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Sex Arcade: Sergeant Calhoun by LicoriceLain
Fandoms: Sex Arcade - Fandom, Wreck-It Ralph (2012), Mass Effect, King of Fighters, Mortal Kombat (Video Games)
30 Jan 2016
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Summary
Not only is Xmas coming early, but it is lingering later than ever. Four unlucky 'reindeer' are ridden by callous Clients.
Written for Sabu's pic for January 30th.
Series
- Part 8 of Sex Arcade Canon
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As she returned to advertising the sale, her attention drifted to the fellow fucking Calhoun, ripped as hell and quite visibly enjoying his experience. He made full use of the reins, tugging at them and making the Sergeant’s head jerk back. The bit pulled at her cheeks and provoked a low hiss from her. It was only her second day and it showed. Though most of the Subjects maintained an irritable glare throughout their shifts and would be testy when given any amount of leeway, her gaze was particularly murderous and it was clear that she was still tensing as she was being penetrated, trying to force her attackers out. A few Hostesses had a pool going on when she would finally relent and relax, allowing herself physically to be violated while continuing to rage emotionally, but the Matrons had to set an example and toe the line between being callous towards the Subjects’ general predicament and empathy for their nominal pains. Too many seemed incapable of understanding how to maintain that delicate balance and instead just made a game out of everything.
Setting her beside a ‘veteran’ like Shepard was an intelligent decision, however, made by those same novices. In the brief moments in which she wasn’t gagged, the Commander did her best to console the new arrival, giving her solid advice that she mostly ignored, as was often the case with newbies. Such a bleeding heart that soldier was, even when she knew that she would suffer the same exact torment, or rather more so than the rest of the Arcade’s roster, save a couple of the superheroines. Head yanked back by her own reins, Jane still grimaced and groaned like everyone else, despite the fact that she fought so hard to hide it. The black man pounding her thoroughly abused sex had a monster of a cock from what the Matron had been able to see. It had substantial girth and was likely making her feel like she was being split open.
Somehow, he was managing to hilt inside of her, clapping her ass with his hips with enough force to echo out onto the Arcade floor beyond the booth. His fist was clenched tight around the leather strip connected to her gag, keeping her back painfully arched while he plowed into her. The shouting Hostess could see her gauntleted hands strain against her bindings, the tips of her fingers repeatedly clawing at the pedestal. She shivered violently when he smacked her on the ass and did so again as he continued, working up a sweat that dripped onto her already drenched skin.
The other two Clients, while not as rough as their companion, treated Sonya and Leona about as well. They were significantly more vocal, but thrusted deep and hard into the two women with similar sadistic need. In the Ikari Warrior’s case, the weirdo opted to stretch out her ass and fuck her anally with three probing fingers lodged inside her ring. The Subject twitched and cried quietly. Her pleading eyes looked toward the Matron, who had to look away for her own nerves. That woman, in particular, got to her like few other ladies in the Arcade could.
Focusing back on the newbie, she witnessed one of the things that the Clients loved the most. Tugging on her reins and digging his nails into her soft, round backside, Mr. Jersey hammered her cunt with feral urgency. The collisions of their two bodies were harsh and loud. Her backside jiggled, moving against his skin like rolling waves. At mid thrust, the Sergeant’s expression changed. The homicidal glare broke and was overtaken by a look of despair. Her eyes welled up and her previously tensed body went limp, battered around from the force of his strokes. He must have hit her sweet spot, because she had blasted his legs with her ejaculate, soaking the two of them.
“Oh, god yes. So fucking sexy.” Brian cheered, pulling her reins tight as he hunched over her and spoke in her ear. “Alright, Ms. Lynch, this is what it is like when a man fills you up.”
Slamming into her, he shouted as he hit his climax. Holding her to him by her hips, he growled as he presumably ejaculated himself. The widening of her eyes confirmed this and it wasn’t long before excess cum seeped out of her filled cunt, dripping down her legs and pubis. Squeezing her behind, he continued to release inside her, whistling and caressing her hair.
“Felix ain’t going to be fixing that, stud. Too bad we can’t knock you whores up, cause that would have definitely done the trick.” He chuckled.
As the man remained in the confines of her sex and slowly resumed thrusting, the Matron watched the Sergeant’s gaze fall to the floor, tears and drool dripping from her face and body shaking with light sobs. The Hostess sighed.
“Happy Holidays, Calhoun.” She muttered to herself. “It is all downhill from here.”
As the men unloaded in their respective girls, they collectively decided to go again, requesting metal cocks so they could each double penetrate them solo.