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Arcade's New Niche: New Mutants	By : Masterdudemind Category: X-men Comics > General Views: 25905 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: I don't own a single X-Men character, all characters depicted are of legal age and I make no profit whatsoever.

Fun and Fluff

As Danielle Moonstar awoke, she was hardly surprised to find herself completely naked and sore, laid out on the floor like a piece of furniture. Her privates felt cold and damp, her breasts felt raw while her pussy and rear ached. She could only imagine that Arcade's men's had fucked while she was unconscious, and then cleaned her up. It wouldn't be the first time they fucked her sleeping body, after all, and wouldn't be the last.

She processed the information matter factly. Ever since she and her friends had been kidnapped by Arcade, and then sold to be raped, Danielle had adopted a certain level of hatred towards the man, and those he sold her body to, but refused to let the hatred control her. She knew that she'd have to adapt until they were rescued, or they escaped. By now, she'd learned to relax during the rapes, at least somewhat, and had almost grown used to at least some of the...oddities they were forced to endure, like barely using a toilet. The guards gave every girl hose enemas twice a day, once in the morning and once at night. Humiliating, but effective. It wouldn’t do to have bathroom breaks in the middle of servicing a dozen men, would it?

Beyond that, it was nearly impossible to get used to anything. Arcade was deliberately and completely random with how he treated his captives. Sometimes, everyone would sleep together nude in a dank cell. Sometimes they'd be paired up randomly and shackled to beds, awaiting rapes that may or may not come. Once, Dani had been strapped down to a bed between Free Spirit and Firebird. The other two women were then brutally fucked, whipped, suffering all kinds of torture while she was completely ignored, untouched.

In a way, that had been torture itself, always fearing when the men would turn on her, as Dani was soon ashamed that she was so relieved that she hadn't been touched while her fellow captives suffered terribly. One just never knew what to expect when dealing with Arcade's twisted imagination.

Now was a case in point. As Dani awoke, she saw that she wasn't alone. Her teammate and long time friend, Wolfsbane AKA Rahne Sinclair, was here with her, still unconscious and just as naked as well as their former teammate in the New Mutants, Amara Aquila AKA Magma who was just beginning to come to. The room they were in held five queen sized beds, with shackles on each end and no headboards. Dani could hear a party going on outside, but the walls were too thick to make out anything.

She had half a mind to scream for help, but decided against it. Arcade wouldn't take them from their cells to someplace where they could just yell for help and be saved just like that. The bastard loved to feed them false hope, and Dani would be damned before she gave him that satisfaction.

“Where...where are we?” Wolfsbane had just started to come around. Dani felt her heart clench. Unlike so many of the others, Rahne and a select few still hadn't really adjusted (as much as one could, anyways) to their captivity. Each rape was as horrifying as the first, each degrading sex act just as humiliating as the dozen before it, and it tore at Dani's heart. Though she tried her best not to show it, (because that bastard Arcade wouldn’t hesitate to use it against her, just for kicks) Dani had an easier time being raped than watching it happen to her friend.

“I've no idea, but knowing that piss ant Arcade, nowhere pleasant.”

“I swear I'll burn that scum inch by inch when we are freed,” Amara swore, and not for the first time. Her reaction to the rapes was only to become more and more stubborn. Dani never knew how masochistic her teammate could be until now.

“Oh, don't be that way,” chided Ms. Locke as she strode through the door, “my employer is just availing you to new opportunities to meet new people, suck their cocks and fuck their brains out. Is it really too much to ask that you be thankful?”

Dani imagined a million ways she'd kill Ms. Locke, but simply spat, “Go fuck yourself, you cunt. Arcade gets bored, you might find yourself on our side, bent over a table and getting a large cock up your ass!”

“What makes you think that didn't happen on my lunch break?” smiled Ms. Locke, “though, if I keep him entertained with you, I won't need to worry, will I?”

“Dani, don't provoke her!” whispered Rahne, clearly terrified. Already she shook in fear of how Ms. Locke might express her displeasure.

“They're going to rape us,” Dani hissed, “just like before, and the time before that! No use pretending like anything else is going to happen! All that's different is how twisted they feel at any given moment.”

“Danielle is right,” Amara spat, “this whore just wants to torment us beforehand. Nothing we say beforehand will matter a damn bit.”

