Arcade's New Niche

Tigra

"Alright catslut, on your knees!"

The guards kicked Tigra in the back of her ankles, and she fell forward painfully.

"You sadists better thank God you have me leashed," Tigra growled, "otherwise you'd all be meat beneath my fingers right now!"

"You keep telling yourself that, kitty cat," smiled one of the guards. He bent down to the kneeling woman and fastened a collar and leash around her neck, "but we caught you and you can be damned sure we'll tame you!"

"Now come on," the man yanked on Tigra's collar, which she instantly learned was a choker, "hands and knees only, bitch."

Tigra seethed inside as she was led away to the room reserved for her degradation. Crawling on her hands and knees, it was hard to keep up, but Tigra stoically said nothing, refusing to complain. With her enhanced senses and acute ears, she could smell how horny these men were and hear their hearts beat faster as they approached their destination.

Tigra, however, was determined to live up to her namesake. She was an Avenger, an elite heroine, and a damned good one at that. Let these bastards just try to break her.

After a good three minutes of walking and crawling, they reached the room reserved for the feline heroine.

The room was large, though the vast majority of it was kept in darkness so deep even Tigra's cat like eyes had trouble making out everything. But it was what she could see, easily, that worried her. Sitting underneath a single light bulb was a bare, wire bed. Next to that was several machines, a car battery and several wires.

Tigra felt her heart pick up, but refused to show it in her face.

"Ms. Greer, welcome," A man stepped out of the shadows. He was of regular height, dark hair with a bowl cut, wearing wide rimmed glasses and wearing a doctor's apron, "my name is Dr. Malus. Do you know why you're here, Ms. Greer?"

Tigra ignored the use of her real name, "So some perverts can get their rocks off inside of me. Don't need a doctor to tell me that."

"Well, there's that," conceded Dr. Malus, "but naturally, there's more. As a long time member of the Avengers, both east and west coast, you have had access to an amazing amount of personal information about both the Avengers and law enforcement in general. We'd like you to share that information with us. Please."

Tigra growled without even realizing it, "If you think I'm going to betray the Avengers, you have another thing coming asshole. Do your worst. I'll never give them up to scum like you!"

"Are you certain? I only ask because, let me assured you, if you answer my questions now, things will be far more pleasant for you than if you do not."

"Do your worst. I know you assholes are going to do it anyways." Tigra answered defiantly.

"Very well. Secure her to the bed. Jake, Ox, you two have your fun with her, then leave," the Doctor ordered.

"Aww, what about the rest of us?" complained the other men.

"There are plenty of other women here to rape," answered the Doctor, "remember, these ladies will be staying with us for a long, long time."

Tigra shuddered, instinctively trying to refute the Doctor's logic in her mind and failing terribly. After all, there was no logically reason that she could think of for anyone investigating her disappearance to connect it to Arcade. Hell, she'd barely heard of the guy before he had taken her.

The two men hauled Tigra towards the wire bed. Naturally, she struggled as much as she could, but the nanites in her blood acted like a muscle relaxant and in effect, gave her the strength of a normal woman, something her captors had no trouble handling.

They threw her on the bed roughly, the metal wires digging into her flesh but thankfully not slicing her. The two men worked professionally, taking the handcuffs and securing her to the bed quickly. Inside of a minute Tigra was cuffed and spread eagle across the wire frame. The two men took a moment to admire their work, and then pounced.

Naturally, the most well-endowed took her in the pussy while the other man shoved his cock in her mouth. Tigra did try her best to bite down on the offensive fleshy appendage, but Arcade left nothing to chance. The restraining devise barely allowed her teeth to intentionally touch the man's cock, let alone bite it off like she wanted.

The two pounded her body relentlessly. While they did that, Dr. Malus casually strolled over to her bedside.

"Enjoying yourself?" asked the Doctor.

Though her mouth was stuffed with one man’s cock and her hands cuffed, Tigra could still give the Doctor the finger.

"I thought as much. I simply asked, because I wish to point out that this will be the most enjoyable thing that will happen to you here in this room. You will not leave here until I get that information."

The Doctor walked back into the shadows, leaving Tigra to her two holed rape.
Eventually, but by no means soon enough for Tigra, the men finished their work. They came, spewing their vile seed inside of her. She choked down the spunk into her mouth, knowing they wouldn't let her spit it out, and sighed as the men climbed off her. The bed's metal wires had been cutting into her flesh, but with the pressure on her body gone, the pain eased up, if only a little bit.

