had once been.
Firebird, Avenger, heroine.
Bonita knew that she wasn’t the most impressive heroine, or the most powerful. But God damn it, she saved lives, faced down the Hulk. If it weren’t for these damned fail-safes, she would have burned this entire complex down effortlessly.
Being abused like this, not just raped but humiliated, Bonita knew that she should be angrier than she was right now. Her rage was just a smoldering ember, not the white-hot sun that it should be.
So as Bonita finally found herself drifting off to sleep, she made a promise to get angry, to be furious about her mistreatment. She had been far too accepting of the abuse, of the degradation.
No matter the consequences, Firebird promised herself, they would know her rage, if only for one day.
$$$
“Up and at it, cocksleeves!”
With her breasts aching, swollen with milk, Bonita stood, and followed her fellow captives through their morning routine. She barely noticed someone had removed the syringe from her ass.
Exercise, eating breakfast like dogs, showers, and then assignments. The anger in Firebird’s gut churned, as Arcade dragged out the show.
“Lets see,” Arcade started, “Wolfsbane and Surge, you’re on the floor today. We started accepting guests a little early, so it’ll be busy.”
Bonita felt a wave of relief, before she caught herself. She reminded herself that she should be furious that anyone was forced to suffer to suffer as these young women.
The guards walked the two mutants past, and Bonita met their eyes, silently giving them as much sympathy and comradery as she could.
Bonita waited patiently, as Arcade rattled off the assignments. Though her breasts ached, Bonita actually felt a certain sense of reassurance. She wouldn’t get guard duty today, handling the overflow of testosterone of the countless guards, because someone wanted her to play out their odd fetish.
It was a strange reassurance, all things considered.
“Firebird, you have a personal date today,” Arcade said, “he is running a little behind, though. Aren’t you lucky?”
Bonita’s face became flush with anger, but she remained silent.
The guard grabbed Bonita by her wrist, and led her out of the room, and to her designated suite.
As they passed the common area, Bonita observed Wolfsbane and Surge in the common area.
The restraints were rather simple, all things considered. The young mutants were bent over a pipe that was raised to waist height and then their wrists were bound together behind their knees.
As Bonita walked past, one man was sodomizing Nori, and another was fingering Rahne’s pussy as she tried to look brave.
Bonita’s anger simmered in her stomach as she was led to the suite. Everything about this should be infuriating, she thought.
The ache of her breasts reminded Bonita of how their bodies were modified for the fetishes of their rapists. The shame of walking around nude had disappeared so long ago, that only now did Bonita truly realized it had left her entirely.
As she made her away across the compound, Bonita saw her fellow captives beginning their torturous day.
She observed Silverclaw hanging from her ankles, with a woman trying to cram a studded dildo into Maria’s tight pussy. Firebird saw her fellow Avenger begging for mercy, and saw the moisture that slid down her tormentor’s leg.
Firebird saw Dust and Pixie, two young women who should still be in school. But instead, they kissed and manipulated the other’s nipples, as two men sodomized them from behind. The two acted as lovers, doing everything they could to be oblivious to the men fucking them from behind.
Disgusting, appalling, she thought. Firebird felt herself beginning to grow madder and madder, her temper smoldering as she was led to her suite, and first client of the day.
When Bonita saw the room, a small sense of relief spilled from her heart, tempering her anger. It was simple, a bed with tasteful white sheets, and not some dungeon filled with instruments of torture.
Though, Bonita reminded herself, there was little practical difference. Especially if her John from their own toys.
“You just sit tight,” said the guard, “your prince charming will be along in a few.”
With nothing else to do, Firebird paced back and forth, and tried to think of what she would say to her rapist. She wanted her pride and dignity back, damn it!
It took Bonita only three minutes to create the perfect statement of defiance. Another two to assure herself that she had the confidence to actually say it.
“My bright star…”
And in one second, it all melted away.
Bonita’s heart skilled a beat when she saw who her first customer was.
Rafe, a drug lord who had a twisted obsession with her.
Bonita immediately tossed aside any thoughts of real defiance for two reasons.
The first being, Cathy, Dani and Dallas had instructed all of them to coddle the more obsessed customers. Arcade had some form of insurance that ensued the silence of the supervillains and criminals who frequented his establishment. If anyone was going to go against him, it would be one of the Johns who thought their rape was an act of love, willing to risk whatever threat he held over their heads.
