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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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Dagger
When Tandy Bowen awoke, she was surprised to find herself actually clothed. The last thing she remembered was completely standing naked, surrounded by guards when…someone, that Ms. Locke woman? injected her with...something, and then darkness.
Blinking back the stars, she tried her hands and found them bound behind her back, unsurprisingly. Without opening her eyes, she probed her powers, trying to reach her inner light that made her so feared on the streets of New York.
To her surprise, Dagger found that she could actually reach the inner light inside of her. Without a second thought, she called forth every last ounce of energy her body could produce and released it in a giant burst.
"She's awake," casually observed one of the guards.
Dagger opened her eyes and saw that the light she was releasing was little greater than that of a regular light bulb. Her skin glowed brightly, enticingly some might say, but that was about in. In fact, glancing at the men's pants, Tandy realized that all she'd done is make herself more appealing to the five men holding her captive while confirming her own vulnerability.
“No, really Jake?” remarked another guard.
“Good timing too, we’re almost there,” remarked another man.
“Where are we going?” Dagger asked, dreading the answer but fearing the ignorance even more. A glance down showed that they'd clothed her in her old uniform, but Tandy didn't know if that would prove to be a blessing or a curse just yet.
“You’ll see” winked one of the guards, “you should even recognize the place.”
The next few minutes passed in silence. Tandy fought back her imagination, thinking about where they might be taking her. Given that she and her partner Cloak had focused on protecting the streets more than fighting any particular villain, she didn’t think that they were taking her to an old villain with a grudge. That was something of a relief, in a way. Most of the big names that she had crossed, like the Kingpin or Silvermain, she couldn’t imagine them lowering themselves to raping her like some common thug.
Dagger felt a shiver down her spine, as she contemplated her fate. Unlike most other heroines, she dealt with street crime day in day out. Tandy had fought off her fair share of rapists, but she was also too late sometimes. She knew the pain and suffering those women had suffered, knew what lay in store for her.
In an odd way, that knowledge was reassuring. Plenty of women were traumatized by rape, bur Dagger knew that they could, and often did, get past it. Dagger knew that, when it came down to it, what any ordinary woman she could do just as well. She would survive this, Dagger swore, and then she would avenge Cloak.
The van pulled into an alley behind a large apartment complex, and parked just in front of the courtyard that connected three different buildings.
Tandy had just begun to take in their location when the guards threw open the rear of the van and dragged her out by her shoulder.
“Come on, we don’t have all day,” he hissed.
Dagger stumbled a little bit, trying to walk with her hands tightly secured behind her back. She looked around, and actually recognized the buildings around her. She knew from her patrols that she was in what was known by the locals as 88 territory, an entire apartment complex ruled by a ruthless street gang known as the 88 Thugs.
Dagger swallowed, remembering how she and her partner had cleared this area out, leading to the rest of most of the gang and its leaders and felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that there was no way that the two of them had managed to capture the entire gang.
The guards hauled Dagger into an open courtyard, and Tandy was taken back by what she saw. There were kids on the merry go-round, children playing on the swing set while their parents cooked dinner on several different barbeques.
None of them seemed the least bit surprised when she, escorted by several armed men, walked into the courtyard as if it were an everyday occurrence. In fact, it almost seemed as if they were expecting her.
Several people stopped and stared, but it wasn’t until one of Arcade’s men boldly yelled “Main event!” that everyone stopped and took notice.
Dagger took a sharp intake of breath as the gathered men and women wandered towards her, their faces lined with hate and anger.
“Blond bitch…”
“…not so super now…”
“Whore had my husband arrested…”
“This really her?” asked one man.
“It is,” confirmed Arcade’s man Jake, “we caught her easy enough. She’s all yours for the night, if you think you can keep your mouths shut.”
“I don’t think that’ll be hard,” answered one man, “hey everyone, why don’t we show them exactly what we think of this high and mighty heroine!”
Almost instantly, Dagger was belted by rotten fruit, empty beer cans and other debris. With her hands bound behind her, she could only look away and cringe in her own defense. Dagger had fought villains, drug dealers and thugs, but she couldn’t remember a time when she was as terrified and defenseless as was she was now.
Tandy ducked her head as the irate tenants threw all kinds of debris at her. After a minute or two, a large man stepped forward, motioning for everyone to stop with their assault.
“So Dagger, how are you enjoying yourself?” the man asked, “you can call me 8-Burn. Don’t suppose you know why all these fine, upstanding people?”
“I can guess why,” Dagger said in a low tone, keenly aware of what was to come.
