Sex Arcade: The Black Cat

Chapter 0 - The Black Cat: Sex Arcade

Story by:Scratch, Check out more of his works on his site: Manaworldcomics.com, Or onhis Paetron.
Illustration by:Sabu

SEX-ARCADE BOOTH 083 DATA:
Subject: Black Cat
Occupation: Thief / Superheroine
Hourly Charge: $ 300.00
Acquisition Date: 26/07/2015
Acquisition Level: Medium

Felicia Hardy - The Black Cat

"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 victims. A few yards away sat a second bed. Hidden behind a thick purple curtain to separate the room for a little privacy. Another client, a woman, 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 a while. 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 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 Sex 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 clumsily 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, perhaps thousands, 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 for your cream kitty! NOW FUCKIN' OPEN!"

Felicia did as he ordered. Parted her lips to allow him to guide in his dick. Mumbles leaned on the wall with one hand while the other shoved her head up and down. Made her gurgle and gag as he worked himself the last of the way. She squeezed her eyes shut tight as his cock slipped deep. Over and over. " Oh yeah gonna feed you... suck it, slut!"

Felicia felt his balls tense as they were pressed hard to her chin and then came that horrible warm gush at the back of her throat. Mumbles groaned and tugged her head back until just head of his dick was still crammed in her mouth. "Open yer e-eyes and l-look at me..Ohh.. UnNh F-ffuck... Yeah, you taste that? You ahh...y-you black cum burping bitch..."

Another of the bastards was leaning over her. A small camera phone held in his hand as he panned around to capture her hateful gaze while she glared up and choked down the heavy load.

The cushions under her ass sank as someone else moved into position. Felicia groaned around the twitching cockhead in her mouth while her legs were pushed up and spread wide. Another dick, again, hastily inserted into her gaping hole.

By his girth she could tell it was Gerome. One of her more loyal clients. She most likely had him to thank for this damn gang-bang party. Probably wanting to show off to his friends. Much of her time here was a blur, but she remembered her first time with Gerome vividly. Like it had been burned into her memory. She’d been paired up with another cat themed heroine for some kind of ‘Special Event’ party. She remembered thinking how strange it was that she had never heard of this ‘Catwoman’ before. Especially for someone with a look and theme so similar to her own.

It was then Gerome had taken her with that enormous cock of his. Jammed it up her ass while she’d been forced to lap at a bowlful of cum. Somehow it had prompted a race of sorts. Both her and Catwoman had then been strung up in a kind of bouncy bondage apparatus and fucked hard. Forced to see who could make a hundred men cum first.

Though it had been a close race, unfortunately, she had won.

Ever since her client base had nearly doubled. Due, in no small part, to her “Rate your Ride” score jumping to an impressive 93% from the number of high votes given by the bastards she’d pleasured that day.

The man in her snatch hilted himself with a powerful stroke and Felicia let out a loud moan around the cockhead still in her mouth.

"You kidding?! No fucking way! It's my turn, man."

Felicia couldn't see who was talking around the men who still leaned over her. Capturing her face on video as the last bit of spunk was coaxed into her mouth. The dick finally ceased its spurting and Mumbles popped it free. The bastard smacked his cock over her face while he grinned down, obviously enjoying his domination of her. The spongy dick-head made wet slap slap noises whenever it met her cheeks and lips. He grit his teeth and gripped the base of his length. Squeezed out a final dollop of cum and pushed down on her chin with a thumb to wipe it over her lips. Felicia snatched her head to the side angrily as Mumbles finished and started to climb off of her. The cameraman slapped his back on a job well done.

"C'mon man! Let someone else get in there for a change."

"Alright, alright. Chill the fuck out, bitch. You'll get her soon enough."

Between her legs she now could see it was indeed Gerome pushing into her. His massive length pumping in and out. One of his buddies, a thin light-skinned 'gangsta' looking thug shoved at him, an annoyed expression on his face.

"Nah, nah, G! Fuck that! Look we need to, like, change up this shit up or something 'cause I'm getting blue balls here. I only dropped load twice in this slut and I wanna get my money's worth outta her ass."

"True dat man." Another oaf said nodding his head and looking at his watch, "We only got another couple hours with this... Ummm... Who's this chick again?"

Gerome paused mid thrust and turned to the man who spoke "What the fuck, Munny, she's the Black Cat!"

"Oh.” Munny drained the last of his Arc Aid, crushed the can it and dropped it to the floor, “Sorry man, I don't read that Japanese Manga stuff."

"Are you serious." Gerome slammed away at her snatch in agitation, the act caused Felicia to squeeze her eyes shut and grit her teeth. "No, you dumb ass. She's from Spider-man! She's one of his bitches."