The second being, to Bonita’s shame, was the fact that she was actually relieved to see him. Rafe was a rapist, but he’d fucked her enough that she knew what to expect from him. Compared to the other ways she might have started today, he was almost a kindness.
“…allow me to worship you,” Rafe said. He was in sweatpants, with a throbbing erection. But he approached Firebird, and went to one knee, his face inches from her pussy.
One hand peeled back the sensitive flesh, another hand began manipulating her clit, and Rafe’s tongue plunged into her cunt. He slowly stroked the inner walls, and by now he knew just where to strike.
Bonita put her fingers in her mouth to keep from crying out, and it took all her self control not to cum then and there. Rafe was a careful and attentive man, and he played her body with expert skill.
“Mhhph!” Bonita cried, as she failed to prevent her own pleasure. Her pussy now gushing with moisture, she looked down just as Rafe looked up with a content smile.
“Now that we have handled the preliminaries, let us get more comfortable,” Rafe said.
He guided Bonita over to the bed, gently placing his hands on her ass and hefting her up into the bed. He climbed in with her, his eyes filled with lust and worship.
“Please forgive my trespasses,” Rafe leaned down, and lapped his tongue at Bonita’s swollen breasts, “business does not allow me to be with you as often as I like. Thus, I am forced to make the most of it.”
“Think nothing of it,” Bonita said, with a smile that was easier than it should have been.
Rafe spread the Avenger’s legs one at a time, gently moving them aside, before he placed his cock at her damp entrance.
“Oh! Rafe,” Bonita sighed, as her rapist slowly entered her.
Rafe began to gently thrust inside of Bonita, remembering exactly how she preferred her fucking.
And as his cock was inside of her, Rafe bent down, and placed his mouth over the first of Bonita’s swollen breasts. He began to suckle, and Bonita immediately felt relief as the pressure on the swollen teat lessened.
Firebird pushed back against Rafe’s cock, reminding herself not to become too passive, not to allow him to grow too bored with her. And though Bonita told herself it was because he might be her best chance at freedom, the truth of it was that this was as close to true pleasure as she had felt in some time.
Between Rafe’s cock in her pussy, and his tongue on her nipple, Bonita felt a swell of pleasure building inside of her. Her pussy quivered, and Rafe took that as a sign to increase his thrusts.
“God…,” Bonita moaned, as she felt the climax approaching. She gasped as she fell over that cliff of pleasure, and was almost immediately stunned when Rafe’s hand began teasing her clit, feeding her more and more pleasure. Rafe kept her floating in a world of bliss for a full minute in a half, before his control slipped, and he spilled his seed inside of Bonita.
“My angel…!” Rafe grunted.
With one breast now not overflowing with milk, Bonita breathed a sigh of relief, glad to feel the pressure lessen.
Rafe still loomed over her, one hand gently stroking her side, but Bonita was surprised how comfortable she was with him. Rafe was a rapist, but he was predictable, balanced. Whatever demented idea he had of their relationship, outright abuse wasn’t a part of that.
Bonita could feel his cock still inside of her, and she knew from experience that it wouldn’t be long before it was hard again.
“Sit up, my love,” Bonita instructed Rafe.
The man seemed to beam when he heard that, and he obeyed with a lucky struck look on his face.
Once he was positioned, Bonita crawled to him slowly, as she knew he loved. His cock was erect now, throbbing, which made Bonita move only slower. Not to tease the man, but because she knew he loved it.
Bonita slowly wrapped her legs around Rafe, with his cock pressed against her slit.
“I have something you want,” Bonita said, cupping the breast still engorged with milk, “would you be so kind as to take it, while I take what I want?”
“Of course, my love,” replied Rafe.
Bonita squeezed her legs around Rafe, as he bent down to suckle her breast milk.
Once he was inside of her, Bonita gently rocked herself on his hard cock. As the pain from her swollen breast began to ebb away, the pleasure from Rafe’s cock seemed to grow by leaps and bounds.
Bonita shifted ever so slightly, so that Rafe’s cock hit the perfect spot. Each time she rocked herself against him, the pleasure grew and grew. Bonita had been fucked by Rafe so many times, that she knew exactly how to get the greatest pleasure from him.
“Rafe…Rafe!”
Bonita shocked herself as she came, shuddering as pleasure washed over her.