“No, I don’t think so,” 8-Burn shook his head. He then pointed towards a sixteen year old off to the side, “Betsy there was raped by a rival gang when you sent her boy friend away to Rikers,” he pointed to a older, middle aged man, “Old Man Tom there lost the money to buy his heart medicine when Cloak dragged his nephew away,” he then pointed towards a sickly, thirty something year old, “Joan there has barely been able to keep her kids fed after you threw her husband behind bars. Tell me, hero bitch, do you see a pattern?”
Despite her best efforts, a tear slid down Tandy’s cheek. She was no heartless monster or high and mighty heroine who always thought her actions never hurt anyone. The plight of these people and her part in it tore at her heart, even while she knew that the men she had put away deserved it.
“I never made them deal drugs,” Dagger said sharply in her own defense, unwilling to back down, “I’m sorry, but it’s not my fault.”
That was absolutely the last thing Dagger should have said, and she realized that as the crowd began to again throw their trash and debris at her.
“You hear that? Bitch said it ain’t her fault!” 8-Burn shouted, his voice filled with contempt, “well, that’s fair. What happens next ain’t our fault either! Alright, lets get started!”
The wall of people surged forward and grabbed Dagger. They hoisted her into the air, and stampeded towards the play ground. With much fanfare, they paraded over the the sandbox and tossed her to the ground like luggage.
Tandy gasped, the wind knocked from her body. She was certain that her ribs, if they weren't cracked. She lay there, gasping for air as the people of the complex began to gather around her like wolves surrounding a wounded fawn
"I want you to remember this," 8-Burn snarled, "as the day you learned what street justice really means! Get her ready, boys!"
Two gang members grabbed Dagger by the wrist, and lashed them together. When that was done, they dragged her over to the swing set. First, a young gang member, not even old enough to vote, tied a rope around the ropes that bound Tandy's wrists, and then threw the other end over the top of the swing set, where two more members were waiting. They grabbed the end, and started pulling. Dagger tripped and fell to the ground as she was yanked forward. Everyone laughed, and the two men continued pulling, hauling the heroine up and to her feet, until Tandy was hanging from the swing-set by her wrists, her feet barely brushing the ground.
8-Burn smirked as he saw the once might Dagger hanging from his apartment complex's swing-set like a piece of unprocessed beef. She had a defiant look on her face, and he was looking forward to putting it to the test, "Now, before we get down to formalities, I think we ought to get you into some working clothes."
8-Burn strode forward and, taking both hands, pinched Dagger's nipples through her costume. It was only then that Tandy realized that she wasn't in her old uniform, but in some thin latex copy thereof.
"Luckily, all you need is your birthday suit. So if you'll just bear with us a moment, we'll have you ready to party in no time!"
Dagger felt her mouth run dry as several men with black leather whips stepped into sight.
"Just bear with us..."
-Thawk!-
Dagger screamed like a wounded animal as the first whip struck her thigh, tearing a small bit of her uniform.
"...and it'll be over before you know it!"
After that, someone handed 8-Burn a whip, and what happened next was just a blur of pain.
Whips slashed through the air and struck Dagger almost everywhere. They didn't care if they caused extra pain or not. Whips lashed across her thighs and legs almost as often as they came down on her breasts and rear.
8-Burn was the exception, though Dagger was hardly in any condition to recognize it. While his cronies worked over Tandy's body at random, eager to get on with the evening's other activities, 8-Burn felt it was his responsibility to make Dagger suffer as much as humanly possible.
Such was the burden of leadership.
His aim wasn't perfect, of course. In aiming for her pussy, he hit her thigh. But he'd been practicing all day and in short time was able to punish any inch of her body that he wanted. He laughed the first time the whip struck her pussy, as Tandy jerked like a worm on a hook. She reacted a little differently when her breasts were hit, throwing her head back to sob, but it was equally satisfying.
He repeated the pattern a few times, silently laughing at how Dagger almost responded like a machine, before he finally turned his attention to her costume. With each lash of the whip, a new piece came free, but it was slow going, and he was eager to have his way with the once mighty heroine.
Little pieces of latex settled to the ground with each crack of the whip, but after a while, Dagger stopped reacting. The pain simply peaked, and all she could do in response was mew helplessly.
But after almost an hour, Dagger's costume had been completely destroyed. Her once ivory skin was exposed to all the world to see, marred by angry red welts and small specks of blood from where the whips had broken the skin.
Dagger hung limp her her bonds, unresponsive, dead to the world. After being whipped for so long, the pain peaked and her mind, unable to process it all, almost shut down.
But 8-Burn had expected that. With a smile, he signaled his two men, "Our guest of honor needs an upper if she's going to keep up with us. See to it, would ya boys?"