“Never hurts to try, though,” answered Ms. Locke, “since you’re curious, we're at a secret meeting of the Friends of Humanity. They've employed Arcade as their hired gun of choice in the past, so he offered them their choice of services. The Friends of Humanity are like a brotherhood, held together not just by their hatred of you mutants, but a bond of sin. I trust you see where I'm going with this?”

Dani didn't have to think hard. With these bastards, the answer was almost always the same, “You're going to have them gang rape us. What a surprise…”

“Close, but no,” Ms. Locke snapped her fingers, and in walked five men, each holding a nude girl by each of her arms. When Danielle and Rahne saw who the men were dragging in, they did a double take.

Wallflower AKA Laurie Collins, Wind dancer AKA Sofia Mantega, Surge AKA Noriko Ashida, X-23 AKA Laura Kinney, Pixie AKA Megan Gwynn and Dust AKA Sooraya Qadir. All were young women the three mutants had been teaching, and knew each personally, before Arcade had decided to kidnap them for his own sick pleasure.

Naked, bound and gagged, the girls looked just as surprised to see them as their once mentors were, and were twice as horrified. Up until now, the young mutants thought their teachers were dead, killed in an ambush by anti-mutant bigots. Seeing them here, now, just as naked and seemingly helpless as they themselves were, was as shocking as a bucket of cold water to the face.

“You bitch!” It was Wolfsbane who shouted, but the three senior mutants attacked as one, unwilling to allow their precious students to be used as sexual fodder.

For all the good it did them.

The three former New Mutants didn't make it far before the implants and fail-safes that Arcade implanted in their bodies activated. They collapsed to the floor, writhing in pain as if someone had poured acid into their pussies, and compared to past experience, they got off lightly.

“Get the girls secured. I want to inspect them before we begin. Leave their gags on, we'll have their teachers remove them.”

The men grunted, and dragged the young mutants towards the beds. Half fought as best they good, which was good. But three of the girls, Pixie, Wallflower and Dust, were terrified out of their young minds and moved like quivering zombies.

Even better.

After a little trouble, a lot of struggling, a few grunts, some crying and begging, the girls were secured to the beds spread eagle. Ms. Locke decided to appraise the girls before the night's festivities began. Terrorizing heroines and keeping their clients happy wasn't just a job, but an art. And part of that art was knowing the victim, what type of person they were, or thought they were.

The first girl was Sofia Mantega, Winder Dancer. With chestnut brown hair, a well formed body that was on a steady pace to womanhood, combined with a skin tone caught between Hispanic and Caucasian, she was a wonderful catch. With grape fruit sized breasts, a slightly foreign complexion and long brown hair, Sofia would work excellently as both an exotic beauty and girl next door fuck.

The best part though, was her attitude. Oh, she was just as scared as the other girls, but there was that spark in her eyes of quiet defiance. This girl was a fighter, just like her mentor Danielle Moonstar. And though she was doubtlessly hurt, maybe even scared by what Ms. Locke had turned her former teacher into, Sophia was determined not to break. Nude, spread eagle and probably smart enough to know what was coming, even now she was willing to fight, if only with her mind. Sofia lay on the bed, not bothering to struggle but clearly trying to control her breathing. Ms. Locke didn't doubt that many men would find the steady rise and fall of her breasts alluring.

Breaking girls like her was always the most fun, Ms. Locke had learned, because they put themselves back together again to fight another day. And again, and again.

The gift that simply kept on giving.

Next was the blond Wallflower AKA Laurie Collins. With flowing blond hair that ran well past shoulder length, breasts of equal size to her friend Sofia and light skin, she easily passed for a wet fantasy of a 'girl next door'. According to her physical examination, she was still a virgin, likely due to the fact that her pheromone powers made it difficult to have any kind of 'true' relationship with a boyfriend. Friends and, more importantly, boyfriends, were hard to come by if you didn't know if they liked you for you, or if it was your powers that forced them to lavish attention upon you.

Indeed, little Wallflower possessed the power to free everyone without a single act of violence, had precautions not been taken. Ms. Locke smiled as she imagined how she'd use Laurie's powers to torment their captives, when the time came.

