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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!”
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.
Selina Kyle closed her eyes, and, for the briefest of moments, lost herself in a cloud of mind numbing euphoria. In the dream she was ‘Catwoman’. Prowling over the rooftops of Gotham City. Clad in skin tight leather she would leap from grey-hued concrete buildings, send her whip to crack out from her hand. Snag at rust pocked fire escapes and weather worn gargoyles. Propelling herself through the air she would swing down dingy streets and alleyways with displays of agility that put world class gymnasts to shame.
In that dream life she was master of her own destiny. Slave to no one.
“Open those pretty eyes, Selina.” demanded a gruff voice.
Reluctantly she did as commanded. Cracked open her cum smeared lids to stare down the barrels of a dozen angry cocks. All were aimed squarely at her as she was forced to crouch low. Her wrists bound to the floor and her face inches from a small, block like, shiny metal table. A bowl placed upon it, the name ‘Catwoman’ scrawled along the side in thick permanent marker. Selina’s eyes glanced down. The light purple plastic pet food dish was already half full of pearly cum. Run off from the cocks that had been plastering her face and mouth over the past few hours.
Her thighs burned with exertion, her ass raised high into the air. Legs kept almost straight by the binding bars that spread her ankles wide apart and tested her innate, near super-human, flexibility to the breaking point.
The man behind her didn’t seem to care about her comfort of course. None of her rapists ever did. He grunted and swore at her. Called her exactly what she now was as he clenched her hips in an iron grip. Mercilessly rammed his thick length into her poor abused pussy over and over. His heavy, sweaty balls swung back and forth to slap a steady rhythm on her swollen clit. The action sent humiliatingly pleasurable shocks throughout her body.
Selina Kyle. aka Catwoman was only one thing now.
“Hey, Jesse… nuff.. looks .. ahh AHH haa… looks like my ‘Meat Rocket’ is b-blasting off…Ahh… Aggainnnn!!”
Jesse felt thick spurts of cum coat the back of her throat. She swallowed involuntarily as the goonie faced nerd gave a few more hard thrusts that tickled at her gag reflex. His hand gripped her long purple hair tightly. He tugged on it. Pulled her face about roughly until his dick popped free from the ring gag stuffed between her shiny, cum smeared, lips. With her hair wrapped around his fist, he had guided her mouth up and down his shaft until he exploded. Not just once, but twice! Thankfully, the second time, he withdrew relatively quickly, before any more of his disgusting seed worked its way down into her belly.
How could he have so much left in his balls? The bitter thought raced through Jesse’s mind as cum continued to pump from his cock onto her face. It was less of a load than the first, though, not by much.
She sucked in a lungful of air. It was hard enough trying to breathe around a thick, thrusting cock in her throat but, having her old ‘enemy’, and now often times ‘partner’ Misty, lying between her breasts and on her spunk-filled stomach, definitely didn’t help matters.
Leaning on her tits Misty groaned as she was rocked back and forth from the cock that continued to slide in and out of her pussy. She burped up a little cum from a previous client and it dribbled from her lips to spill over Jesse’s much larger chest. Judging by the dazed look in Misty’s eyes, and by the absolute hammering her sucking cunt was receiving, her client definitely knew how to handle his dick.
Barret grunted. His massive arm cannon slammed into the mattress mere inches from her face, the thick metal making the bed’s frame groan under the weight of the impact. The brunette recoiled, wincing at the sensation of her sprawled hair being tugged. She slapped his thigh, to which he shifted.
Tifa exhaled as he lifted his arm. She swept her long locks to the other side of her sweaty scalp where they pooled on the wrinkled bedsheet. Now her hair was going to cling to her body like her drenched clothes. She sighed.
“That was close,” she said, eyeing the massive gun as it rested back into place.
“Sorry, hun.” He groped her ample bosom, squeezing it tightly as he drilled into her ass. The combined sweat of their bodies sustaining the lubrication of her fluids on his cock. The fat crown speared back and forth in her clenching flesh with ease. Each thrust squelched and made his chiseled body rub against her mostly bare back. “I am just really getting into it.”
“I can’t fix anything if my head is crushed.” She bit her lip as she thrust back against him as much as she could with her shorts around her knees.
“Don’t worry about my aim.” He retreated from her and thrust to the hilt several times in quick succession, each one slipping into her ring perfectly. He nuzzled her neck while she began to pant.
“Oh god, the way you fill me…” She grabbed at the soggy bedsheet as he picked up the pace, battering her ass with his meaty hips. He seized a handful of her long hair and pulled it back, making her gasp.
Through an open window behind the pair in congress, Alpha and Gamma silently observed. They stood under an awning of moldy wood and displaced branches, mostly concealed from view. Delta had taken position upon the roof of a multistoried building in a nearby corner of the village, watching the streets for wandering villagers. The only squad member with her cloak engaged was Beta.
The muscle of the group was likely beginning to lose her patience with the waste of her cloak’s power, Alpha’s leadership, the searing midnight heat… She would have to retreat into the forest to give her cloak time to recharge the way the mission was going.
Alpha backed away from the window and sighed, leaning against the building. The village had an unearthly glow in the dead of night that turned her white uniform teal, though it had not yet been submerged into the lifestream by Ultimate Weapon. It was only a matter of time until the beast arrived, if the timeline of the game was to be believed. However, as was becoming evident by the scene Gamma continued to spy on – clenching her thighs together – the disparity between these living worlds and the media they were borne out of (or was borne out of them) was significant.
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.”