"Finally, the apes are gone."

Dr. Malus strolled forward from the shadows and ran his eyes over Tigra's form.

"Remember, all you have to do to end this is give us what we want. Given what will follow, no one will blame you."

"I'm no traitor. I've beaten things that would eat you whole," Tigra hissed, "do your worst, you sick monster."

"No, no," corrected the Doctor, "torture is an art. One does not do their worst. They do their best."

Tigra then watched as the Dr. Malus removed several clips from the devise next to the bed. They looked like jumper cables from her perspective, with alligator clips with wires connecting them to the main devise. Tigra's heart began to hammer again.

"This may sting."

Tigra gasped as Dr. Malus placed the first clip on her right nipple. The teeth of the thing dug as far into her flesh as it could without severing the sensitive bud of flesh. While she was still reeling from the pain of the first clamp, Dr. Malus placed a clamp over the second nipple. Then, gathering a bigger, larger clamp, he hooked it onto Tigra's right breast.

When he was done, Tigra had three clamps on each breast. Two small ones biting the nipples and two larger ones digging into the surrounding flesh. Tigra took deep breaths to steady herself as she saw the Doctor calm approach her lower region.

The first clamp on her pussy was like a sudden knife through her privates and though Tigra refused to scream, she still frantically shook her head from side to side as if to somehow dislodge either the clamp or the pain from her mind.

Like the monster he was, Dr. Malus waited until Tigra had somewhat adjusted to the first clamp before he attached the second to the sensitive lips of her pussy. The feline Avenger was better prepared, clenching her eyes shut and willing the pain away as best she could.

It helped, but not by much.

By now, both sides of Tigra's pussy had painful clamps attached to them that seemed to want to devour her pussy, but she knew the worst was yet to come.

"Now, for the cherry, shall we say?" Dr. Malus laughed at his own twisted humor, while Tigra wanted wanted nothing more than to tear his tongue out of is mouth with her bare hands. Slowly.

Dr. Malus took out a smaller clamp, and with intentional slowness, placed it on Tigra's pink clit.

"Ugh!" Tigra, somewhat accustomed to pain, only grunted in response. Proud that she still hadn't screamed, the feline Avenger failed to notice the smile on his face.

Dr. Malus finished attaching the clamps quickly after that. One on each big toe and her tail, and he was done, at least as far as clamps went.

"Next, we need to make sure this room stays clean," Dr. Malus showed Tigra a 'U' shaped, studded dildo, allowing her to drink it in with her eyes for a moment. Torture was always better when the victim knew what to expect.

"You little piece of shit... you even think of putting that thing..."

Dr. Malus ignored the Avenger's rant, and applied only the bare minimum of lube before placing it before her exposed slits.

Tigra moaned in pain as the dildo entering her cunt aggravated the two clamps already latched to the insides of her pussy. She instinctively clenched her rear when she felt the dildo invade her anus, but she didn't have the strength or leverage to keep him out.

Dr. Malus eased the dildo inwards. When it was finally sunk in at full depth, Dr. Malus flipped a switch.

Tigra arched her back towards the sky and screamed silently as the dildo expanded like a bomb, the studs on the dildo filling the walls of her privates totally and utterly.

Wracked with pain, Dr. Malus easily jammed a ball gag into Tigra's mouth and secured it. A few minutes later, he then placed a specially designed helmet over her head. When Tigra opened her eyes again, she realized she could neither see no hear anything. Worse, the ball gag in her mouth was soaked in what had to be diluted garlic. The effect left a terrible taste in Tigra's mouth and meant that she couldn't smell a damned thing outside of the gag even with her cat like sense of smell.

When everything was done, Tigra was blind and deaf to the world, with nothing but pain to keep her company.

"I'm finished dear," Tigra quickly realized that there was a radio inside this helmet, "I'll see you again in a few days. We'll see if you're more talkative then."

Fat chance, asshole, Tigra thought to herself.

With Dr. Malus gone, Tigra did her best to adjust to the clamps latched onto sensitive parts of her body, and the dildo wedged in each hole.