Unlike her closest friend, Laurie didn't show half the courage or fortitude, tears of pure fear flowing freely from her eyes. Terrorizing her would be predictably easy, but sometimes the simple pleasures were the best. At least Laurie's terror would allow her more time to work on the other girls. And besides, she'd be an extra special treat to the sexual sadists they now catered to.

Next was the electric mutant Surge AKA Noriko Ashida. She had slim hips, and full breasts with dyed blue hair and trimmed pussy. Not a virgin, according to the examinations, but Ms. Locke didn't think the girl looked too experienced either.

Ms. Locke listened to the girl hurl the most vile profanities at her, and smiled. This Asian dish was easily tougher than Wallflower, but doubted that she was as tough as Moonstar or Wind Dancer. And on some level, Surge had to know that too, that's why she tried to bluff her way with insults and threats.

Ms. Locke just smiled as the electric mutant, not even bothering to acknowledge the insults, because she knew that was even more disturbing to the girl than any threats she could make.

Next was the Muslim girl Dusk AKA Sooraya Qadir. Dark skin, ample breasts and chocolate colored nipples with a powerful sense of modesty, she was a true Arab beauty. Ms. Locke could already see the small fortune they'd make renting and whoring her out to wealthy Arabs and oil Shrieks.

By the time we're done with you, you'll never want to remove that burka again, thought Ms. Locke.

Dust was just as scared as Wallflower, but she still managed to hold out hope, praying to Allah under her breath for rescue. Just like Wolfsbane, Dagger and Firebird, she prayed for deliverance from on high. And just like them, Ms. Locke knew that she'd be disappointed, and she looked forward to savoring that look of defeat when the time came.

After her was the little faire girl, Pixie, AKA Megan Gwynn. Arcade had ordered her kidnapped because with her pink wings, pink hair she looked like a creature of myth, and that definitely got some clients off. Her breasts were the smallest of all the girls, but Ms. Locke figured they could correct that if need be. In addition, like Wallflower and Dust, the girl was positively mortified, weeping at her own nudity and fear.

Last, but certainly not least, was X-23 AKA Laura Kinney. Long dark hair, well proportioned breasts and a muscular body, she was just as attractive as the other girls in her own way. The examinations indicated that she was a virgin, though Locke doubted that. Probably just the effect of a healing factor on a female body.

But her attitude, among all the captives, was unique. X-23 possessed the eyes of a stone cold killer, something Ms. Locke recognized from the mirror every day. Of all the girls and women they'd taken yet, X-23 was by far the most dangerous. So much so, that Ms. Locke felt compelled to ensure her obedience before the day's festivities began. She signaled a guard to remove the gag, then spoke.

“Comfortable?”

X-23, despite being naked and tied spread eagle on the bed, simply offered a shrug, “The sheets could be better. Why, want to take my place?”

“Not really.”

For a moment, both were silent.

“I'm going to come for you last,” warned X-23, “and I'll make it last for days, and you'll scream every second. You might have taken my claws, but my healing factor and training? Still there.”

“Sounds fair,” Ms. Locke shrugged, “but that won't be today, tomorrow or a long while. I need you to behave for the moment. Or else, there will be consequences. Peter?”

One of the guards handed Ms. Locke a cattle prod.

X-23 didn't even blink.

“You are a tough one,” admitted Ms. Locke, “most of the other heroines at least tremble the first time when we bring this around.”

“You've no intention of using it on me,” X-23 countered calmly.

“True,” Ms. Locke took a step back and ran the cold, metal end of the prod across Dust's flat stomach. The girl cried before she wisely tried to hide her fear, “how'd you know?”

“Because it's what I would have done.”

Ms. Locke licked her lips, “Oh, I'm going to enjoy having fun with you. But, business before pleasure.”

Confident she had her captive's attention, Ms. Locke strode to the middle of the room.

“Ms. Moonstar, Ms. Sinclair and Ms. Aquila, I trust you know why you're here. But for you 'New Mutants', I'll spell it out,” Ms. Locke savored the looks of fear and confusion in the young student's eyes, “the younger, less experienced children are going to receive a crash course in sex education. You three are going to prepare the gentleman callers. Are we clear?”

