Arcade's New Niche

M and Namorita

Monet St. Croix, otherwise known as M, couldn’t help but feel especially humiliated by her current situation, something she knew was intended by Arcade. Monet, as naked as the day she was born, was brought into a room that was made filthy by design, smelling of feces and semen, and had her hands shackled behind her back. The cuffs were quite ordinary and she could have broken them with her strength if she wished, but was warned by the guards of the consequences of doing so. Essentially, Monet was physically restraining herself to be raped.

The result was that her proud, magnificent 36 D breasts were forced up and outwards, her brown nipples standing on end, and she was left even more defenseless than before. Then, Monet was shoved down on a black worn, stinking mattress and made to wait for johns to rape her. She didn’t have to wait long. The first man was actually normal and something of a sadist. He tried pinching and mauling Monet’s chocolate breasts as foreplay, which were as hard as steel to him, so it barely bothered Monet. Beyond the filth daring to grope her, of course. But he regretted it as soon as he inserted his tiny cock into Monet’s steel snatch.

He could barely scream by the time Monet was done with him. Her tight pussy instantly crushed his cock and it was only because Monet didn’t want it left inside of her (which she knew full well Arcade would do) that she didn’t tear it off completely for daring to try to rape her. One guard helped the man limp away while another glared daggers at Monet.

“Damn it cunt, you’re not supposed to do that. You’re just some damn fuckslut!” He snapped as he glared down on her nude form.

“He wasn’t man enough for me.” Monet said in an offhand manner, seemingly ignorant of the fact she was laying naked on her back, at the mercy of these sadistic men.

“Heh, we’ll solve that real quick.”

The guard left, and quickly returned with a pale skinned, sharp-toothed criminal known as Tombstone.

“This piece of ass looks real sweet.” Tombstone observed in his usual, hushed tone. He dropped his pants to reveal his ready erection.

Monet’s heart dropped for a moment as she felt Tombstone beginning to enter her tight love canal with little problem, no matter how hard she clenched. Obviously, Tombstone had super strength much like Monet herself. There was no way she could crush this man’s cock like she’d done earlier. He ploughed into her slowly, gently pushing the pink folds of her pussy aside as he sank into her.

“So tight and warm…” Tombstone groaned as he pushed his pale cock into Monet’s taut pussy, her warmness quite unlike anything he’d felt in too damn long. Her pussy gripped his cock firmly, unlike the weak bitches he was used to.

Monet tried her best to remain impassive as Tombstone began fucking her. She knew not so deep down that Arcade would like nothing better than for her to break down and maybe lose her mind from the rapes. Monet would be damned if she broke with the first rape.

Tombstone, however, could care less about Monet’s state of mind. It’d been ages since he’d had a good, long fuck. One of the drawbacks of super strength was a slow and barely involved sex life. Stabbing a woman to death with your cock was one sure way to kill the mood. But with Monet, Tombstone could throw caution to the wind, and he did. He yanked his cock out, and then stabbed it back in. His hips slammed into Monet’s shaved pussy while he skewered her with his manhood, his cock bobbing back and forth as it was sheathed in her snatch.

Tombstone began suckling on one breast while he slowly fucked Monet with long, steady strokes. After several minutes of that, he used his mouth and began peppering Monet’s stomach, and worked his way up to her breasts with soft, caressing kisses.

“Ohhh…” Monet moaned, despite herself. She hated the small amount of pleasure Tombstone was forcing out of her body. He wasn’t an exceptionally brutal lover, which after a fashion made this all the harder to bear. No pain to block out the unwanted pleasure as her pussy started to moisten automatically in response to his skilled cock.

Tombstone worked his way up her smooth chest until he was finally at her mouth. Unbidden, he plunged his tongue into her warm mouth and explored it’s depths shamelessly. Monet let out a slight protest, but it naturally went unheard. Monet recognized that Tombstone was taking his sweet time, and hatched a plan. Controlling her breathing, she relaxed her inner muscles as much as possible. This didn’t go unnoticed by Tombstone who’s cock plunged into Monet up to the hilt and began raiding her womb. Tombstone now had free access to her most private depths

“Good bitch, you just take this like a good fuck slut.” Tombstone moaned.

Just as he said that, Monet clenched her muscles as much as her superhuman pussy would allow around Tombstone’s cock, milking it as much as she could.

“Oh God!” Tombstone groaned as the tightness around his cock increased ten fold and sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body. Unable to withstand such incredible pleasure, he spilled his seed inside Monet’s womb and collapsed on top of Monet in pleasure.

“You did that on purpose, didn’t you?” Tombstone asked as he slowly withdrew his cock and stood up.

Monet said nothing. She merely looked away.

“Well, I don’t care. Still the best fuck I’ve ever had.” Tombstone walked up to Monet’s face and grabbed her by the hair. Lifting her head up painfully, he placed it in front of his limp cock.