Dagger heard the gang member, through her haze of pain, and feared that they intended to inject her with some sort of drug and make her an addict.
That thought was immediately dispelled when the two men dumped a bucket of freezing cold wateron her head. Tandy screamed in pain and shock, the ice cold water was like salt on her small cuts and like a sledge hammer to her entire system. Her lungs started pounding and her entire body shook hard.
8-Burn and the people watching Dagger laughed long and hard as the heroine quivered in the night air. The women enjoyed the sight of someone younger and prettier than themselves being so humiliated, while the men reviled in the sight of the nude heroine, how the water glistened perfectly off her well sculpted body and how her perfectly shaped breasts trembled from the cold.
"Are we awake yet?" 8-Burn asked.
"You're a monster," Dagger rasped, just the act of speaking took every ounce of strength she had, "a pathetic parasite...who's worthless existence would be nothing without the suffering of others."
8-Burn said nothing at first. Instead, he grabbed Dagger by the hair and yanked her head back. He then leaned in close, and ran his tongue up Tandy's throat.
"I may just be a parasite," 8-Burn said finally, "but I intend to have a great meal."
8-Burn released Tandy's hair. He first dropped his pants, revealing his impressive erection. He gave Tandy a moment to drink in the sight before he grabbed the heroine by the hips and hoisted them into the air.
Dagger grunted as all her weight was now forced to rest on her shoulders, but knew the worst was yet to come. She could feel 8-Burn's hard cock at the opening of her bald pussy. Her delicate lips were red and swollen, engorged with blood from being so painfully abused by the whip. AS if that weren't enough, one look into 8-Burn's eyes told Dagger he wasn't going to be satisfied with just raping her.
"Ready guys? Here we go!"
Dagger felt 8-Burn's cock plow through her hymen just as she felt a whip smack her ass. Tandy threw her head back and choked down a scream as pain coursed through her body like blood.
"Oh, that's good," 8-Burn smirked.
With each thrust of the gang leader's impressive member, Dagger felt the crack of the whip on her shapely ass, or on her back. If it was one man or two, Dagger didn't know, but they worked like a relentless machine, with perfect timing.
Tandy wept hard, soulful tears. She'd been saving herself, for reasons she didn't know, but certainly not to be raped by some scumbag by a bunch of ungrateful bastards who'd rather blame her for their mistakes than take responsibility for their own lives.
8-Burn's cock parted the walls of her abused pussy without regard for resistance and his hands on her whipped flesh felt as if they were on fire. Despite her impressive physical training, Tandy felt her arms begin to ache from having to support her entire body weight as she swung back and forth on 8-Burn's cock.
In all, Tandy's entire body burned and ached, and the first rape had barely begun.
8-Burn, on the other hand, was having the time of his life. This wasn't the first woman he'd raped like this, but it certainly was the first heroine. His boys moved in perfect union. With each thrust of his cock, the whip struck Dagger and sent a shudder of pain through her body. That in turn made her clench against his cock. Her velvet pussy felt better around his tool than any woman he'd had before, and 8-Burn knew he'd likely never have another opportunity like this again.
He bent forward and took Dagger's left breast and sank his teeth in the fleshy mound. He didn't break the skin, but it was anything but pleasant.
Even the toughest man had their limit though, and after a time, 8-Burn reached his. Tandy wanted to vomit as she felt the man expel his seed inside of her. By pure coincidence, they both had the same thought, of her knocked up, carrying his baby. 8-Burn loved it, Tandy could barely prevent the bile was rising in her throat.
And had Arcade known, he'd have written it down for future reference.
"Woo!" 8-Burn withdrew with a heart felt sigh. He would have kept his cock inside Dagger the rest of his life, but it was not to be. He turned towards the gathered mob, "Now that is a fuck of heroic proportions!"
Dagger felt her heart sink as the gathered mob broke out into laughter.
"Now, a few of my boys need to do their business before we really start," 8-Burn said, "but lets sweeten the pot some. Guys?"
Dagger swallowed hard as two men stalked forward and grabbed her ankles. They spread her legs easily until both legs were almost completely parallel with the ground. Tandy used to be so proud of her gymnastic ability, but now she wished she would just throw it all away, rather than have it displayed for such obscene purposes of being degraded.
Dagger knew that they were going to whip her, but even after all her suffering, she wasn't prepared for the ferocious nature of what came next.
The first whip connected with her cunt with reckless abandon, only instead of coming down on her pussy, it came from below. Each crack of the whip snapped inside of Dagger's delicate love organ and sent pain coursing through every single nerve. Seconds after that, she felt the sting of a whip on her ass. Both men thought nothing of savoring the agony, or of aim. They were next in line to fuck the blond heroine, and they wanted to get their rocks off as soon as possible.