Rahne's face went pale, while Danielle and Amara became livid, and while all three suspected from the start what Locke was planning, hearing it said aloud still terrified them. Ms. Locke smiled, both reactions were good for their customer's pleasure. There were those who liked a cowered victim, and those who liked a defiant victim.

“But first, would the teachers please remove the gags from the girl's mouths, and we can begin. But hurry up, and don't say a word. You'll have plenty of time to catch up later. Drag your asses, girls and I'll whip theirs bloody. Chop chop, now.”

Rahne was led to Laurie, Wallflower, and undid the gag. Once upon a time, the two of them were seeing the same boy, and they made a point to glare at one another whenever they passed the other in the hall. Ironic that now she could barely look the girl in the eyes now. She undid the gag quickly and then moved onto Surge, never saying a word and then finally to Pixie.

“What’s happening?” whispered the terrified young girl.

“Be quiet!” Rahne snapped, out of fear for both herself and her student.

Magma ungagged Dust and silently mouthed the words 'be strong'. If the girl could see it through her tears, Amara didn't know, but it was all she could really do.

Danielle undid the gag on her first student, and despite the warnings, wanted to say something, anything to explain what was happening.

“Dani, how can you do this?” Sofia demanded, “what happened to you?”

“Sofia...we....argh!”

Danielle cried out in pain as one of guards slammed a cattle prod against her rear, and Danielle spilled to the floor on her hands and knees .

“No talking. What was so hard to understand about that, huh?” asked the guard. Danielle was on the floor panting, so in a moment of inspiration the sadistic guard plunged the cattle prod into her vulnerable, raised ass and pressed the trigger.

Danielle's howl of pain could have been heard two states over.

“Stop it!” Sofia demanded as she writhed in her bonds, trying with all her strength to summon her wind powers. But Arcade's devises easily prevented that, and all she did with her struggling was give the guard a hard-on with her jiggling breasts that he intended to resolve later.

Ms. Locke smiled. The guard's sadism was an excellent note with which to start the night, “Lets begin, shall we?”

The guard exited the room, and returned with five men, completely naked, who looked around the room with lustful eyes.

“Take your time, gentlemen. We don't lack for choice. Asian, Hispanic, blond and since you're the first guests, we even have virgins!” Ms. Locke's cheerful demeanor terrified the young girls, that she was talking about them as though they were objects for sale, “and to get you started, we've brought along three young women with top notch oral skills.”

“What if we want one o' them?” asked one particularly disgusting man.

“That would be fine,” answered Ms. Locke, “though we charge a little extra for that, and they're not as fresh. Now, gentlemen, pick your girl and lets get started. You are the first tonight, but you won't be the last. And be aware that you only have twenty minutes. Do whatever you wish within that time, finish early if you wish, but we have a schedule to keep.”

Sooraya Qadir, Dust, felt fear form in the pit of her stomach when the first man for the night approached the bed she was strapped spread eagle to. He was big, with blond hair and powerfully built. And though Sooraya had never seen a man's erection before, she could see that this man's was obviously larger than usual. But that wasn't what truly terrified her.

No, it was the twice look of hatred in his eyes. The way he stood, the way he look at her, he hated her for being a Muslim as much as he loathed her for being a mutant and she knew that he would make this ordeal all the more painful because of it.

“This one's mine,” he said, his eyes meeting Sooraya, burning a hole right through her.

“Excellent choice. And who would you like to provide lip service?”

“Nah, this bitch gets American meat raw!”

The man climbed on the bed with deliberate slowness, taking in every inch of her dark skinned body, her perfectly curved hips and shaved pussy. As she felt his hot breath on her body, she looked away with tears streaming down her cheeks.

“Please,” she whispered, “what you are about to do...it is supposed to be a gift between husband and wife!”

“Name's Pete,” the man smiled, “and if you're saving yourself for your husband, how do you explain this?”

His hand cupped her shaved pussy, and Dust cried out for a second, wept and then quickly tried to compose herself. She honestly believed that she could somehow stop this man with just words alone.

“I...I was taught that it was good hygiene by my mother,” Dust explained, as she tried to ignore the touch of his cold hands on her most private place.

“Well, then,” Pete removed his hand from her pussy lips, and Dust almost sighed in relief, “guess you can't argue with logic like that.”