“My little firecracker,” Rafe said with a smirk.
Bonita only felt a trace of shame, as Rafe finished draining her breast.
Things could be worse, Bonita reminded herself.
Still, she was thankful when Rafe suggested reverse cowgirl. His hands traveled up and down her ass, as she sodomized herself.
“Every side of you is beautiful,” Rafe said, and despite herself, Bonita felt a small bit of reassurance. Rafe’s head was certainly twisted, but he loved and admired her.
It was a welcome change from being raped for just being an Avenger.
Ultimately, Rafe came inside of Bonita five times, before deciding just to nap in one another’s arms.
Feeling more relaxed than she had in days, Bonita actually drifted off to an easy sleep.
$$$
“Get up, whore.”
Bonita was instantly awoken, as the guard yanked the sheets from the bed.
Rafe was gone, but Bonita wasn’t too surprised. He was never good at saying goodbye, at leaving her in this hell.
“You’re not here to sleep,” the man snapped, “your boyfriend had to leave early.”
“Where are you taking me?” Bonita asked.
“Don’t worry, we’ll find something special for you,” he sneered, “you just don’t get to sleep all day, you lazy cunt.”
‘Something Special’ turned out to be a makeshift cell on the middle of the complex. The guard pushed Bonita inside, and before he could do anything else, received a buzz from dispatch.
From her glass prison, Bonita could see Surge and Wolfsbane still being abused. Cum dripped down their legs, and their asses were bright red from all the times they’d been slapped.
Bonita felt a spark of anger beginning to rise inside of her, until the cell was opened again. The once Avenger froze, terrified that they had just concocted some terrible punishment.
But instead, they simply shoved another captive inside.
Tandy Bowen, Dagger, stumbled, and all but collapsed against the wall farthest from the door. She choked back a sob, and Bonita could see whip marks on her back and pussy, and at least eight bite marks on her breasts.
Bonita could see cum beginning to trickle out of Dagger’s pussy and ass, and form a small puddle. She knew from experience how many men it took to create such a thing, shooting their foul seed inside her holes.
Bonita felt a little guilty, after spooning with Rafe, while Dagger no doubt suffered to attention of dozens of horny men.
Unable to think of anything to say, Bonita simply stared at the ground. The two women, both prisoners, simply had no use for the other.
They just had their suffering.
After some time, Bonita saw a guard approach.
“Hey, hot stuff,” he snapped, “come with me.”
Bonita obeyed without complaint. She felt that, perhaps, it was a fit punishment after her time with Rafe.
“You got a show to do,” the guard explained, “but first, we gotta clean you up a bit. Lets find a stall.”
Bonita felt her temperature rise. Though she hated everything about Arcade’s, the new ‘stalls’ were especially grating.
The guard led her to a glass tube, placed outside one of the entertaining suites, and instructed her to step inside.
Once Bonita had done that, a spray nozzles connected to a wheel slowly came down, spraying every inch of Bonita with scented soap.
Bonita could hear the guard snickering, no doubt amused that she was covered head to toe in a white fluid.
Again.
Now covered, head to toe, a second wheel descended, spraying water. It moved slowly, and at least the water was warm, washing all the soap off of her. Not an inch was spared. The feeling of the soap and water over her brand gave Firebird a numb, tickling sensation that she didn’t much care for.
Bonita was sprayed from head to toe three times, before a giant fan in the ceiling activated. It sounded a little like being in a jet engine for a moment, but it was only a few seconds before Bonita was dry.
The entire experience was humiliating. On top of every other disgrace, being treated like a car at a carwash was a shame that cut deeper than Bonita ever thought it would.
“Good, squeaky clean,” smirked the guard, “follow me. The crowd’s waiting.”
Bonita glared daggers at the man’s back. Before coming here, she’d never wished to use her powers on another human being. Now, it was an everyday longing.
“Turns out Zemo’s running a little longer with his fun than we planned,” explained the guard, “so we got a bored Hydra unit with blue balls. You and blondie are going to give them a show while they wait.”
Bonita inwardly winced. If Zemo were here, it meant at least two of the Thunderbolts were having yet another worse day of their lives.
Internally, Firebird’s temper began to smolder again. They intended her to be a sideshow, a distraction before two other women were raped by a sadistic madman. The sheer gall, the outrage of it all, began to burn in Firebird’s chest.