“I still need a cleaning, though.” He said with a sadistic smile.

Monet didn’t need any further prompting. She took the flaccid penis, covered with her own juices, into her mouth and covered it with her saliva. She then began sucking and bobbing her head back and forth, like the tool was a lollipop. Tombstone quickly came again, and Monet swallowed it on instinct. Tombstone dropped her back on the dirty mattress.

“You do it like a pro.” Tombstone commented as he secured his pants and left.

Monet took a moment to choke back the tears she refused to shed. She was vastly superior to everyone here. She would not crack, she would not cry and she would be damned if she let this place break her. She would do what she had to until help arrived, and then she would have her revenge. But she knew that if her façade fell, even for a moment, Arcade would destroy her.

“So this is the girl who they say is woman enough for me.” A deep, stony voice said. It sounded like concrete speaking. Monet opened her eyes to see a house of a man as broad as a Black Bear, twice as strong and wearing what appeared to be green 18th century clothes.

“You seem so fragile.” Mr. Hyde sneered. Monet broke out into a cold sweat at the very sight of the villain. Mr. Hyde was enormous, to put it mildly, and she had no illusions as to what the monster wanted from her.

“I see you tremble in anticipation of our session of love.” Hyde remarked as his eyes traveled up and down Monet’s quivering form, her breasts rising and falling in rapid succession as she anticipated her fate. She gulped loudly despite herself as the mammoth of a man examined her naked body.

Like any warm blooded man, Hyde liked what he saw. Monet’s chocolate colored skin, erect nipples, well-sculpted body and neatly shaved pussy almost called to him. But then, even if she were the ugliest woman alive, Hyde likely still would have been willing to rape her. Like Tombstone, most of the woman he fucked were simply too fragile for his depraved tastes.

“Let us see if your backside is as beautiful as the front.” Hyde stated as he bent down. He flipped Monet on her stomach and placed his left hand on her shoulder. Using his right hand, he then inserted his ring and index finger into Monet’s tight, virgin anus.

“Ugggh!” Monet grunted as Hyde’s fingers, thicker than the largest rope, painfully parted her tight sphincter. The pain only got worse as Hyde lifted Monet into the air by the fingers planted in her ass.

“Arrrrrhhhgh!” Monet screamed as her own body pushed Hyde’s finger deeper inside her young body and torturously impaled her ass. Hyde held Monet out in front of himself, as the young mutant was suspended in the air solely by the two fingers embedded in her burning ass. Monet’s legs swung about wildly, seeking the ground while Hyde carefully examined her backside.

“Do be quite, young lady. Compared to what is to come, this is merely foreplay.” Hyde warned. Monet was instantly silent, though she told herself it was merely to deprive Mr. Hyde of her screams. Several painful minutes later, Hyde finally dropped Monet back onto stained mattress.

The reprieve was short lived. Hyde reached down and grabbed Monet’s large breasts in his even larger hands. Taking her breasts between his thumbs and forefingers and hoisted her up into the air and brought her up to face level. A lesser woman likely would have lost her breasts, but Monet’s superstrength saved her yet again, though the experience went well beyond painful. Her breasts burned painfully like they were ready to tear off her body.

“Bastard!” Monet managed to hiss through clenched teeth. Mr. Hyde smiled, and revealed many jagged and distorted teeth with a grin longer than anything she’d ever seen. Somehow, it was then that Monet realized just how large Mr. Hyde truly was. This master of evil could likely fit her entire head inside his mouth and bite it off. Despite all her power and fit physique, Monet was just a small little girl compared to Mr. Hyde. She squirmed in agony as Hyde squeezed her breasts to gain her attention.

“I want your courage, whore. I want you to defy me with every last bit of fire inside your heart.” Hyde sneered. He then dropped Monet back on the soiled mattress like a sack of potatoes, “That will make this all the more fun. But, resist me in mind only or….”

Mr. Hyde left the threat hanging as Monet glared at the villain, and if looks could kill, Hyde would have fallen instantly. Regardless, Monet instantly became silent.

“Good slut.” He smiled, “now, sit up and spread your legs.”

Monet slowly complied. It was somewhat difficult to get into a sitting position, but Monet managed.

“No man wants sloppy seconds.” Mr. Hyde knelt down and placed his hand on Monet’s shoulder. Exerting a small fraction of his strength, he forced Monet’s head down to her violated crotch, “Be a dear and see if you can’t clean up the homestead while I prepare, eh?”

Monet, nearly choking on the stench of her own pussy mixed with Tombstone’s cum and seething inwardly, began to eat herself out for Hyde’s pleasure. She drew a large amount of salvia into her mouth, rolled it around on her lips and reached out and parted her pussy with her tongue. Like a house pet, Monet began to clean on her own pussy with her mouth.