8-Burn knew that, of course, so he waited a good bit before telling the men to stop. When Dagger was barely able to moan in pain, he signaled his boys to stop, and drank in the sight of her abused sex. After all the torment, it had turned a shade of red 8-Burn had never seen before on another human being.
Satisfied, he motioned to his men that they could have their fun.
Dagger sobbed as she felt the cock of her second rapist brush against the once delicate lips of her pussy. They were so inflamed that the slightest touch felt like a knife would. The man, six foot six and with a cock that felt just as large, slammed into her like a battering ram, grunting and growling.
Another man took up position behind her, and slammed into her virgin anus. Dagger shrieked when she felt the man enter, the tearing pain nearly as bad as when 8-Burn had taken her virginity. She struggled to breath, as if the two cocks impaling her were driving all the breath from her body.
The man screwing her ass reached around and grabbed her well formed breasts, crushing them in his hand like they were putty, while the man in front grabbed her ass, sending jolts of pain through her body and pulled her in, impaling Dagger up to the hilt. The feeling of his balls slapping the lips of her pussy sent pain and revulsion through the heroine, but she was helpless to defend herself.
Dagger hung limp from the swing-set, sandwiched between the grunting men until they finally came. Tandy barely noticed, her body was wracked with such pain that there was barely any difference between being raped and not.
The two men pulled out in short order of one another. Dagger felt their fluid beginning to dribble out and if there was any food in her stomach, she would have expelled it.
"Okay, the twins next, then we gotta get this show!" 8-Burn shouted, though he was in no hurry. He loved to watch the twins work.
Dagger, barely conscious, didn't register the two men approaching her until one grabbed her nipple, and gave it a sharp twist.
Tandy gasped, and looked up at the two men. They were of medium height, but made up for it in muscle that bulged through their shirts, and seemingly reveled in the twin sensation by wearing the same shirt, pants and haircut.
"You get back this time, Tig," the first man said.
"Got it, Trig."
Dagger sobbed as she felt the first cock enter her abused, but didn't react much beyond that. She was calmly resigned to the rape and her own helplessness. But when she felt the second man's cock against the bottom of her already stuffed pussy.
It hit Tandy like a rifle shot.
"Wait, what are you doing?!"
"Thought it was pretty simple. We gonna double stuff your cunt!" Trig picked up Dagger by her thighs like 8-Burn before him to allow his brother easier access, "don't tell me you never dreamed of two cocks at once!"
"No, stop, you'll tear me apart!" Dagger screamed.
"Please, this will be the greatest experience of your life. What kind of woman can say that she's pleased two men at once?"
"A slut!" answered Trig.
"Damn right!"
Dagger screamed like a madwoman as the second cock joined the first inside her already abused pussy.
The two brothers wasted no time and began to pound Dagger with vigor. Tandy cried as she felt her pussy being torn in two different directions at once.
She bounced up and down between the two men while the crowd roared, hooted and hollered at her debasement. They watched with naked glee as the two cocks ravaged the same hold.
Trig was in heaven as he pounded the heroine. It always felt a little odd fucking the same hole with another man, but the tightness as the pussy clenched his cock always made it worth it. He frenched Dagger, taking in the taste of her mouth.
Dagger couldn't stop screaming, even with a touch shoved down her throat. She'd never felt such pain before, and was certain that she'd receive a mortal wound in seconds. She felt as if they were sticking sandpaper inside of her and dragging it back and forth over her dry cunt.
Tig, like 8-Burn before him, took Dagger's breasts in his hands and began to knead them between his fingers, as if they were just lumps of dough. Tandy felt stabs of pain as the sensitive flesh of her breasts were crushed again and again in the hands of her rapist.
The twins, luckily for Dagger, didn't have much in the way of endurance. They climaxed inside Tandy and then went to help 8-Burn setup.
For a moment, Tandy hung there in disbelief. Only a day before, she'd been a virgin, fighting to save runaways like herself from drug addiction and a million other types of scum who would prey upon them.
Now she was hanging naked, bruised and bloodied, from a child's swing-set, the cum of four different men trickling down her leg. A virgin no more, and she knew more was to come.
"Okay Dagger, ready for the fun part?" 8-Burn asked with a wide grin.
Dagger looked at the man, pleading silently for mercy. She couldn't think of a time when she looked more pathetic, more vulnerable.
8-Burn's smile disappeared for a moment, and Tandy thought for a second that she'd actually gotten through.
But she knew better when she saw the erection in his pants.
"Looks like you are! Trig, Tig, cut her down!"
