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“Yo, toss me another Arc-Aid.”
The Black Cat heard the click as the can’s pop-top cracked open. A difficult feat considering the loud sounds of slapping flesh and the heavy grunts that emanated from the thug above her. The bastard had her legs draped over his muscular forearms as he uncaringly slammed into her with deep, powerful strokes. He stopped momentarily. Sank himself all the way into her quivering snatch then stirred his hips making her grit her teeth and breath heavily through her nose. He leaned back and looked down to where their bodies met. Watched his glistening dick puffing and pulling at her folds when he stroked in and out. Her flushed white skin a stark contrast to his dark ebony shaft.
Felicia tried to suppress the involuntary shudder that ran through her as he unconsciously rubbed at her G-spot before he leaned forward and started his frenzied thrusting once more.
“Yeah, you like that? You like that don’t you, girl? You like getting all this big black cock stuffed up in your belly, right?” He talked in a low voiced murmur, almost as if speaking to himself. A constant mumbling stream while he used her body.
Out of the five of them he was the talker. Felicia swore he hadn’t shut up since she had been delivered to the VIP room for their amusement. It was a larger room. One that the Arcade used for group sessions or gang bang parties. A couple couches sat against the wall where the clients could lounge and relax to catch their breath as others violated their chosen Subjects. A few yards away sat a second bed. Hidden behind a thick purple curtain to separate the room for a little privacy. Another client was in there with a Subject of her own. Felicia could hear the loud grunts and slapping of skin from the other poor tormented girl.
How long had she been in here with these brutes? It had been awhile. Time was always hard to judge now. They had all used her at least once. That much she knew. Thankfully the position she was in at the moment wasn’t great for multiple partners. She was laid on the bed, bound to the wall by short lengths of metal rope that attached at her wrists and the collar about her neck. Forcing her to look up at her rapists.
Felicia could see the other four behind the scumbag thrusting into her. Clustered about as they, not so patiently, waited for another turn between her legs. All of them laughed and jeered encouragement to their friend, and disgustingly, her as well. Like she was an active participant in her ongoing debasement.
She watched as they chugged on the newest sexual aid to be provided by the Sex Arcade. Some kind of twisted Red Bull meets Viagra energy drink. It seemed to her that in addition to giving a body more stamina it both thickened up dicks and increased the output of their ejaculate. Felicia swore since the stuff had made its debut all the Arcade patrons were now sporting wood and popping cum like porn stars.
Fun for the clients, not so much for the women like her on the receiving end of the endless rapes.
Mumbles continued his verbal assault. Let her know how much she “loved black cock,” how she was an “addict who couldn’t get enough.” He had started gently at first, but now he was getting nastier, more vulgar. He swore and yelled down at her, ordered her to look at him as he let her know what a whore she was.
By the wild rutting her poor cunt was getting subjected to, and the shift in tone, Felicia knew he was getting close. Unbelievably, he stepped up the pace even further. Delivered a furious pounding that had her tugging at her restraints and crying out loudly. Then he dropped her legs and scurried up to place his knees on either side of her head. His hand stroked madly at his slicked dick as he bought it to her lips.
Felicia turned her head with a grunt of protest. She didn’t know why she bothered. It was just an involuntary action. She knew she couldn’t escape what he wanted. He was going to get his way. Just as the hundreds of others before him had.
“Open that fuckin’ mouth, bitch…” Mumbles gripped her hair and yanked back forcefully, his other hand still aiming his cock at her face while he jerked himself off. “Time you sucked down my spunk too, slut! NOW FUCKIN’ OPEN!”
Every now and then Prof X. influences his female members to examine a mysterious outhouse on the mansion grounds,
as soon as they open the door, they see a mess and a note on the wall:
“By the time U read this it wud B 2 late” – X
– The Dirty Monkey
Damn, I hope they have some kind of power dampener in there or those two dudes are gonna be in for one hell of a surprise soon. Oh who am I kidding? The people working at the Sex Arcade are professionals. They know everything there is to know about each of their “rides”, so I’m sure they’re well aware of Rogue’s special abilities.