“My, aren’t we an eager young thing?” Hyde asked as he slowly, carefully undressed, removing his pants and folding them properly. He set them aside thoughtfully, leaving his shirt on his chest and turned towards Monet, “you may stop now.”

Monet looked up from her ministrations and gazed up at Hyde and his erect cock.

She very nearly had a heart attack.

Hyde’s full erect looked more like an extra arm. It looked like an arm had been stolen off a body builder, shaped into a thick ropy penis and grafted onto Hyde’s body below the waist.

“You like, I see.” Hyde observed.

Monet began back-pedaling, but before she could even move an inch Hyde grabbed her about the hips and hoisted her into the air.

“I guess size really does matter.” Hyde smiled thru crooked teeth at Monet.

Monet began screaming the moment she felt herself being lifted into the air, and just kept screaming as she felt the head of Hyde’s cock slam into her pussy and embed itself there. It went beyond painful. It felt as though someone had literally ripped her apart at the center, and it had barely just begun.

Hyde, quite naturally, wasn’t even close to satisfied. The screams were pleasing, yes, but he looked down to see the tip of his huge cock barely swallowed by Monet’s steel cunt.

And so, he lifted Monet up off his cock. Her cries died down, but not for long as he quickly slammed her down on his cock again, this time making it a little farther inside of her pussy. But the warmth, the screams and incredibly erotic pain were more than enough to keep Hyde trying.

Monet could do nothing but scream and scream as Hyde’s cock began traveling deeper and deeper into her body. The first three inches, her hips felt like they were ready to dislocate. Another three, and Monet could feel muscles and tissues reserved for child birth ready to tear at a moment’s notice. All the while she could feel every groove, every vein of Hyde’s cock inside her pussy. Finally, he broke through into her womb and hit it’s roof. The impact actually jarred Monet’s teeth as she screamed.

Curiously, when his cock entered Monet’s womb, he stopped. He took his hands off her hips, and let her hang on his erect cock, supported by nothing but her own strength.

It took Monet a good ten minutes to finally stop screaming from the pain. Her pussy was spread to its absolute lengths and beyond, it felt more painful than childbirth. Her pussy felt like an inferno.

Finally, her face stained with agonizing tears and snot pouring down her nose, Monet finally found the strength to beg.

“P…ple…please…take it out!” She rasped, her voice barely above whisper.

“In due time, in due time,” Hyde smiled, “I just wanted you to be able to truly enjoy this.”

And suddenly, Hyde’s powerful arms lifted Monet into the air until she was almost completely off his supersized cock…and slammed her back down.

“Nooo! AAAAGGGGH!” Monet screamed even louder than before as she was bounced up and down upon Hyde’s cock, his phallus shooting up and down her pussy like a log.

“Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!” Hyde was in heaven as the chocolate skinned girl forcibly traveled the length of his cock, his embedded cock rubbing up against every inch of Monet’s super tight pussy.

For Monet, it felt like someone was forcing a watermelon up and down her pussy, battering her womb with the force of a jackhammer. She bounced up and down on Hyde’s cock, her long hair flying about and large breasts quacking underneath the assault.

Thankfully, Hyde was a man of strength, not stamina. He quickly came inside Monet’s snatch, his cock spewing unnatural amounts of cum inside Monet’s violated womb. Monet continued screaming as in the span of three minutes her stomach expanded as if her were nine months pregnant from Hyde’s ungodly amount of semen.

Satisfied, Hyde released Monet’s shoulders and let her fall to the ground, discarding her like a used condom. Without saying a word, he redressed and left, leaving a sobbing Monet who’s pussy leaked a slow, steady river of cum.

Monet didn’t notice at first when someone entered her cell again. Miss Locke placed her heel on Monet’s firm, round ass and pushed her on her back.

“Dear me, it looks like Hyde made quite a mess,” Miss Locke observed. She placed her heel on Monet’s still distended pussy and the white mess still flowing from the mutant’s pussy, “It’s easily fixed though.”

Placing her foot on M’s fat belly, Miss Locke pressed down and forced the gallons of cum out of the mutant’s womb and onto the floor. Monet felt violently ill and began dry heaving.

“I want you to know, dear,” Miss Locke began, “it doesn’t have to be this way. You have another customer, and then I’d like to talk to you about…employment.”

“You’ll free me?” Monet choked.

Miss Locke smiled, “Oh no, of course not. But, while you pleasure this next customer, I want you to think about something. There is a difference between fucking, being fucked and just fucked.”

Monet then wanted to tell Miss Locke to go fuck herself, but she felt the floor rumbling. Unbidden, the gamma spanned monster known as the Abomination stepped into the room. Without any pretense of foreplay, he dropped his pants and picked up Monet bodily in his large hands. Hardly a man for sloppy seconds, he placed Monet’s puckered pink anus against the top of his ready cock and let her weight do the rest. Miss Locke smiled, knowing Monet would soon be begging her for the ‘deal’.

After she stopped screaming, of course.