The instant the rope holding her up was severed, Dagger felt to the ground like a rag doll. The twins grabbed her by the ankles and dragged her across the sand of the playground to the merry-go-round.
They picked up her limp body and played her atop the child's ride, and Dagger then saw that it only had a single handle bar.
In short order, Dagger was tied spread eagle to the ride, thanks to hooks underneath the bottom. Dagger pulled at the ropes, but knew it was futile. Even at full strength, she knew she couldn't break free.
"Comfortable?" asked 8-Burn, "see, I want you to understand what you did to us. When you kicked my gang's ass, you left the future of everyone here in doubt. We might recover before every other gang out there kills us, or we might be picked apart by vultures. It's all up in the air now, thanks to you. A roll of the dice, or spin of the wheel, you might say."
Dagger swallowed hard. She knew where this was leading.
"So, lets see how you like being at the mercy of fate. This ride's surrounded by people just itching for a chance to hurt you. I'm going to spin the wheel, and if your pussy is aimed at them, you belong to them for the next five minutes. Maybe longer, if it's funny," 8-Burn explained, "but I'm a fair man. We'll leave a slot open and if you end up there, we'll let ya rest for five minutes. Deal?"
Dagger sobbed.
"Glad you approve," 8-Burn grabbed the handlebar and swung it for all he was worth.
Tandy wanted to vomit as she spun around like a human top. The disorientation was bad enough, but the cold night air on her ravaged pussy felt like a match.
After what seemed like hours of spinning, Dagger came to a stop, her bright red pussy aimed at a middle aged woman.
"Ellen, you lucky old bitch!"
"Please, I'm a woman," Dagger pleaded, her voice hoarse, "give me some dignity."
"You're just a bitch who took my son away!" Ellen snarled, "and I intend to make you regret it!"
Dagger gasped as she saw the older woman produce a frozen plastic coke bottle.
"I made this the second after Will there told me what he had planned," Ellen smirked, "what do you think?"
Dagger cried out the second the frozen bottle of ice touched her sore and torn cunt. Ellen shoved it in without any pretense of being subtle and grinned like a wolf when the first half inch was swallowed by Dagger's pussy.
Tandy screamed and raved, but all it did was made the crowd laugh harder. Tandy couldn't believe what was happening, as the women of the mob shouted encouragement while the man massaged their favorite organs.
Dagger tried to control her breathing, tried to block out the pain as the frozen ice-block traveled up and down the pink walls of her pussy. It made every tear, ever stretch seem as if it were on fire.
Ellen worked with the strength of a madwoman, the ice block in her hand acting as a tool for vengeance for every petty grievance, every failure in her life.
When the frozen soda bottle was half way in, Ellen jerked it to the left, eliciting a very satisfying scream from Dagger.
Ellen jerked the bottle every which way, inside, to the left, right or bottom, depending on her mood, for the entirety of her turn. 8-Burn even allowed her to continue for seven minutes, he was enjoying the sight so much. But all good things had to come to an end.
"Okay Ellen, your turn's over. The rest of us gotta get our licks in."
"Fine," sighed the older woman. By now, everything but the head of the coke bottle was inside Dagger's pussy. It was a hard fought battle, but Ellen managed to make it fit.
Still seething with anger, Ellen managed to muster all her strength and pull the thing free with one harsh yank. Dagger unsurprisingly screamed as her body had almost become accustomed to the thing's large girth.
"Round and round we go!" 8-Burn spun the wheel again, though not as hard this time.
This time, Dagger's well used cunt came to a stop in front of a young man.
"Jake, what do you got in mind for us?"
"This bitch sent my Dad to prison, so I'm gonna make her do what my Dad has to do in his cell."
Dagger looked at 8-Burn in pure disbelief, "You can't be serious, he's barely an adult!"
"He's a man now," 8-Burn shrugged, "now he's gotta be a man because of you. Only fitting that you take him all the way."
"Please, don't!"
"She said please, Jake! Don't keep a lady waiting!"
"No sir!"
"Give it to her boy! Fuck her brains out!" yelled the crowd.
Jake climbed onto the merry-go-round and dropped his pants and pulled down his underwear as quick as he could. Dagger choked back a sob when she saw that the boy about to rape her didn't even have pubic hair!
At least he's too small to hurt me, Tandy thought to herself. After 8-Burn, his men and that freezing bottle, her once virgin passage was in far from original condition.
But Tandy realized that wasn't what Jake had in mind when he waddled over to her, stepped across her chest and sat down on her ample chest. He pointed his small, erect cock at the heroine and said, with a growl, "Suck it!"
Dagger looked at 8-Burn pleading, "Please, don't make me do this...!"