Pete then straddled Dust's body, and he allowed his cock to brush against her virgin opening, “Thanks, babe. No one likes a dirty fuck.”

“No, no, no please!” Sooraya's heart was pounding a mile a minute, and she had no idea how enticing her rapidly rising and falling chest was to Pete, “what you are about to do, is supposed to be a gift, a sacred gift, between a husband and wife! I beg of you, don't do this”

Sooraya knew that her words had fallen on deaf ears when Pete just grinned like a wolf, his teeth almost gleaming.

“Gift, huh? Well, you can call me Santa if you like!”

Pete pressed his cock past the opening folds of Sooraya's with the deliberate slowness of a surgeon making an incision. Dust was virtually hysterical by the time she felt the tip of his cock against her delicate hymen. With one cruel thrust, it was ripped asunder and in her eyes, her value as a woman disappeared.

“Nooo!” Dust's cry of anguish could be heard across the room, for all the good it did her. X-23, who was 'entertaining' a rather disgusting client, raged inward but offered no comfort to her friend. For now, X-23 knew that they could only accept their humiliation until their captors slipped up.

And when they did, X-23 vowed she would eat their still beating hearts.

Dust screamed and wept as she felt every throbbing inch of Pete's warm manhood as it pierced the veil of her womanhood and fell deeper and deeper inside of her. She was as terrified as she was disgusted as she felt his cock inside her body, his hips slapping against hers. The sound was easily the worst thing she had ever heard.

“You damn A-rabs took my brother!” Pete spat. His hands were on each side of Sooraya's hips, allowing him to thrust into her pussy with maximum force, “I figure this isn't half what I owe you bastards!”

“I'm -ugh-! not Arab!” Dust protested. She felt disgusted with herself, trying to avoid the man's racism, but if it would stop this assault, she'd do anything.

“Close enough for me,” Pete sneered. As he pounded into her, Pete took his hands and began exploring Dust's body. She shuddered as his hands slip past her hips and found their way to her well developed breasts. Almost immediately, he began squeezing them, and pinching her brown nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“It hurts! Please, I beg you, stop!” Dust wailed.

Pete only smiled as he squeezed the fleshy globes even harder, trying to see how much bruising he could cause on her delicate orbs, “That's the point, you Arab cunt. Don't worry, I'm almost done with your dirty cunt. Would someone unchain this slut so I can finish?”

“Just a moment,” Ms. Locke tossed the keys to Amara. The blond haired mutant said nothing as she walked over to where Dust was being raped, and unlocked the chains. She half hoped that Dust would remember her combat training, but she doubted it. The poor girl looked exhausted.

The instant he heard the chains unclick, Pete placed his arms underneath Dust's legs and placed her legs over his shoulders while he mashed Dust's knees into her ravaged breasts. The young Muslim mutant screamed even louder her rapist plunged even deeper, stronger than before.

“Almost...almost...there!” Pete gasp as he sped up his thrusts. Finally, with one last gasp he shot his seed deep into Sooraya's womb. He collapsed in a heap atop of her.

Dust turned her head and wept as she felt the sticky warmth inside her cunt, and the man laying across her naked body. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine her first sexual encounter would be like this.

“That was great baby,” Pete grabbed Sooraya's chin in a firm grip, and then gave her a wet kiss, his tongue fully invading her mouth. For almost a minute, he rolled his tongue inside her, before breaking the kiss.

“I made you a woman and gave you your first kiss. Don't you Arabs have to marry the guy who does that?” taunted Pete.

“Fuck...you.” Dust spat. It wasn't a terribly imaginative insult, but it was the only one she knew in English.

“We just did, weren't you paying attention?” Pete chuckled at his joke, “hey, clean up on aisle Arab here!”

Without a word, Amara walked over to the bed and knelt down and began lapping up the blood and semen as they expected of her. Dust clenched her eyes shut as an odd sort of pleasure shot through her loins as the blonde’s tongue sent needles of pleasure through her pussy.

As he watched Amara lap up the jism from Sooraya's cunt, Pete felt his erection come life again. Looking at the clock, he saw that he still had ten minutes left.

“You're one lucky A-rab,” Pete smiled at the crying Dust. He stood up, his erection now complete, “'cause I'm also gonna be your first blow job too.”
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