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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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Hours later
Ms. Locke filed her nails as the day wore on, and her subjects were fucked into submission.
Pixie’s pink hair was covered in white cum. Dust’s mouth dripped with semen, and the young woman’s eyes were glued shut with cum.
Wind Dancer meekly licked the cunt of her former idol, as a large man pounded her once virgin ass.
Amara had gone from fluffer, to main attraction, as a man straddled her stomach, and tit fucker her. Next to her, X-23 fucked men like it was going out of style, even grinning wildly as it happened.
Surge lay limp on her bed, covered in whip marks and cum. She’d drawn a fair deal of attention, but something in her broke, and it wasn’t long after that men lost interest in her.
Wallflower, to Ms. Locke’s surprise, had become something of a slut in an amazingly short amount of time.
“Yes, oh yes, harder, harder!” Wallflower moaned, as one man fucked her. Her legs were in the air, and her now un-cuffed hands were running through her own hair, as the man crushed her young breasts in his hands.
In truth, Wallflower was simply pretending to go with it, to spare herself the pain. Her cunt felt as if it were on fire and being torn in two at the same time, and her breasts ached in an agonizing way she’d never once felt before.
But Laurie rationalized it that the longer she pleased one man, the fewer she’d have to please and the less it would hurt.
Rahne Sinclair, Wolfsbane, hung from the wall upside down, across from Wallflower’s bed. Ms. Locke had become bored with her performance, and decided if the girl was going to act like a some inanimate object, she’d be treated like one. She had a mask over her head that covered everything but her mouth, and she obediently took every cock that was offered.
Ms. Locke glanced at the clock, and sighed.
“Alright gentlemen,” Ms. Locke blew on her nails, “finish up. We still have one more thing to take care of tonight before we head back.”
There were some mild complaints, but by now every member of the Friends of Humanity had blown their load at least twice.
The men gradually flowed out, and when they were gone, Arcade’s men came and released the women.
“Bitches, heel,” Ms. Locke ordered.
Danielle, Rahne, and Amara could feel the eyes of their students fall upon them. They made their way to Ms. Locke, ignoring the burning sensation of their pussies and the exhaustion in their bodies. They kneeled before as if she were a queen, and their students quickly followed.
“Present.”
Danielle, Rahne, and Amara turned around, and bent over.
Though terrified, their students followed suit, tears streaming from their eyes.
“Good bitches,” Ms. Locke smiled, “gentlemen, kindly fill their holes. Chop chop dears, we still have the raffle.”
The guards brought forth U shaped dildos, and went about their work mechanically.
Danielle, Rahne and Amara barely reacted This had become standard fair for them.
Wallflower, Dust and Pixie shrieked in terror. Even after the day’s events, they were raw to the horror of it all.
Wind Dancer and Surge bit their lip to remain defiant.
X-23 simply cooed seductively, in a way everyone knew was false.
“Up,” Ms. Locke commanded, and the young mutants obeyed, “form a line, teachers in front, and follow me.”
Ms. Locke led the young mutants to the showers. She instructed the women to stand underneath the spouts, and none disobeyed.
Soon, freezing cold water spilled out. Amara, Rahne, Danielle and X-23 remained perfectly, but the other girls tried to back away, only to be overwhelmed by pain.
They fell to the ground in a fetal position, caught between the pain of the failsafes that were in their bodies, and the near ice cold of the water.
After two minutes, though it seemed to be days to the young women, the water was shut off. Wind Dancer helped the other girls to their feet, her teeth clattering.
Ms. Locke didn’t keep them waiting long. Flanked by a paltry two guards, she entered, and said simply, “Moonstar, approach.”
Danielle Moonstar approached, her eyes seething with rage.
Ms. Locke met her with casual indifference. She handed Danielle a bowl filled with slips of paper.
“Hold this,” Ms. Locke said, “now everyone, follow me.”
No one dared disobey.
She led them to a stage, where the young mutants found all their rapists sitting before them, eating their dinners as if they were at a charity banquet. When Ms. Locke entered with her captives, the room fell silent.
Then, a man stood up, clapping. One by one, he was followed by his fellow bigots, until the entire room stood in applause.
Still shivering, their nipples pointing out like arrows, the mutants knew exactly how weak and pathetic they looked, as the crowd clapped, and they watched how Ms. Locke bathed in the praise. Finally, she raised her hand, and motioned for silence
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Ms. Locke began, “today you’ve seen how low your enemies can be brought, at just the right price. With cunning and dedication, so called homo superior has been made nothing more than simple, weak whores.”
Danielle Moonstar would have killed everyone in the room, as her heart pounded with rage. X-23 simply memorized faces.
“You have been excellent clients, and I thank you,” Ms. Locke said, “as per the custom of my employer, we ensure that our property is properly marked, like any good farmer. Ladies, if you would be so kind as to demonstrate?”
Rahne blinked back tears, while Amara grinded her teeth. They stepped forward, and turned to the side, demonstrating the branded ‘A’ that Arcade had seared into their flesh.
“Thank you.”
Ms. Locke held high the brand that had scarred so many heroines.
“As we discussed, names will be drawn from a lottery. Moonstar, be a dear and join me?”
For a moment, Moonstar felt rage sweep through her body, and briefly, very briefly, entertained the notion of rebellion.