"Hey!" Jake smacked Dagger across the face, "I'm right here, get started!"
"Oh, god..." Dagger brought her head up and gingerly took the cock into her mouth.
"Suck, bitch! Just like Dad has to!"
Dagger began to suck, and to no one's surprise, the boy came in seconds, shooting his seed down down her throat. Dagger gagged, but had no choice but to swallow with Jake's now limp penis in her mouth.
Dagger was about to set her head back down when Jake grabbed her by the hair.
"Hey, I still got time left!"
"He's right blondy," 8-Burn shrugged in faux sympathy, "sorry."
For the next four minutes, Jake rocked Dagger's head back and forth on his limp cock. Even spent, it was the best feeling the boy ever felt in his life up until now. Dagger all the while couldn't stop crying over the fact that a boy not old enough to have pimples was still willing and able to commit such a heinous act.
Jake finally took his spent cock out of Dagger's mouth and stuffed it back in his pants. He climbed off the defeated heroine and went back to the crowd, who greeted him like a conquering hero.
8-Burn took hold of the handle again, and spun Dagger again like a wheel on a game show.
This time, her cunt stopped in front of a much older boy. Eighteen years old, red hair moderately handsome and in decent shape, Dagger could have seen herself dating this boy if she didn't know what he was about to do next.
"Okay Mark, have at it"
"K, bitch. You owe me one brother," Mark spat, "Danny got shot in a drive by after you took some of our boys in, thought we'd be easy pickings."
Dagger began to quake as Mark climbed up on the merry-go-round. The look in his eyes was one she'd seen in a hundred murderers before, only now she knew that she wouldn't be killed. No, what he had in mind would likely be far worse.
Mark stripped quickly, wanted to savor every second of what was to come next. Tandy could see that the boy held something in his hand, but couldn't make out what it was from her position. He then steped over her chest and sat down.
Dagger gasped as she felt the man's weight on her chest. Barely able to breath, she looked away as she saw his hard cock resting between her breasts.
"Sometimes, I find a good titty fuck is better than just straight cunt," Mark explained, "especially when you're with a girl kinky enough to let me use these."
Dagger wanted to scream when she saw the large needles held in one hand, explicitly understanding what they were going to be used for.
"Now," Mark grabbed Dagger's left breast and squeezed, forcing the fleshy tissue to overflow in his hand, "this might sting a little bit."
Mark pushed the piercing needle through Dagger's breast just below the nipple and Dagger shrieked at the stabbing pain. Tears streaming down her eyes and chest heaving, Mark wasted no time in piercing her other breast with all the finesse of the thug he was.
Mark basked in Dagger's tears, her shuddering form. All his life he felt powerless, a nothing and no one. But now, he had a big bad heroine under his thumb. Even if it only lasted a few minutes, he was going to make them the best minutes of his life, and the worst of hers.
He twisted the needles like knobs, and pressed the fleshing globes together against his hard cock. The smooth, soft skin against his manhood, and the fact that it belonged to someone who used to be so powerful, felt like silk against his member.
"Suck!" Mark ordered, and Dagger dared not disobey.
She brought her head up and opened her mouth to greet his manhood, put it only went in part of the way, sliding past her lips and reaching only the tip of her tongue.
"You might want to start using that thing," Mark gave her tortured breasts a good squeeze, "unless you want me to stay here longer."
Dagger, though it disgusted her to admit it, admitted he had a point. So as his cock bobbed back and forth, she stuck out her tongue to greet his manhood, running her tongue underneatyh the tool and ending at his tip.
8-Burn watched his boy titty-fuck the heroine who, one month ago, had him and his boys eating dirt. Bruised, bloodied, pierced breasts and with a cunt full of sperm, no one would ever recognize her as Dagger now. The future that had once looked so bleak now seemed a little brighter.
Mark tried to do evrerything he could to stave off cumming, and to actually managed to pull it off for a full four minutes. But eventually, his balls demanded release and nature couldn't be denied.
"Oh god yes!"
Mark spewed his seed across Dagger's face. She clenched her eyes shut as the foul white substance shot over her face. Tandy started to gag, her nose so close to the semen she wanted to vomit.
"Just think of it as make-up," Mark smiled as he zipped himself back up. For the first time in weeks, he didn't feel the loss of his brother tugging at his heart. No, he felt on top of the world!
"You can keep the needles," Mark said with a brash smile, "consider them a gift."
"Okay, time for another spin!"
"Wait!" Someone came forward, a middle aged man armed wiffle bat, "don't!"
"What's the idea, old timer?" 8-Burn demanded.
"Use this!" the man held up the bat, "she's got a natural hole for leverage, why not use it?"
