Arcade's New Niche

Namorita accepted the blue skinned cock into her luscious pink lips and into her mouth with little objection. She’d already serviced two other men before this cock, after all.

Behind her, the cousin’s arch foe known as Attuma was driving his meaty cock into her ass, jarring her spine as he throughst forward, fucking her like the bitch she now was to him. She rocked back and forth between her two rapists on her hands and knees, steady and humiliating. He watched her suck the cock of one of his generals with inadequate enthusiasm. Withdrawing the sword he kept at his side, he swung it outwards and held it high while his other hand gripped her long blond hair, pulling her head back and forcing the cock in her mouth even deeper down her throat.

“Suck!” Smack! “His” Smack! “Cock!” Smack! “With” Smack! “All!” Smack! “Your!” Smack! “Mouth!”

Tears of pain streamed down Namorita’s face now, her ass now doubly burning from her impalement and Attuma spanking her with his the flat of his sword, her ass cheeks burning. She needed no more incentive and rolled her tongue over the foul tasting cock.

The man finished quickly, like those before him. Namorita swallowed his load quickly and obediently

“That’s a good princess,” Attuma sneered. Tears threatened to stream down her face as Attuma used her official title to degrade her more, but she held them in. Namorita Printiss was the cousin of Namor himself, she would endure. Finally, the Warlord’s endurance was finally spent and he pulled out quickly, climaxing all over Namorita’s well tanned ass.

“The cousin of the mighty Namor,” Attuma put his boot on Namorita’s ass, and pushed her to the floor, “not so royal now, are you?”

Attuma and his men left, completely satisfied and laughing.

“Allow me to help, my princess,”

Two robotic maids, dressed surprisingly conservative, helped the naked girl to her feet. They carefully led the limping blond to an adjacent room where a warm bath was already drawn. They carefully lowered her in, and set about cleaning the stench of sex from her body.

“A lady must be ready for her next gentlemen callers,” the maids observed. One rubbed a damp sponge between Namorita’s legs while another one softly scrubbed some shampoo into her blond hair.

To Namorita, this treatment was almost as humiliating as the rapes themselves. The room was immaculate, the care soft and tender. Arcade was treating her life royalty, emphasizing her title while he degraded her. Not only was he rubbing her former position in her face, it was as if he was making light of what he was doing to her now. As if he somehow wasn't using her like a whore.

The bath lasted only ten minutes. Namorita was instructed to stand (which she did without question, though it shamed her), and the maids took some scented oils in their hands and rubbed it across her ample breasts. As much as she tried to ignore it, her nipples stood erect because of the attention. The maids dried her body respectfully, their hands never lingering. Finally, they placed a pink transparent robe across her and 'asked' her to wait.

Before they set her to see the next batch of ‘customers’, Namorita vowed just like Monet, not to let these bastards see her cry. They wouldn’t get one single tear from her and she would never beg. She was better than that.

"You may come in now, Princess," One of the maids. The respect in their tone of voice was like a knife to the heart.

The blond princess took a deep breath, and entered the room with her head held high, the only defiance she could physically muster.

What she saw when she entered the room caused bile to raise in her throat.

Waiting for her in the lavishly styled room were the thugs known as the Wrecking Crew. Piledriver, Thunderball, Bulldozer and Wrecker, villains who got by on their strength and nothing else.

Beaten by nearly every hero around, Namorita was certain they had plenty of sexual frustrations they wanted to work out, and there was only one of her.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Namor's hot cousin," Wrecker sneered as she walked in. Piledriver and Bulldozer whistled while Thunderball looked her up and down while licking his lips, "we owe your cousin for screwing up a job of ours!"

"Who hasn't?," Namorita spat. It was one thing to be submit to a member of her own race and culture, it was quiet another to bend over for the supervillain equivalent of the Chicago Cubs.

"Get tired of getting beaten up by Daredevil and the Girl Scouts?" she asked with an air of indifference, as if pissing these men off could redeem her soiled honor.

Wrecker's face became red with anger as his teammates looked at him and went 'oooo!' like little school yard bullies. With a look of pure hatred in his eyes, Wrecker stomped forward and grabbed Namorita by the neck.

"I was thinkin' about going easy on ya," Wrecker, his hand firmly planted around the blond's neck, brought her to within inches of his face. Namorita could smell his putrid breath, and if she could have swallowed, she would have spit in his face. But his grip was like iron, making it nearly impossible for her to breath, let alone spit, "but to hell with that idea. I've waited a damn long time to have one of you high and mighty bitches to play with, and who knows when I'll get a chance to do this again?"

Wrecker walked to the center of the room, still holding Namorita by the neck and dragging her like a rag doll. Though she clutched and clawed at the villain's hand, he was simply too strong for her, even though she had super strength of her own. With barely a thought, Wrecker tossed her to the floor.

"Fuck usin' a damn bed for this," Wrecker spat. His anger grew by the second. It was one thing not to get any respect in a fight. For better or worse, he'd grown used to it. But it'd be a cold day in hell before he took that kind of lip from a victim. Proper respect had to be shown!

He threw Namorita to the ground and growled, "We'll do you on the floor just like any other slut!"