Bonita had worked up quite a temper, ready to explode at the guard who she knew had raped her a dozen times, by the time he brought her into the room.
There were at least two dozen men, all standing around a mattress placed in the center of the room.
When Bonita saw who else was on the bed, her anger vanished, replaced with fear and concern.
Sitting on the bed, with her knees drawn up to her chest, was Laurie Collins, Wallflower. As Bonita understood it, she was a student at Xavier’s School of Gifted Youngsters. A mere passing connection to her teacher, Danielle Moonstar, was all the reason that Arcade needed to have her and her classmates kidnapped.
Of all of Arcade’s captives, it was agreed that Laurie was having the hardest time adapting to this new hell.
Right now, Bonita felt her emotions pulling her in two different directions.
She felt a great deal of sympathy for the young girl, obviously. No one deserved this, of course, but least of all someone who had barely begun her life.
But Bonita also felt a great deal of annoyance, as well. The longer Laurie refused to adjust, the longer she reacted to every horror as if it were not her new normal, the longer Arcade would savor inflicting punishment on her.
Firebird wanted to take the poor girl by the shoulders, and scream GET OVER IT!, for her own good.
“Alright gents,” said the guard escorting Bonita, “these two ladies are going to put on a show while you wait for the good Baron to finish his date.”
Bonita felt herself pushed forward, towards the bed. She instantly swallowed her anger, and smiled at the half dressed men. She batted her eyes, and did her best not to betray the reality of the situation.
She crawled onto the bed, shaking her ass, as she stalked towards Laurie. She leaned in close to the young girl.
“We need to give them a show,” Bonita whispered, “or this will get even worse. Follow my lead.”
Laurie nodded, her entire body trembling, but she wasn’t weeping.
An improvement, Bonita supposed.
Firebird spread Laurie’s legs, and brought her face towards the young woman’s pussy.
“Hmm, gringo pussy,” Bonita said. She knew the Hydra bastards loved vaguely racist dirty talk, “is always the best pussy.”
Bonita spread Laurie’s pussy with both fingers, and then plunged her tongue into the young girl’s cunt. She was actually surprised when she didn’t find the taste of cum, as she worked her tongue around the folds of Laurie’s inner flesh. At least that made this a little easier.
Bonita worked Laurie’s clit as she ran her tongue slowly around the young mutant’s cunt.
“God damn,” said one Hydra agent, “she’s a natural dyke!”
Bonita betrayed no emotion when she heard that. Before Arcade, Bonita never gave homosexuality much thought. They were no less God’s creatures than her, after all. But a small part of her was disgusted by the idea of homosexual sex. The few times she ever thought about it, she couldn’t get over how ‘unnatural’ it was, not that she was all that knowledgeable about sex itself.
But now, Bonita was able to work Laurie’s pussy like a musical instrument, and even felt the moment that the young girl came. Now, Bonita barely gave it a thought.
“Such a slut,” remarked on Hydra agent.
Bonita slowly brought Laurie off twice more, and the agents of Hydra savored her ashamed looks, as their eyes washed over her body.
But Firebird knew that just fingering Laurie wouldn’t be enough. She had to keep them entertained, while keeping them from actually participating.
She didn’t think that Laurie could actually handle that.
“I’m just getting started,” Bonita purred, mimicking Tigra’s ‘sexy’ voice.
Bonita sat up, placed both hands and gave Laurie a forceful kiss, the kind she had seen in countless romantic movies. The hoots and hollers of her audience spiked, as Bonita gently pushed Laurie onto her back.
Bonita quickly broke the kiss, and turned around on the bed, placing her pussy over Laurie’s face.
“Oh, hell yeah,” muttered an Agent of Hydra, as Firebird and Wallflower sixty-nine’d.
“Yum, oh yes,” Bonita moaned, in between lapping at Laurie’s pussy like a cat with milk. She worked her hips back and forth, working her pussy over the girl’s quivering face.
How does she not know to eat pussy? Bonita thought, growing annoyed. She wanted to protect the mutant from the eager Hydra agents, but the girl had to meet her in the middle.
Eating pussy was certainly preferable to their eager cocks, after all.
So Bonita lapped at Laurie’s cunt as loudly as she could, and acted every bit the whore. She kept an eye out, trying to gauge the reaction of her audience.
Luckily, they seemed enraptured to watch an Avenger debase themselves so, and were without complaint until…
“Mien friends, please forgive me.”