8-Burn did a double take, then smiled, "You sir, are a genius!"
"Nooooo!"
Tandy cried out as the handle of the plastic bat was shoved in her well used cunt. The semen of the men who raped her provided some lubrication, but not nearly enough. Four inches of the rugged handle was shoved into her pussy before 8-Burn was satisfied it was in.
"Okay people, stand back. We want this to be fair!" 8-burn snickered.
Gripping the baseball bat, 8-Burn started to walk slowly around the child's ride, spinning Dagger by her cunt. The once proud heroine screamed as the wifflebat pussy was used as a lever. 8-Burn built up some momentum, and let fly.
Dagger was still sobbing in agony when she came to a stop in front of a flat-chested, teenage girl.
"Jasmine, have at it."
"You took my brother away from me," growled the girl. She held up a giant, dildo. It was ribbed and looked more like an assault weapon than a sex toy, "I like 'em big, so I thought you might enjoy this. Don't worry, I'll even provide some special lube."
Dagger watched in fear as the girl picked up a Hot Sauce bottle. Jasmine climbed up the Merry-Go-Round, and pulled her pants down.
"Oh, did I mentoin that I'm bi-sexual?" Jasmine asked, "I had sex a few times last night. I forgot to clean up when we were told you were coming, so you can clean me up while I get this big boy into you, okay?"
"You're sick!" Dagger spat.
Jasmine kicked Tandy hard in the ribs, "That better be a yes, or I'll cut your damn pussy off, got it?"
Jasmine dropped her cunt in Dagger's face without a hint of romance. Tandy nearly vomited at the smell of unwashed sex and sweat, while Jasmine positioned her favorite love toy at Tandy's wide cunt. She took her bottle of special lube (the best Hot Sauce money could buy, mixed with a few key irritants she looked up on the 'net) and applied them liberally to her toy.
Then, both hands gripped on the weapon, Jasmine shoved it with every last ounce of hate her body had.
The fact that Jasmine's pussy was smothering her face was all that saved Tandy from screaming until her lungs burst. Like before, her cunt was spread to impossible, obscene lengths. But unlike then, every tear from her previous rapes were filled with what felt like burning acid. The lube Jasmine applied ran like water, and almost seemed to seek out wounds to inflict searing, impossible agony.
"Hey, you better not stop cleaning my pussy!" Jasmine threatened, "unless you want me to stay here a while. You wouldn't mind, would you 8-Burn?"
"Hell nah," replied the Gang Leader.
From what felt like a thousand miles away, Dagger heard the threat. She responded as best she could, but her mind was a fog of agony and disbelief. How could anything possibly be this painful?
"Hey, get to work!"
Dagger gingerly struck her tongue out, and lapped at Jasmine's pussy, tasting day old cum and salty sweat. The musk was enough to make her gag, to say nothing of the smell. But complice might bring an end to the pain, and Dagger held onto that hope for dear life.
Jasmine was actually a little disappointed when she felt Dagger's tongue scooping out her pussy, cleaning the filth that she'd let build up just for her. It was almost too easy now, and her suffering just wasn't as sweet.
So she took the dildo that she'd been ramming inside the once heroine and spun it around, like she was mixing a salad. Dagger's muffled screams were so loud, Jasmine actually orgasmed as it traveled through her.
"That's the key note," Jasmine sighed. Dagger grew even sicker as Jasmine's pussy grew wetter. She might have vomited, but was afraid that would only give them one more means of humiliation.
Jasmine worked the dildo like a game-stick controller, constantly looking for a new spot that would cause Dagger that much more agony. The faster Jasmine worked, the more desperate Dagger became to please her. Straight to the core, Dagger plunged her tongue inside of Jasmine's wet pussy as if it were her last meal.
After three orgasms (two brought on by Dagger's screaming, one by her licking), Jasmine was satisfied. Dagger breathed a heavy sigh of relief and muttered a prayer.
"Hey Jasmine," 8-Burn said, "mind if I borrow that bottle?"
Dagger barely had time to beg before the bottle of 'special lube' was crammed inside her cunt. It was as if lightning struck her pussy, and she arched her back upwards, screaming shrilly.
8-Burn took the wiffle-bat they'd been using to spin the heroine, and aimed it at her clenched asshole. Dagger fought him instinctively, and her rear hole wasn't nearly as loose as her pussy, but with some elbow grease 8-Burn managed to work it in.
He took a step back to enjoy his handiwork. Dagger's cunt was stuffed with a burning liquid, her nipples pierced with oversized needles and now her ass had a plastic bat wedged in it.
"Hey man, you capped the best holes!" one man complained.