At first, Tigra expected a group of men to burst in at any time and begin raping her. Staying alert as possible, she strained to sense something, anything outside of her bonds.

One hour passed, then another and no assault came.

Finally, Tigra decided that it didn't matter if she heard them coming or not. They'd rape her all the same and there'd be nothing she could do about it.

With the pain leveling off, Tigra turned her thoughts to the idea of rescue or escape.

Would her teammates know to look at Arcade for her kidnapping? Being honest with herself, Tigra couldn't see how they ever would. She'd never even heard of the bastard until he'd up and kidnapped her. There was always an outside chance, but Tigra couldn't see how her fellow Avengers and friends in the hero community would know to look for Arcade in order to find her.

As for escape...

As always, there was a possibility. But Tigra knew that was pretty slim, from what she'd already observed. Arcade kept guards posted at all times, and had implanted some kind of controls in their bodies that allowed him to do damn near anything with their bodies. There had to be at least two fail safes and who knew what else? Arcade was a professional, despite his seeming maniacal nature, and had apparently thought this through. He was smart enough not to take anyone too skilled with escape, like say Black Widow, prisoner as well.

Sure, there would be criminals who bragged about raping heroine pussy, and some snitch in law enforcement might hear them, but who'd actually believe them? Tigra could remember a half dozen perverted stories told by pathetic two bit criminals about how they'd taken a heroine, none of it true. Who'd risk crossing a contract killer like Arcade, who went into business out of sheer boredom?

Tigra considered all her options and possibilities as she saw them, and came up blank. For a full ten minutes, she despaired that they might not be rescued, and that her career as a heroine might come to an end as a burned out sex slave in some secret base somewhere. She shuddered to think what Arcade would do to them when he finally got bored with them.

Eventually though, Tigra's bleak mood broke. After all, she asked herself, how many other hopeless situations had she otherwise been in, and survived?

Tigra whittled away two hours imagining what she'd do to Arcade, Ms. Locke and then the guards, in that order, when she was free. How she'd mutilate their genitals, starve them into feebleness and then finally, tear out just enough flesh and vital organs to leave them alive but in agony for the rest of their days.

After that, Tigra spent the next three hours wondering how her friends and teammates in the hero community would see her, and the other heroines, once they were freed. Greer had been a cop, once upon a time and knew that the masculine culture frowned upon women who were raped in the line of duty. God forbid that they be victimized in a way that reminded the world of their gender!

They'd likely be shunned, quietly asked to disappear into the background. Well, fuck that, Tigra thought. She wouldn't let this follow her career, hell with that!

But all the same, a vacation would be required. Tigra passed several more hours fantasizing about what she'd do, when she was freed. Obviously she'd need a vacation to get away from the scandal, there was no getting around that. Maybe Paris, or Italy. No one would recognize her human form there, after all.

Finally, the Feline Avenger passed the time thinking about any random subject that came to mind. Trapped in complete darkness and silence, it was all she really could do.

Finally, exhausted beyond all measure, Tigra drifted off to sleep.

And that's when it happened.

Tigra was jerked back to the waking world when she felt twenty thousand volts of electricity shoot through her entire body. The pain was intense, like a thousand needles piercing her skin, and her muscles pulled taunt, but with nowhere to go. Tigra gasped heavily, her entire body aching from the electrical shock.

Now wide awake, Tigra wondered if the shock was to announce an approaching gang rape. So she waited.

One minute passed. Then two.

Finally, when five minutes passed, Tigra felt another electrical shock. This one was milder than the first, though with a clamp on every sensitive organ, she certainly felt it

Another five minutes passed, and the feline Avenger felt another painful shock. And following another five minutes, another painful shock came.

Control Booth

Dr. Malus watched with glee each time Tigra reacted to the electrical shocks. By now, she must have figured out the pattern and was bracing herself against it.

Good, thought the Doctor. That was what he wanted. He double checked the program, made sure that it would perform exactly as he wished, and then strolled away for a long night's sleep, the very same thing he intended to deny his victim.

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Three...two...one!

Tigra braced herself as another jolt of energy cut through her body.

It was as painful as the first time, but because she was ready for it, Tigra found it easier to deal with.

She began the count down again after another shock, but when nothing came, she began to wonder. Were they done? Or were they simply hoping she’d lower her guard?

Tigra braced herself for another shock, but there was no way to ready herself for what came next.