The door to the adjacent room opened, and Baron Zemo stepped through. He had a smug expression on his face, and behind him stood Songbird and Jolt.
The two Thunderbolts were naked and trembling, and though they looked unharmed, Bonita could read their faces as easily as a book. Whatever it was Baron Zemo had done to them, it had pushed them to the brink.
“I simply lost track of the time,” Zemo politely motioned to the women behind him, “please, enjoy. With my compliments. The Asian cuisine is the sweetest, in my experience.”
Bonita could clearly see the relief in Jolt and Songbird’s expression, as the Hydra agents advanced.
And Bonita shuddered to imagine what horror Zemo had inflicted upon them, that the gangrape they now had to suffer through was considered a reprieve.
Firebird watched as the Hydra agents piled into the room, taking the Thunderbolts with them.
“I think I outdid myself, Firebird,” Baron Zemo said.
Bonita swore her heart stopped, as the villain addressed her.
“I suppose I should move onto the Avengers, just out of principle,” Baron Zemo rubbed his chin in reflection, “but I have a hard time summoning the same passion. Perhaps in time, hmm?”
Bonita just nodded, too scared to answer.
“Ah well,” Baron Zemo turned and began to leave, “I’ll leave you to your work.”
It wasn’t until Baron Zemo was out of sight that Bonita began to relax. She and Laurie sat up on the mattress, now that they no longer had an audience to entertain.
“What do we do now?” Laurie said softly.
“Savor what little peace we have,” Bonita said. Then she slapped Laurie upside the head.
“What was that for?” Laurie said, though she cringed instinctively.
“Get better at playing along,” Bonita looked the young woman in the eyes, “the longer you don’t get used to this, the more they’ll twist the screws. Take it from someone who knows.”
“It’s not like I can flip a switch!” Laurie wept.
“I don’t care,” Bonita replied, with more anger than she intended, “find a way.”
The two women sat in silence, until a guard came for Bonita.
She didn’t ask where they were headed next, as Bonita found herself consumed with shame over her words to Wallflower.
Before all this, Bonita would have offered her heart and soul to help the young woman. But now, she found herself snapping at the poor girl, who didn’t have half the experience that Bonita did, either as a superheroine, woman or Arcade’s sex slave.
When this was all over, Bonita wondered, would she even recognize herself?
“Here we are,” said the guard, “just need you to do some fluffing. Light work.”
Bonita looked at the occupants of the room, and a chill went down her spine.
The Wrecking Crew, Roughhouse, Mr. Hyde, Man-Ape, Tiger Shark and others. They all possessed super strength, and Bonita knew from experience, were agonizing fucks.
They had enough self-control to not break a normal woman’s hips, but that was about it.
Suddenly, Bonita felt like a piece of red meat, dropped into a starving dog kennel.
“Get started,” the guard gave Bonita a quick shove, “or you’re going to be in the beds next.”
Bonita collected her wits quickly, and looked to see who the other women were, who were doing the heavy lifting/fucking.
Namorita, M, X-23 and Tigra were all on the beds, each with a thick, superstrength cock pounding inside of their snatch.
And each had a man eagerly waiting.
“My dear, if you’ve a moment,” Mr. Hyde snapped his fingers, trying to act civilized and proper, even though he had his massive cock hanging outside of his pants, “I could use an assist.”
The length and size of it brought a wave of terror to Bonita.
The thing was limp, yet it was the size of an adult arm.
“Go on, luv,” Mr. Hyde said, effecting a poor English accent, “I have an appointment. Bring it to life, eh?”
Bonita picked up Hyde’s limp cock. Ignoring the stench, she ran her tongue along the entire length of it, and massaged it with her hands. As it rose to life in her hands, Bonita felt her temperature rise, as she feared this giant thing being loosed on her.
When Mr. Hyde was at full attention, he looked down at Firebird and gave her a toothy smile.
“Good girl,” Mr. Hyde patted Bonita on the head, and smirked at her terror, “just in time, too.”
Bonita felt a shameful sense of relief when she watched Mr. Hyde approach Tigra. In short order, he’s sheathed his massive, erect cock inside the feline Avenger. She watched as her stomach bulged underneath the onslaught, as Tigra begged and wept for mercy.