"We'll take her bat out her anus, and we got condoms for anyone who wants a crack at her pussy," 8-Burn reassured his man, "I just didn't want them to get lonely. Now, lets spin the bottle and se who the next lucky contestant is!"
Dagger barely remembered the long line of people who abused her next. True to his word, when the next man wanted her cunt, they removed the bottle of 'special lube', gave the man a ribbed condom and had him go at it. The contents of the condom were then liberally splashed across her body.
After a while, the ropes holding Dagger in place were released, but she just lay there limp. Resistance, even if Arcade's failsafes weren't in place, was impossible. Dagger barely clung to awareness. Each time she passed out or stopped being responsive, they inflicted some new horror on her just to bring her around.
When Dagger had been brought to the apartment complex, the sun was just starting it's descent for the day. When Arcade's goons came to collect her again, the sun had come up and been in the sky for nearly two hours.
Dagger hadn't gone unfucked for longer than six minutes the entire time.
The crowd had largely dispersed from watching the heroine's suffering, and turned to one another, discussing the day's events or some other matter. In all, the mass gang rape had turned into an informal block party.
For Dagger, though, there was no real difference. At the moment, a fifty year old man had pulled her ass into the air and was pounding away.
"An erection lasting as long as I damn want!" the old man explained to Dagger.
8-Burn sighed as the man who identified himself as Jake, the man who'd made all this happen, approached him.
"We need to be on our way," Jake said, "you guys about done?"
"Just about," 8-Burn sighed. He wanted to believe that this day would never end, but common sense told him otherwise. He half considered keeping Dagger for his gang, but knew that he'd never be able to pull it off. Even if he could beat Arcade, all the man would have to do to get revenge was call the cops.
So 8-Burn wasn't going to be greedy. It didn't matter to him that his gang weren't the ones raping and debasing her, so long as someone, somewhere was. The idea that Dagger was being raped somewhere brought a special kind of smile to his face.
"Yeah, we got one last thing to do," 8-Burn replied, "shouldn't take a minute."
"Hey, Donald, we're finishing up!" 8-Burn shouted, "Bert, get your old cock outta that slut! We have send her back to the store."
"Damn kids, no respect for their elders," groused the old man. He shot his wad inside the limp heroine, slapped her rear for showing him such a good time, and walked away.
Two of 8-Burn's men grabbed Tandy underneath her arms, and dragged her in front of their boss.
Dagger, her breasts burning with pain, her ass a painful gaping hole and her pussy a burning mass of flesh that felt as if it might fall off at any moment. Her body was covered in cum and sweat, so much that she thought she might never be clean again.
They dropped Dagger to her knees, sitting her in front of a large vanity mirror Donald had brought out.
"Dagger baby, we've had a great time, but all good things come to an end," 8-Burn sighed, "your owner wants you back, I'm afraid."
Dagger felt as if she should object to the idea that she had an 'owner', but the half gallon of cum in her stomach made a compelling counter argument.
"But I talked to your nice owner bitch, and he said we could keep a souvenir!"
Dagger went rigid, terrified that they were going to mutilate her. She didn't know if she could survive the pain of they started taking fingers and toes. So she almost sighed in relief when 8-Burn gave her a pair of scissors.
"Guess want we want, goldilocks?"
Dagger sobbed as she cut off the first lock of hair and handed it to the young boy who raped her. She cut off another lock, whimpering, and handed it to 8-Burn.
One by one, Tandy cut her long, curly blond hair and handed it out like an award to those that had violated her. She watched herself in the mirror as her hair started to disappear. She watched herself wilt in the mirror, her once beautiful head of hair turned into a head of letteus. When she was finally done, all Dagger was left with was a head of irregularly cut and ugly short hair.
Tandy saw herself in the mirror, and for a moment, didn't recognize herself. Her body was covered in dirt and drying cum, her nipples were pierced and bruised while her hair looked as if it got caught in a blender.
"Well, it's time for you to head home," 8-Burn sighed. He grabbed Tandy's now short and stumpy hair, and pulled her onto his cock, "one for the rode, okay? I don't know when your owner will let you out to play again."
Dagger wept, to weak to provide any resistance. 8-Burn came in her mouth quickly enough, and motioned for Arcade's men to take her away.
Tandy wept silently, and felt as if she might never stop. All her career, she fought for the 'little guy', tried to make life better for those less fortunate.
Now, they'd turned on her, taking her virginity, her dignity and self respect without so much as a second thought. All they cared about was making her suffer for their mistakes.
Worse, Dagger knew that Arcade had arranged this all specially to humiliate her. In a single day, he'd cut her to the quick, and this was just the start.
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