"Oh yeah right. Okay, he is the dude that shrinks right?" Said the cameraman still filming her pained expression as Gerome fucked her hard.

"Nah, Dev. Yer thinking of Antman." The 'gansta' youth said absently, still fiddling with the S-A pad in his hand. "Anyway, listen, I'm getting them come in and move this chick, alrite?"

Felicia's heart sank at Gangsta’s words as Gerome stepped up his thrusting. It was bad enough getting raped one at a time by the creeps. If she was put in a new position that gave them better access to her body, she would soon be in for a very rough time.

"You muthafucka's need to get some goddamn culture." Gerome picked up a marker from off the bed sheet, un-capped it and added another stroke line to her thigh, "Always whacking off over them video game sluts. Told you before, Marvel got the sexiest bitches around. And Spidey is the man! Black Cat, Gwen Stacy, Mary-Jane.”

"You telling me Spider-Man smokes blunts?!" The cameraman laughed, "Damn that shit is funny."

"No, you clown. MJ is his wife. This hot red-head model chick." He paused in his thrusts and got a wicked grin on his face. "Shit! Can’t believe I never thought of that! We should see if she is available here too!"

Wife? Black Cat grunted as Gerome placed his large hands on her chest and leaned on her for support. She knew about Peter and his interest in that red- head tramp. But he wasn't married? That couldn't be true. Just how long had she been trapped here?

"S-Spider isn't... m- ma-married..." Felicia huffed the words due to the lack of breath from Gerome's weight leaning on her tits and the absolute pounding he was giving her.

"Oh damn, you must be from before that, huh? Yeah Spidey's off the market, girl. I don't buy into all that One-More, Brand New Day, bullshit." Gerome grunted, "But don't you worry your pretty little head. I got plenty of dick for your sweet ass. Right?"

Felicia tried to keep the tears from spilling from her eyes, but it was too late. She didn't know how these men all seemed to know the things they did. It was as if they were watching her all her life. They knew about secrets she never told anyone. Private thoughts. Was what Gerome saying true? That Spider wasn't out there tearing the city apart looking for her? That he had moved on. Gotten married to that… that red head bitch?!

Gerome gripped her ankles and pulled them around his back as he thrust. Felicia's mind churned. Her stomach felt sick, this time not from the multiple loads of cum sloshing around in her belly. Her legs tightened around her rapist, ankles locking around each other. Unconsciously she encouraged Gerome to defile her. To ruin her. To treat her like the cock hungry whore they all told her she was.

"Oh FUCK! Yeah, that a girl! Pull me into that cunt..."

Felicia sobbed, bucked her hips, and tugged pitifully at her bonds. "He's n-not... He's not... c-coming..."

"Oh yeah I am, bitch..." Gerome gripped her neck and turned her head to look at him, "Cumming all up in that tight white pussy."

Felicia screamed loudly as she felt the pressure building. That love/hate emotion as her rapists made her feel pleasure that she didn’t want. For once she welcomed it. Hoped that it would take away the pain she felt at the news of her lost love. Her cunt clamped down and warmth flooded her insides. Geromes meaty rod shuddered, began to fire again and again deep in her body. He grunted through the orgasm then smiled down at her, his gold tooth glinting in the light. “Best pussy in the Arcade”

"Oh my! You really gave her a good one that time, Sir." The voice was female.

Through blurry eyes Felicia saw one of the hostesses at the side of the bed, stroking her hands over Gerome shoulders and back. Then she reached down to fondle at Felicia's clit. The action caused her to gasp and buck wildly when the woman flicked at the almost painfully over-sensitive nub. The hostess giggled like a silly school-girl as Felicia tried to escape.

“Please s-stop... AHHH... STOP!” Felicia cried and wriggled around, still impaled on Gerome. Finally, the hostess ceased the torture of her clit and trailed her fingers upwards. Traced the letters that the men had written just above her abused snatch. Felicia looked down at the words ‘Black Cock Here’ and the arrow pointed down at her pussy. Coincidently, still stretched vacuum tight around Gerome's pulsating ebony python. On her thigh there were already eight stroke marks, counting off each time they had used her so far.

"Now boys.” Felicia groaned as her captor played up to them. Bounced around like some airhead bimbo. “We all know that she loves getting her holes stuffed full of big, black cocks. But, I hope you know that writing on the Subjects is kinda a no-no." She waggled her finger playfully and gave a cute pouty frown to the bastards. "Now, in the VIP rooms it's okay... but please make sure you don't do that out on the main floor. Alright handsome?" She leaned over and stroked at Munny's fat length. "I don't want any of you or these great big, beautiful dicks getting in trouble, or heaven forbid, kicked out of the Arcade."

The men nodded and grinned like idiots.

"Great! Now, you would like a position change?" She smirked and glanced over toward Felicia. "I think I have just what you need."