But she knew that Ms. Locke wouldn’t only make her pay for it, but her students as well.
The guard handed Moonstar a bowl, and Ms. Locke casually picked the first name.
“Timothy Martinez!” Ms. Locke read the first name, “come join us!”
Ms. Locke motioned to X-23 to stand in front. Laura kept her expression neutral, which Ms. Locke expected.
X-23 actually yawned when the brand was placed against her flesh, and she barely looked at her tormenter. Instead, she cast her eyes towards Ms. Locke, and raised a single eyebrow, as if to say ‘Is that the best you can do?’.
Ms. Locke expected as much, really, which was why she had the girl go first.
“Amy Davis!”
“Stupid cunt slut, I’ll rip your pussy out, and…!”
Surge’s rant was cut short when she received her brand. After that, she fell to her knees, sobbing.
“Mark Butler!”
Pixie begged with her eyes and silent tears, none of which mattered. Everyone laughed at the way her wings fluttered when she received her Arcade tramp stamp.
“Eugene Carter!”
Wind Dancer said nothing, but glared at the man with the brand defiantly. He actually hesitated, but pressed the brand to Sophia’s all the same, and smirked when she screamed.
“Robert Jones!”
Wall Flower lived up to her name, shrinking under the lustful gaze of the man. By sheer coincidence she recognized the man, the sixth person to ever cum inside her. Not that it saved her.
“And last, but not least, Jane Keller!”
Dust, in Ms. Locke’s opinion, the best by far. Begging, weeping, screaming. She had courage on the battlefield, they all did, but here was different.
When it was all over, Ms. Locke had her captives lined up, back to back, their brands laid plain for all to see.
“Isn’t it lovely?” Ms. Locke walked down the line, and paused to slap X-23’s brand. The clone winced, to Ms. Locke’s surprise, as the crowd hollered.
“Now, ladies and gentlemen, we must take our leave. But rest assured, should you find it within your budget to hire us again, these ladies will be waiting.”
The roar of approval terrified every mutant present but one.
Later
Dagger pressed her back against the wall of her cell, exhausted beyond all measure. Every breath she took stank of cum, her pussy felt as if it were on fire, but still she felt relieved. Today was the end of her week long guard duty sentence.
But every time she tried to nod off the sleep, her cell became filled with blaring music and blinding lights. She wasn’t alone in this, Tandy knew. Everyone had their own cell, Free Spirit, Tigra, Husk and everyone else, and they were all forced to stay awake, well past exhaustion. The only exceptions Dagger saw, were that three of the mutant girls were missing.
(Tandy knew their names, but she was far too tired to recall them).
But it was little comfort.
Finally, the door to the cell block opened, and Arcade strutted in. Dagger turned her head towards the man, and saw Moonstar, Wolfsbane and Magma in line behind him, sobbing.
That alone made Dagger shiver. When torture was routine, tears meant that Arcade had reached a new height.
And that was when Dagger saw them. Wind Dancer, X-23 and the other girls. Naked, branded and Tandy knew without a doubt, violated.
“So sorry to keep you all up,” Arcade said, with his showman’s grin, “but I wanted you to meet your new roommates. They hail from Xavier’s, and just put me in the black!”
Oh God, Dagger thought, he’s taken more.
“You son of a bitch!” Free Spirit shouted.
Tigra looked at Arcade with stunned awe.
M grinded her teeth.
Firebird prayed.
“I’d like you ladies to make them feel welcome,” the energy bars in front of Dagger’s cell, and the others, disappeared, “but Dani? Why don’t you let your little students acclimate, while you three share a room, hmm?”
They all knew it was no suggestion. Rahne, Amara and Danielle took an empty cell on the far wall. Then Arcade turned his attention to the New Mutants.
“Find a new roommate, hmm? And make it snappy, you have a long day tomorrow.”
X-23 chose Songbird. One glance told her that the Thunderbolt was broken, and thus, wouldn’t bother her with conversation.
Pixie paled when she saw Tigra. Arcade had an Avenger, the thought rattled through her brain like a bullet.
Dust simply fell in with Husk. The other girl placed a hand on her shoulder, as they both wept.
Wall Flower went with Jolt. She recognized the Thunderbolt from an article she’d seen a long time back, but that wasn’t why she chose the girl. Laurie just thought that because they were so different, Jolt wouldn’t have been tempted to speak to her now.
She was right.
Surge went to Free Spirit. She saw the anger in the woman’s eyes, and hoped that if she stayed close, she’d find a way to muster the same.
“Good night ladies,” Arcade winked, and the energy bars reactivated. A pointless show, but one he still enjoyed, “I hope you make friends, but don’t stay up too late. Tomorrow’s a busy day!”
Arcade turned to leave, then stopped.
“Oh, how rude of me!” Arcade spun on his heels, and his head scanned the room, “X-23, Wind Dancer, Wall Flower, Surge and Dust, welcome to our little experiment. Thank you for helping me, thank you for all the men and women you’ve helped already. History will never forget you. I’m already so proud of you, and I just wanted to say, from the bottom of my heart…
“Welcome home.”
End.
So yeah, this is the end, baby! I’ll add our new cast members into the man series soon-ish. Thanks everyone for reading, reviews are always welcome. They are not unlike fuel
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