Despite that, a part of Bonita always admired Tigra. As the most recognizable Avenger, she drew the most angry clients, most hateful villains. But still, she endured better than anyone else in her position might.
To Bonita, Tigra was a beacon of strength.
“Hey, bitch!”
Piledriver snapped his fingers, and it sounded like a gunshot going off.
“Come clean out the clam of this fish,” Piledriver said, chuckling at his own cleverness.
Bonita meekly walked over to the villain, and looked down at his ‘partner’.
Namorita, cousin of the Sub Mariner, was laying on the bed, panting and exhausted. Her pussy and inner thighs were overflowing with cum, and her pussy lips were red and puffy.
“Do some house cleaning, chica,” Piledriver said, “that’s a little too sloppy for my seconds, know what I’m saying?”
“Si,” Bonita replied, as she climbed onto the bed.
The once Avenger began running her tongue along Namorita’s inner thighs. The clients liked to see build up, and in Bonita’s now long experience, it wasn’t really a better way to do it.
Once Bonita had licked clean the small traces of spunk, she moved onto Namorita’s abused cunt.
She spread Namorita’s fingers with her hands, heedless of she winced. Firebird dove in with her tongue, getting a mouth full the first time, and almost as much the second.
When she had done that, Bonita carefully scraped the loose bits of jizz that she could see. She made certain not to plunge her fingers too deep in Namorita, lest the girl accidently hurt her.
But if Bonita was being honest, she didn’t give much thought to the harm she was doing to the young princess herself, as her fingers jabbed at Namorita’s pussy for every last drop.
Bonita (and she knew, some of the others) was deeply jealous of the blond girl.
Namorita was a stunning beauty, more so than Bonita herself.
And yet, the girl didn’t fuck half as many men in a week as Bonita did in two days. Most of the time, all she did was suck cock or eat pussy.
Lightwork, really.
Bonita licked up the last drop of visible cum, and turned to Piledriver.
“She is ready, señor,” Bonita said.
“About time,” Piledriver said. He yanked Bonita off the bed, and climbed on.
The floor shook, as Piledriver began fucking Namorita, his cock smashing into her snatch with the power of a runaway train.
And yet still, all Firebird could think was how easy the blond had it.
Bonita bounced from cock to cock, readying the villains to have their fun with her fellow captives. She never hesitated, and provided prompt service.
The hours ticked by, and eventually the guards came for Bonita.
She ideally wondered where she might be sent next. And when the guard pushed her up against the wall, and began ploughing her ass, Bonita felt a strange sense of calm.
If she was being sent to another client, there’d be a sense of urgency. If Arcade had crafted some new torture, he’d want her immediately.
The guard gripped both sides of Bonita’s ass, slamming into her well-traveled anus. As he fucked her ass, Firebird observed several other women being escorted by the guards walk by.
“Ohh, yeah,” muttered the guard, as he shot his load into Bonita’s ass. He gave her ass a playful slap, “got busy today, didn’t get my rocks off.”
Bonita said nothing.
The guard adjusted his pants, and motioned for Bonita to follow. And like a well trained animal, she obeyed.
It wasn’t until they entered the room, that Bonita realized that the guard was putting her in the cells.
Arcade had several different wings dedicated to cells. This wing was known as ‘The Slab’. Padded beds recessed in the wall, like a morgue. They were sound proofed and isolated, excellent for discouraging discussion of escape plans.
Bonita didn’t even know who else might be in this wing with her. Several lights indicated that they were occupied, but that was it.
“Go drain the weasel,” said the guard, “but hurry up. I got shit to do.”
Bonita sprinted to the bathroom, only now aware of the pressure on her bladder. Surge joked that they all had bladders of steel, thanks to Arcade.
Four minutes later, Bonita was laying down in a ‘bed’, strapped down by her wrist and ankles. She had a dildo in her pussy, but not ass. Firebird wondered if it was the guard being kind, or if he’d just forgotten.
Her bed was rolled back into the wall, and Bonita was wrapped in utter darkness. She barely noticed the little bit of cum in her ass, and the dildo buzzing in her cunt was nothing more than white noise.
Laying there, with only her thoughts as company, Bonita realized what she’d done, or rather, hadn’t done.
She’d grown angry certainly, but only with her fellow captives, her fellow victims.
But with her captors, she’d been compliant, obedient, little more than a good bitch.
“Well,” Bonita whispered to herself, “there’s always tomorrow.”
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