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Felicia was exhausted. On her side, arms restrained behind her back. Her neck still bound to the wall. Now though, all three of her holes were stretched tightly around the thick, meaty cocks of her clients. Just as they had been ever since the bitch had repositioned her more than an hour ago.

Munny kneeled by her face, his fat dick stuffed down her throat. Balls tight against her chin. She could still taste her pussy juices on his length. He seemed to enjoy face fucking her slowly. It was damn tough going though and Felicia found herself wishing he would just pound away. Get it over with. Instead, he would, almost gently, pull his length out. Nearly clear her mouth before he’d fed it back to her. Each time she would cough and gag as he reached the back of her throat. Then he would stop. Wait until she finished her sputtering fit. Wait until she opened her teary eyes to look up at his face before he would insistently push all the way in. With his hands at the back of her head and under her chin he would hold her there at the base of his dick. Let her make obscene wet choking noises as she tried to breath around the hot shaft. Then, in agonisingly slow motion, he would pull out and start to repeat the process.

Gerome was the complete opposite. He had his length buried in his favourite hole. Brutally thumped away at her ass like a man possessed. One of his strong hands held her leg almost straight up in the air.

"Fuck I love this tight ass... HhHUMmpf.. I know you hate a cock in your asshole..Nuuff... But you’ll take every inch… Hear me, Felicia? Spidey don't give a shit about you. This is what you were made for. Pleasing cocks.” Gerome grunted as he thrust into her. "Pleasing MY cock..."

The light skinned Gansta was back in her snatch again too, pile driving away. His hands gripped her full breasts. Squeezed and rolled the fat orbs over his face as he made stupid warbling sounds before returning to bite and suck on her sensitive nipples. She could feel the dicks pushing against the thin wall between her ass and pussy. Their size and thrusting rubbing at her most sensitive areas.

Mumbles had taken over as camera man now as Dev sat on the couch across the room. The bitch hostess on her knees, fluffing away between his legs.

“How’s her throat, Munny?” The camera zoomed in on her face.

“Ahhh shit… she’s hands down, gotta be the best cocksucker I’ve ever had.” Munny pulled back and forth this time not pausing as she gagged and choked. “You hear that sweety? You a gawddamn master.” His hand patted the top of her head while the other stayed cupped under her chin. “You ready?” Munny asked after a few more strokes, almost as if he cared about her answer.

He pulled out and held his fat, slimy cock a few inches away, spit bridging from her lips to the bulbous head.

“Please.. I can’t… uuhh..I can’t... not again…” Felicia sobbed.

“C’mon.. c’mon, it’s okay. Just keep that cock-hole open nice and wide... You can do it.” Munny spoke low, stroked his dick at her face then gently pushed her lips open with the tip. Felicia groaned and frowned from the pounding in her holes while he tilted her head back, positioned her just right. Her lips remained open for him though and he started to coat her tongue. Felicia felt her mouth fill with the second and third spurts as he adjusted his aim.

“That a a-ahh.. that a girl…That’s a good girl…” Munny continued to pet her head as he looked down and filled her mouth with his obscenely large load. “Here we go just a bit..a bit more… Nuufff… Kitty cat needs all that cream...”

Felicia kept her eyes looking up as Munny grinned down at her filled to the brim mouthful of spunk. He stroked her head like a pet and she frowned even as she continued to be bucked about from the pair of clients below her waist.

“No, keep it open.” Felicia heard from the side as Dev hurried over his cock hard and still slick from the hostess spit. He positioned his angry length at her lips and let out a awful Ahhhhhh sound as more ropey spunk fired out to join Munny’s load in her mouth, puffing out her cheeks. They grinned and smiled down at her while they scooped access cum from her body. Pushed it into her mouth with the rest.

“There we go, all nice and clean.” Dev said. “Now eat that cum, bitch”

Felicia closed her lips and shook her head desperately from side to side, trying to simply will it not to happen. Then, her throat convulsed. Her muscles so well trained she swallowed without thinking.

“Let’s see? All gone?” Munny looked down with a shit eating grin on his face.

Felicia frowned but opened her mouth and lifted her tongue for inspection, moved it from side to side. Showing that she had indeed done as they wanted. Again.

The screen above the bed beeped for a few seconds and a 15-minute warning flashed across the display. Felicia practically screamed. As much as she hated the endless hours getting raped, the final minute countdowns were the worst. Clients, knowing they were running short on time always got desperate, tried to squeeze in as much use and abuse as they could before the clock ran out.