Wrecker undid his pants in record time, and flipped the blond princess on her back. Bending over, he grabbed her well toned hips and pulled her crotch up into the air until it brushed against his ready cock.

"You'd have been nicer, we mighta been more gentle," Wrecker hissed. Then, using his incredable strength, he pulled Namorita's hips towards him and impaled her with his cock.

"Ugh!" Namorita grasped for air as the Wrecker thrust inside of her snatch. It was as if someone had punched her love canal.

"Ain't easy, is it?" Wrecker had a sneer plastered across his face, "maybe if you didn't mouth of, we coulda done this a little easier."

"Go to hell...pencil dick!" Namorita spat through clenched teeth. His cock was like a knife to her insides, made all the worse by the fact that she was completely dry.

"No...ugh!...that's...ugh!..." Wrecker began pounding away at the princess' cunt as he talked, "where...ugh!...I'm gonna send you!"

Each thrust, each lunge was like a punch inside her stomach for the blond heroine. She was strong and tough for certain, but the Wrecking Crew were a league above her in strength. The villain's penis might have well been a power drill.

"Like that, huh? Huh?" Wrecker mocked. Behind him, the Wrecking Crew watched in amusement as their boss fucked a heroine like a three dollar slut. Piledriver found it especially funny how the high and might cousin of Namorita's legs were dangling up in the air underneath Wrecker's armpits.

"You...arghh! won't get...away with this!" it was corny, but it was all Namorita could think to say with all the pain.

Wrecker stopped suddenly, "Say that again?"

"You won't get away with this!" Namorita said again, this time with far more fury.
"Hahahaha!" Wrecker began pounding into the Princess' pussy again, "tell me, is Namor somehow gonna change time so my little guy was never in your sweet pussy? Huh? Is he?"

When his victim didn't reply, Wrecker grabbed her clit, and gave the sensitive love bud a slight pinch.

"Arrgh!" Namorita felt as though the sensitive stub had been ripped from her body. Her body wracked with deep breaths (don't cry, damn it!) as she struggled to contain her pain.

"Answer me, you blond whore!" snarled Wrecker, "is Namor gonna make it so my cock was never in your pussy?"

"...no," Namorita hissed.

"Then I'm pretty sure I'm gonna get away with this!" Wrecker laughed. As he sawed into her, he watched with amusement as Namorita's long, blond hair came undone and was dragged back and forth across the floor. Namorita clenched and released her hands repeatedly, trying to relieve the pain that Wrecker's pounding cock forced through her body. It was like the pain of a knife and a fist to her pussy.

Thankfully though, Wrecker's stamina wasn't nearly equal to his strength. After the ten most brutal moments of her life, the Wrecker came.

"Ahhh!" Namorita couldn't contain her pain or surprise. The man's cum was almost as powerful as his cock. For a brief moment, it was as if someone had jabbed a needle in her pussy.

Satisfied, Wrecker dropped Namorita's ass to the floor like a used kleenex. As the heroine tried to catch her breath, Wrecker zipped his pants back and glanced towards his teammates.

"Your turn now, boys."

"Alright!" Piledriver (the big, blond and dumbest member) clapped his hands together and licked his lips greedily, "you in the mood for a three way, Thunderball?"

"Nah, I like to do my business alone," answered Thunderball, "you two go ahead. I'll go last."

"Suit yourself, man! Come on, Bulldozer, lets get a slice of heroine ass!"

"More like make us a hero sandwich!" laughed Bulldozer.

Namorita knew what was coming next, but all she could do was lay there and wait.

Piledriver looked down at his victim. The sweat that glistened off her body almost seemed to make her glow. Grabbing his blond victim by the wrist, he hauled the weakened heroine to her feet.

"Hope you didn't get too worn out, you still got three gents left!"

Piledriver grabbed her hips and with no pretense of romance, jammed his tool inside the underwater princess. Namorita threw her head back and cried out as the sensitive tissue that had been torn asunder by Wrecker was further ravaged.

As if that wasn't bad enough, Piledriver was hung like a horse. His cocked reached the entire length of Namorita's love canal and battered the roof of her womb. Namorita opened her mouth to scream, and that's when the villain shoved his tongue inside her mouth and began exploring it's depths. But before Namorita could even think to be disgusted, she felt Bulldozer's cock brush against her asscheeks.

"Incoming!" laughed the villain as he ploughed his cock into Namorita's vulnerable rear. Namorita's eyes shot open, and she would later find that she was grateful that Piledriver's tongue choked off any screams.

"This is one fine sandwich we got us here!" chuckled Bulldozer. He lifted up Namorita by the back of her legs for better penetration, and went to town.

Namorita tried to sink into herself, to somehow fall inwards like so many other rape victims had done, but found that impossible while the Wrecking Crew was punishing her body.

Piledriver's organ inflamed her pussy, raking over the tissue that the aptly named Wrecker had already torn and pulled while Bulldozer's cock seemed to batter the organs in her tight ass. As if that weren't enough, their steel hard cocks pressed against one another, pinching the walls between her pussy and anus painfully.