Her entire world exploded in eye piecing light and nearly deafening noise. The feline Avenger, with her enhanced eye sight and hearing was even more vulnerable to such a sensory attack. It felt as if someone was pouring acid in her brain and in a way, hurt worse than her rape.

Less than three minutes after that, Tigra felt an electrical shock in her right breast. But unlike before, this shock didn’t stop after several seconds. Two whole minutes passed, and when it was done, Tigra honestly felt as though her breast had been amputated and might slide off at any moment.

Too beaten to stay conscious any longer, Tigra fell into the darkness of her own mind…only to be awoken five minutes later when the dildos wedged in her pussy began to scorch and burn her insides.

Tigra lashed her head back and forth and struggled with every last once of strength to get free, but nothing she did had the least bit of effect.

After what had to be hours of pain (to her), the dildos reached their maximum temperature, and began to cool. Tigra felt every ounce of heat dissipate from her cunt and though she was exhausted beyond measure, couldn’t find any peace until they returned to normal temperature.

After that, Tigra simply laid there, her mind a swirl of suffering. She now recognized what they were doing, one of the oldest torture methods in the book.

Sleep deprivation.

Between the ache of her breasts, the scorching of her cunt and pain that racked her body, Tigra found sleep impossible. And she knew instinctively what would happen if she tried.

So for the next five hours, Tigra mustered her willpower to stay awake. She thought about old boyfriends, past adventures and old enemies, anything and everything to stay conscious. She barely noticed how disjointed her thoughts were becoming as time marched on.

Eventually, the last of her willpower spent, Tigra began to drift off. Greer felt herself falling asleep and terror washed through her body as she realized that her tormentors would never allow her rest, but she couldn’t do a damned thing to deny the physical needs of her body.

For five minutes, Tigra was allowed to sleep as peacefully as someone could, in her state, strapped spread eagle to a bed, her cunt and rear stuffed with dildos and clamps across sensitive parts of her body.

But once those five minutes passed, several guards were summoned to Tigra’s cell, each one holding a riding crop.

Tigra was torn from her peaceful sleep when she felt a lash across her breasts, followed by another and another. The men beat her exposed body relentlessly, silently. They spared no inch, whipping her from the soles of her feet to the tops of her breasts.

Tigra jerked back and forth, trying futilely to escape, when suddenly the clips attached to her nipples and clit became alive with electricity again while the dildo in her cunt began to shoot up in temperature.

Tigra howled in unimaginable pain as her breasts were beaten, electrocuted all the while the inner tissue of her pussy slowly burned. It was a hell unlike anything she had ever experienced before, and it continued for literally hours.

When one man tired, another was brought in to replace him, and when he tired, another replaced him. The line to whip Tigra literally extended out the door and stretched down the cell block. Nearly half of Arcade’s men were standing at the ready to whip the feline Avenger.

When the men and electrocution finally stopped, Tigra had been screaming her surrender through her ballgag for an hour, but no one could hear her.

Ironically, not five minutes after the beating ended, the Feline Avenger fell fast sleep. Her captors allowed this, as it made replacing the helmet and ball gag in her mouth easier.

They slid the two devises off with casual ease. To the surprise of no one, Tigra never even hinted at being aware of their actions.

Setting the ball gag and helmet aside, they placed another, more sophisticated helmet on Tigra’s head. Dr. Malus examined it carefully, making sure every wire was where it needed to be.

Once that was done, the Doctor stepped back, and four five foot airtight walls began to rise out of the floor around Tigra, for stage two.

Dr. Malus rubbed his hands together, ready to finish breaking a heroine.

A blast of noise and sound awoke Tigra again, only instead of a short burst, it was a long, shrill noise that didn’t finish for a full two minutes. By the time it was done, Tigra was blinking back stars. Her mind had barely cleared when he felt a jet of water slam into her back.

Assholes! Was the only insult her mind could form, having long past the brink of exhaustion. The feline portion of her brain began to tremble in fear of the water, but Tigra had just enough humanity to keep that fear in check, at least for the moment.

“Good evening,” said Dr. Malus, through the helmet radio. It was a lie, it was technically the morning for Tigra, but it was important to destroy her sense of time, “tell me, Ms. Greer, are you ready to cooperate now?”