This time was no different. Gerome gripped her hair. And with her luxurious white locks held in his hands like reins yanked back hard, fucked her with jackhammer thrusts. He didn’t last much longer after that, but as soon as he finished Mumbles and Dev were there. Trying to stuff both of their cocks into her ass at the same time while she screeched like her namesake. Gansta cut off the squeals by gripping her head and burying his length down her throat. His dick still sticky with cum and her own pussy. He thrust away while Munny grabbed a far too large dildo and began to try and work it in and out of her aching cunt.

Felicia shook, muscles tense and straining. She fought and tugged uselessly with her bonds while the timer clicked down in what seemed like slow motion.

Finally, it reached zero, though they were seven horribly long minutes into overtime before they finished up. That was common. The hostesses would usually always let them complete their turn. Finish up by pumping one last disgusting load into or onto a Subject.

The gang all whooped and hollered, their bodies and hers covered in a sheen of sweat. Felicia collapsed. With her head spinning she slipped in and out of consciousness for a few moments. She could hear them talking with the hostess. Through cum blurred vision, saw the group of them gather around. They nodded and compared notes while they tapped away at her performance evaluation chart on the provided S-A pad. Then Munny clapped his fat hands and Gerome pumped his fist in the air as on the wall her Rate Your Ride Score increased to 94% from the “Big Black Cock Crew’s” 5 star review. Felicia felt nothing but shame. She simply closed her eyes and let her weary body rest.

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Felicia started awake. There was that fleeting moment, like always, when she thought it had all been some terrible nightmare. That some sick, mentally disturbed villain had locked her in a mind control or brainwashing device, and she had just somehow broken free or maybe been rescued by a handsome hero. The Black Cat moved and the bonds on her wrists snapped her back to reality when they pulled taut.

She had been cleaned and redressed. By the cool air-conditioning that she felt on her ass and pussy her skin-tight black costume had already been cut and torn to expose her most private areas. Though they were probably better classed as public areas now by the number of visitors they had received.

She was still tired, but her aching pussy and ass felt wet and tight again. The workers would have applied a special lube when she was redressed, cleaned and her make-up reapplied. The chemical compounds in the lubricants would have immediately soaked into her body, made her holes tight and slick. Ready to receive more clients.

That same hostess from before was talking to a man behind her. By the way she was positioned with her head facing the wall and her hands and wrists locked there Felicia couldn’t see who it was. Nor did she recognize the voice as a regular.

“Have a good time, Sir.” The hostess giggled and skipped away.

The sound of a zipper being pulled down and clothes carelessly dropped to the floor had Felicia shuddering and shaking her head.

“Please. Don’t do this.’ Felicia begged when the bed behind her depressed from him climbing up behind her. He leaned over, placed an open can of Arc-Aid next to the lube dispenser on a small wall shelf near her head. Felicia groaned at the sight and the knowledge he would be steel hard and highly energetic. She tried to twist her head around to look into his eyes. Maybe somehow create a connection that would prevent him from following through. Remind him she was a person. A prisoner here in this terrible place.

“Don’t you fuckin’ look at me. Turn around and face the wall.” His hand shoved her head about. She caught a glimpse of a tattoo on his upper arm but couldn’t make out exactly what it was.

His hands gripped her hips and lifted them from where they lay on the bed. “What happened to you? You used to be this, in control, bad ass. A take no shit, strong woman who knew what she wanted and knew how to get it.” He positioned her. Pushed out her knees with his own until she was kneeling, her hands flat against the wall, ass raised and inviting. “And if you didn’t get it you’d take it.”

“Now?” She heard the venom in his voice as he held her hips and hilted himself inside her with one bone jarring stroke. “Now, all you take is dick.”

Felicia growled low in her throat while he slapped her ass hard. Her buttocks shaking under the impact of his palm.

He’s right! The fucking anonymous bastard raping her was right. At one point she had thought it was her bad luck powers turning in on themselves. That they were the cause of her misfortune. She had wondered why? What had she done to deserve this endless torture? She could be a ‘bad girl’ sure, but she wasn’t like those other truly evil supervillains out there in the world.

Maybe it was the exhaustion. Or perhaps her spirit had simply broken to the point that there was nothing left. Whatever it was something ignited inside her. She had felt used and discarded. That she was somehow not worthy of… anything.

And why? Because Spider hadn’t yet swung in to save her. When had she ever truly needed saving? No. She would find a way out of this. She would make it through. She wouldn’t just waste this new found strength by biting a cock or attacking a hostess when they made a momentary slip. Instead, she’d bide her time. Endure the abuse while she searched for a weakness in this place. As the master thief she was isn’t that exactly what she did? How could she have forgotten that? She would find it and she’d exploit it. Bring it all crashing down around them.

At the end of the day they would all feel the claws of The Black Cat.

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Story by: Scratch, Check out more of his works on his site: Manaworldcomics.com, Or on his Paetron.

Illustration by: Sabu