"Can you believe these things are real?" Piledriver pawed Namorita's breasts, enjoying the fact he didn't half to hold back his strength as he molested a woman.

"Man, you should feel this ass! Unbelievable!" Bulldozer puctuated his statement with a powerful thrust that literally pushed Namorita two inches in the air. A normal women would likely have been killed by such a thrust, a submariner could endure, though not painlessly.

Namorita bounced up and down on their cocks, and felt the full lengths of their man-hoods painfully sheathed inside her. As the pain grew worse and worse, she wrapped her arms around Piledriver's neck and drew him into an embrace. While she did that, she also skillfully clenched her pussy and rectal muscles. In her mind, she pretended like she was making love to a handsome gentleman, not two slobs. She didn't believe much, but the lie was better than the reality.

Of course, all Piledriver and Bulldozer cared about was that their victim was now skillfully milking their cocks.

"Damn, she even likes it!" Bulldozer and Piledriver laughed together, and it echoed in the young princess' ears.

When the two villains finally climaxed, it was twice as painful as when Wrecker finished. The two rapists came within seconds of one another. Namorita had barely recovered from the pain, the literal gut punch of the first climax when the second one struck her with the force of a runaway train.

"Whew!" Piledriver wiped his sweaty brow, "haven't had a fuck like that in years."

When the two pulled out, Namorita fell bonelessly to the ground, her lower body aflame with agony.

"Looks like we wiped her out!" commented Bulldozer. He zipped his pants back up, "Sorry, Thunderball. We did offer to go together."

"Don't worry about," Thunderball assured them, "she's still got some life in her yet. But she'll have a lot less if she doesn't come over here and introduce herself."

Slowly, like a zombie, Namorita pushed herself up off the floor. As she got into a standing position, she tried not to think about what felt like a gaping wound in her nether regions. Slowly and carefully, making sure not to stand too straight lest they decide she could suffer more abuse, Namorita crossed the agonizing distance of ten feet to where Thunderball was standing. When she reached him, Namorita chose to stare at the ground, unwilling to look such scum in the eyes.

"Okay, white girl. Take out my little girl and prep him for some fun, would ya? Use your hands to wake him up, got it?"

Namorita told herself that by cooperating, she was simply sparing herself more pain. But as she knelt down, unzipped Thunderball's pants and gently eased his cock out, she couldn't help but feel she was surrendering her dignity.

For Thunderball, watching this proud heroine debase herself on his orders was better than sex. He thought his teammates were idiots for just fucking her, not when they could have done so much more.

Ah well, their loss, he reflected.

He groaned in pleasure as Namorita's delicate hands brought him to full attention.

"Okay, take it in your mouth. Shouldn't need me to tell you what to do now, and don't you dare stop!"

Hesitating only for a second, she took the fleshy pole into her mouth, and began bobbing her head back and forth while running her tongue over the tip of it. The smell was disgusting and the taste was worse, but she hoped that this small humiliation would finally bring an end to her suffering.

"Use your breasts, gimme a tittie fuck, you whore. And look me in the eyes while you're blowing me!"

Namorita pulled back and started mashing her breasts against his cock, but found that looking him in the eyes while she did tittie fucked him was the hardest thing she'd done yet. But she still knew better than to hesitate.

Looking down at the blond beauty, feeling her breasts and mouth on his cock, Thunderball couldn't remember a time he felt more pleasure. A former scientist, he remembered all those blond airheads at college who never gave him the time of day, who fucked their way through each and every class. A smart man, he never let that get to him, but he always held a secret fantasy of taking one of those whores, forcing them to their knees and just having his way with them.

He could see the fear in her eyes, and knew why she was so scared. Three of his teammates had just cum in her with the force of a shotgun. Just icing on the cake, really.

As the seconds ticked by, Namorita grew more and more fearful. Half of her felt like she was sucking on the barrel of a shotgun, not a human cock. Would he turn aside, or cum in her mouth?

"Don't...uhhh!...stop!" threatened Thunderball. He was struggling now, not to cum. Like the rest of the Wrecking Crew, it'd been too long since he'd gotten any, so he wanted to enjoy it as best he could.

Seconds ticked by, and beads of fear fell down Namorita's face. Her entire body trembled as she pressed her breasts and suckled at the villain's pole. An entire two minutes had passed since she began, and it might as well have been an eternity.

"Da...damn!"

Thunderball climax as powerfully as his teammates, only this time right inside Namorita's mouth. She was thrown back by the force and landed face up. Her jaw ached, as if someone had taken a sledge hammer to it. Even worse, the ceiling had a mirror, and she could now see the full damage the 'Crew had done to her body. Her breasts had hand shaped bruises all over them, her pussy was swollen and raw while purple and black bruises littered her body.

In short, she looked like hell.

Even worse was the Wrecking Crew. They had seen the whole thing happen, and were laughing like jackals while patting their friend on the back.

"That was awesome!"

"Did you see the look on her face! Hell, I shoulda done that!"

Now sated, the bastards seemed to ignore her presence. She was just another object in the room now. Fixing their pants, talking about their next score, they acted as if they'd just had the time of their lives as a party, not having just finished raping her.

Now alone, Namorita placed her hands over her face, and cried.


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