“Go to hell!” Tigra yelled, her eyes wet with tears. As much as she feared the pain and God did she want to sleep, Greer knew that giving in would only make things worse. She had one last spark of defiance in her left, and Tigra was determined to use it for all it was worth.

“I see. Maybe some time under water will change your mind?”

They’re bluffing, they’re bluffing they’re bluffing

Tigra repeated those lines again and again, as if her very sanity depended upon it and in a lot of ways, it did.

Unfortunately, that did nothing to stop the water that gushed out from beneath the metal frame Tigra was strapped to. As luck would have it, the helmet that covered her head was actually useful in the feline Avenger’s attempts to ignore reality. She neither saw nor heard the water as it slowly crept up to meet her.

But the second it touched her skin, Tigra’s fear made up for lost time.

Half cat, Tigra was often saddled with instincts that would at times overwhelm her human traits. She chased mice when no one was looking, inspected men with an eye towards good breeding and too many other embarrassing traits that she struggled to hide from people, even her closest friends.

First and foremost amongst those was a fear of water. Tigra found that she could handle it when others nearby. She convinced herself that her friends would save her if anything ever went wrong, and considering the company she kept, it was easy to believe.

But alone, by herself, water terrified the cat woman. It was a fear stronger than anything she’d ever felt before and Tigra found herself helpless before such terror.

The sheer amount of torture, the lack of sleep and now water seemed to collide together in Tigra’s psyche, all at once. Fear was all that Tigra had, all that she could feel and all that she could remember.

As water crept up over her, Tigra fought her restraints with the passion of a madwoman. She wore her wrists raw as she struggled, but they gave nothing. Tigra screamed until her throat was hoarse, but no one answered. She wept bitter tears as she realized how utterly beaten she was. Even if she was rescued the very next second, Greer never thought she would recover.

Tigra had no idea when exactly the water receded, but as she felt it drain away, Tigra knew what was to come next. The straps around her ankles and arms were released and immediately, Tigra tore the helmet from her head and threw it across the room.

“That’s no way to treat our equipment,” Dr. Malus observed casually.

“I’m sorry,” Tigra flinched as if struck. The once proud heroine stared at the ground as if her life depended on it, unable to look her captor in the eyes.

“I know you are. Come here, and convince me that you’re sorry. Give me a reason why I should not strap you to that bed and simply forget about you.”

The very idea of reliving her punishment all over again would have voided Tigra’s bowels if they weren’t already empty.

“Well? I’m waiting…”

Tigra stood up and pressed down on her fur, trying to wring out some of the water that remained. She then looked towards Dr. Malus with a toothy grin, cupping her breast and began to saunter towards the depraved Doctor, swinging her hips and flicking her tail seductively.

Dr. Malus had to try so very hard to keep from laughing. In her attempt to be sexy, Tigra walked like a drunk and the bags underneath her eyes were anything but alluring.

But the way she moved still remained sexy, in its own way. The crippling fear that lurked behind her green eyes, the obvious desire to please no matter what and her wet, sexy body was still a powerful turn no, no matter how clumsy.

When she was within three feet, Tigra got on all fours and crawled towards Malus on her hands and knees with calculated slowness. When she reached his feet, Tigra reached out tentatively, and undid his zipper.

She carefully slid his boxers down, and with both hands, guided his hardening manhood into her mouth. She slid her tongue underneath the length, and worked it back and forth with a quickening pace. Dr. Malus tried to calm his nerves to keep from cumming instantly and thought of something, anything to keep from exploding.

Tigra was even more skilled with her tongue than Dr. Malus had originally thought, and that was saying something. Within a single minute, Malus found himself on the edge of climax when suddenly…Tigra stopped.

Malus looked down, confused and angry. Tigra looked up, a trickster grin on her face that promised more than a simple blow job. She silently pressed her hand against Dr. Malus, motioning for him to lie down. Curious, Malus complied, but promised with his eyes to make her pay if he was disappointed.

Straddling the Doctor who ordered her rape and torture, Tigra slid the man’s cock inside her slowly, squeezing it just enough to ensure that he felt every inch of her cunt as she enveloped him. Once the Doctor was fully inside, Tigra began to milk his cock, increasing her pace with each and every thrust.

Dr. Malus lay there in perfect heaven as the were-woman impaled herself on his cock. Just as he thought this experience couldn’t get any better, Tigra grabbed her breasts and began to play with her nipples, smiling a foxy grin as she licked her breasts.