What I wouldn’t give to have access to the Sex Arcade. And this ride in particular. I’ve had a crush on Rogue for as long as I’ve been reading comics…so, pretty much my entire life! I love how busty Sabu made her in this drawing. I always pictured her to be more of a thick, curvy girl. Not fat, just not a size zero either. You know, a meat and potatoes kinda babe.
Side note: 90s Rogue is my favorite version of the character. I really liked the design of the suit as well as the jacket over it. For some reason that was really big back then. You know, putting regular jackets over the spandex. Don’t quote me on this but I’m fairly certain Gambit started that trend. Well, I loved it then and I love it now. I want to see it make a come back, as well as the crazily designed costume underneath.
Holy shit…there’s a lot depravity going on in this drawing by Kras. I love the dude’s artwork, but he’s really getting deep into the whore genre lately. I’d love to see him change things up a bit, but hey, he’s the artist, he can do whatever he wants. Don’t get me wrong, I’m gonna like it regardless, I’m just not big into the whole female degradation niche.
I am into She-Hulk’s awesome purple hair. She looks amazing as a punk-girl!
Here’s another piece of anal fisting hentai by Sexgazer. I’m not sure if this is going to be a whole series or just a few one-offs. Either way, I’m cool with it because I absolutely love this drawing.
I can’t imagine sketching out this pose would be all that easy. Sexgazer definitely has a firm grasp on human anatomy to pull off a rending like this one. If I tried to draw it the proportions would be all over the place. But hey, that’s why he makes the big bucks! I hope we see more fisting pics in the near future from this very talented artist. Maybe some regular fisting instead of the anal variety? Just putting it out there lol
Art by Sexgazer ~ Hentai Foundry
Holy shit! That’s a lot of jizz dripping out of Laura Kinney’s gaping anus. I think it’s safe to assume that she won’t be walking right for some time. Then again, maybe her healing power will help her repair her loose anus. After all, no one wants to feel like they are throwing a hot dog down a hallway when they are doing a chick in the ass. It’s like the exact opposite of what you want to feel lol
Tick. Tick. Soft ticking in their cabins heralded the coming change of the hour. With a click, the internal clock of the structure flipped from 6:59 to 7:00. The breezy morning jingle played elevator jazz from concealed speakers throughout the crew sector of Level Four, stirring the off-duty occupants from their slumber. Those who turned in late the previous night grumbled to themselves over the prospect of having to wake up and go to work. The better rested sighed and steeled themselves for another busy day.
The third shifters working in the kitchens yawned off their exhaustion and donned their aprons after a couple hours of poker. The overhead lights and vats snapped on as they begun preparing the food for their waking co-workers. Several cleaners did a final wipe down of the tables, benches and floors. The liveliest section was the workshops. Those weary workers loudly rejoiced that in an hour their painstaking replication of the Subjects’ garments – which would quickly be ruined by enthusiastic clients – would be done for the day. Their revelry roared on even as the short jingle came to a close.
A pleasant electronic tone filled the gap between the wake up call and the announcements.
“Good morning, first shifters.” The sultry voice of the Matron Hostess came in over the intercom. “It is the start of a gorgeous Monday. If you switch to channel 3 on your cabin portal now, you will be able to catch the last mauve rays of early sunrise on the horizon. This is not an opportunity you may have very often so I urge you to seize it.
“Today’s announcements will be brief. Due to the diligence of our maintenance staff, the Sector 2 gym is no longer quarantined and is fully open to all SA crew members again. We all should have ample opportunity to maintain our exercise regimen. On today’s menu is the tempura shrimp special. View it on your portal for details, vegan, and gluten free alternatives. Hostesses, we have three new Subjects who arrived over the weekend. Our LDE crew members have described them as dangerous and skittish so please be careful and make their transition into their new lives smooth. I trust you will be diligent in watching over them and keeping them safe.
“Please see me if you have outstanding concerns. Have a fun day out there, everyone.”