“Have a feel,” offered Tigra as she took his wrists and placed them on her fur covered breasts. The softness, combined with the gentle hairs, was an experience Dr. Malus would have given millions for.

Dr. Malus had no idea how long Tigra had fucked him. He’d taken a Viagra in preparation, but an hour or a minute, it was pure heaven.

When he finally came, Tigra screamed like a banshee (in a fake orgasm, Malus knew that) and then collapsed across his chest, as if they were two old lovers.

“Did I do good?” Tigra asked. The desire for approval was genuine, knowing what would happen to her if she disappointed.

“You were exceptional,” Malus sighed contently.

“Then…can I sleep? Please?” begged Tigra. Her tone changed quickly and trying her best to sound seductive, said, “the things I could do with some rest aren’t legal in most states…”

“We’ll get to that,” Malus assured her, “but we have something else to do first.”

Six Hours later.

Tigra felt a cold splash of water slam across her body, jerking her away.

Tigra blinked heavily, the cobwebs of sleep still weighing heavily on her. She barely remembered where she was.

The world came into focus, and Tigra found herself alone in a cold, cement room that resembled the old police interrogation rooms that she’d used in the past to grill suspects. The room came complete with one way glass, though Tigra had no idea what was on the other side.

The room was virtually empty, except for Arcade and a TV stand next to him.

“You have a nice nap?” asked Arcade with a smirk.

“Yeah, this place is a real club med,” Tigra muttered.

“Why don’t you join me over here?” Arcade suggested, “I need you to see something before we move onto business.”

Tigra stood up, conscious to keep her hands at her side. She didn’t care to give Arcade a free show, but at the same time, she knew that to express fear or modesty in front of a rapist was akin to asking for more abuse.

Tigra reached the window, and what she saw made her eyes bulge.

In the center of the next room were Silverclaw and Firebird, naked as the day they were born. Their faces were on the floor, asses raised in the air with a metal bar that spread their legs apart. Their arms were inbetween their legs, chained to the bar that kept their legs apart.

Ten feet away were the nastiest pair of German Shepherds, locked in a cage that had a motor on top. The dogs were salivating, growling, gnawing on the bars in an effort to get out. Perhaps as an extra precaution, both dogs were leashed to the back of their cages.

“Believe it or not, those are porn trained dogs,” Arcade explained, “their trainer used to use them in a bunch of crappy porn before they got too aggressive.”

“You sick bastard!” Tigra hissed, “will making me watch get you off?”

“Oh, you wound me!” Arcade placed his hand over his heart dramatically, “you misunderstand me. I’m not going to unleash those puppies on your fellow Avengers. No, no, no. That’ll be all you…”

Tigra looked at the maniac as if he’d just grown a second head, “You can do whatever you want to me, but if you think I’d ever do something like that to a fellow human being, you’re even more insane than I thought!”

Arcade said nothing in response. Instead, he turned to the television sitting in the room, and simply turned it on.

Tigra watched in horror as she saw herself on the television, sitting in a wooden chair while a man sat in front of her taking notes.

“…Carol Danvers. She’s blond…former…army,” Tigra said, her head dipping up and down as she struggled to stay away.

“That’s enough for now. Now I’d you to tell me about Spider-Woman.”

“Then can I sleep?” Tigra asked wearily.

“Only if you give me the information I want. Now, Spider-Woman?”

“Which one?”

“Just tell me all you know.”

“Jessica Drew,” Tigra slurred out, “private detective, black hair, big slut they say. Other…other one…Julia Carpenter, straw berry blond hair…she’s a mom…”

Arcade turned the video off and looked towards Tigra.

The cat-woman fell to her hands and knees, dry heaving what little was left in her stomach onto the floor. Her memory of the past several hours came rocketing back to her and she was just now recalling how she’d betrayed the trust of other heroines, how she stabbed them all in the back for the smallest of favors.

“I may be crazy, but I’m not insane,” Arcade remarked.

Tigra was on the floor, her hands in her face as powerful sobs wracked her entire body. Normally, Arcade would worry if his victim could hear him over their own sobs (if came up in his old profession more than one might think), but he knew that with her sharp senses, Tigra couldn’t help but hear him.

That was why he singled her out, after all.

“You sold out your fellow heroines,” Arcade said flatly, “and not because we were raping you, not to save a life and not even to save a limb! You gave up your fellow heroines…for a nap.

Honestly, I’m a little disappointed. I had to gang rape, whip and throw all kinds of other abuse at the others before they even looked like they would crack. But you…keep you awake and you’re just putty!”

“Oh God…!” moaned Tigra. She felt as if the guilt would kill her any second.

“Can you imagine how your fellow heroines would react?” Arcade asked rhetorically, “I mean sure, you didn’t sell them out. At least not yet, but I can’t see them being too forgiving or trusting when they see the full videos.”

“You…you can’t!” Tigra sobbed. The idea of being alone, ostracized from her fellow heroines while she was a sex slave to this depraved maniac was too terrifying to think about, “I’ll…I’ll do anything!”

“I know,” Arcade smiled. He grabbed Tigra by the wrist, and pulled her to her feet.

“You’re going to be my spy. I want your cat eyes and cat ears listening for anything that might cause me trouble,” Arcade’s tone was deadly serious and though it shamed her to admit, that scared Tigra all the more.

“I…I’ve been gone too long,” Tigra said hastily, hoping or something, anything to make him reconsider.

“Not really. After the first day, I put your coworkers under with some sedatives. Your two Avengers friends are the only sluts awake,” answered Arcade smoothly, “and the only people they’ve seen is each other. You all you have to do is lie, when they ask you what happened. Maybe say you got gang raped by furries or somethin’.”

“I…I can’t…”

Arcade shrugged casually, “That’s your choice. Good luck surviving all this, alone. I mean, I promise your clients won’t have any mercy on you and when the day is over, do you really think that after being raped all day, your friends will rush to embrace a traitor?”

Tigra shuddered. The idea of being alone, truly alone, terrified her. Not so deep down, she knew she couldn’t endure that, not here.

“What…do I have to do?” asked Tigra. She knew those words were damning her, but the consequences otherwise were just too horrible to imagine.

Arcade handed Tigra a remote with two buttons.

“One opens the door, the other disconnects the leash. Gotta hold down on the first button, though,” Arcade informed her, “and it’s all or nothing. Got me?”

Tears streaming down her eyes, Tigra pressed down on the button and watched in mounting horror as the gate to the cages cranked upwards. But despite the bile in her throat (in response to her own actions), Tigra never lifted her finger from the button until the gates were fully up.

The dogs strained harder against their leashes, and Tigra could hear her fellow Avengers crying, praying for rescue. A cold sweat dripped down their bodies as they felt the hot breathes of the dogs waft across their naked rears.

Tigra’s finger hovered above the final and second button. She argued with herself passionately to press it, to end this all, but something, a little something, stopped her.

“I like you,” Arcade said, out of nowhere, “drawing out the moment, the kill. That’s good, but I’m on a clock babe. So unless you want to take their place…”

Tigra slammed down on the button.

The leashes disconnected instantly, and the salivating dogs that had been waiting in anticipation for over an hour charged forward.

“Aaaeeeiiii!”

“Someonebody help! Pul-lease!”

“Nonononono arrggh!”

“Mercy, please, mercy, God!”

Tigra watched in horror, both at the suffering of her fellow Avengers and what she had done. How could she ever call herself a hero after this? What kind of a human was she…?

“You can either keep watching, or entertain me,” Arcade stated, “but I think we should stay here till the end. It’s just too funny to walk away right now.”

Obediently, Tigra knelt down and crawled to Arcade’s waist. She slipped his already erect cock free from his pants, and slid it into her mouth.

Arcade sighed contently, and not just because of Tigra. He now had a reliable spy in the ranks of his slaves, one who would tell him anything and demand nothing in return. She’d also given him a wealth of information on other heroines that he could use at his leisure. And all it took was a little time and patience.

Plus, the scene unfolding in front of him was pretty good in and of itself. The looks of pain, disgust and horror on Silverclaw and Firebird’s faces was utterly priceless. The dogs fucked the two heroines like the animals they were, heedless of the pain and humiliation they were causing. Arcade had no idea how sexy a woman could be with tears and snot streaming down her face, but now he knew.

Arcade climaxed in Tigra’s mouth, and just knew tomorrow would be even better.