Sex Arcade: Back To Work [Chapter 3, Recovery] (Patreon)

"Ugh...." A soft groan passes through Alice's lips as she feels stirs.

Opening her eyes, the Hostess was nearly blinded by the light in her room. But once her eyes grew used to it, she was able to identify that she was in some sort of hospital room, something that left her confused just as much as it did concerned. All she remembered was working a booth with Scandal Savage, and then a customer came in. From there, things get blurry, but given the fact that she was now in a hospital room, she didn't need to be a genius to figure out that something most likely went horribly wrong.

However, before she can ponder any further on her condition, Alice jumps as the door to the room opens, and in walks Matron Jen, still carrying that confident smile as she says, "Ah, you're awake." At the same time, she acts like nothing is off as she begins checking the machinery meant to monitor Alice's vitals.

"J-Jen? What the Hell happened?" Alice asks, sitting up slightly, only to have pain shoot through her skull like a bolt of lightning.

"You should probably rest up." Jen speaks the obvious as Alice lays back down on the bed. "You should be back on your feet tomorrow morning." She adds, reassuring the young Hostess as she feels herself relaxed, at least as well as she could, given the general confusion that still hung in the air.

"First day as a Sub-Hostess and you come across a freak." Jen mutters under her breath, something that catches Alice's attention.

"W-What? What freak?" Alice asks, causing Matron Jen to stop momentarily, almost to ponder something before she turns back to her.

"Well, if you're serious about this job, I better give you a little heads up." Jen says before sitting beside Alice and after taking a moment to gather her thoughts, "You remember how we get our girls, right?"

"Yeah, some sort of multi-verse thing?" Alice asks.

"Eh, pretty much. But I think it's easy for you to figure that it's a little bit more complicated than that." Jen says, with Alice nodding along. "Ok, to put this in layman's terms, there are times when we grab a girl and pull her into the arcade, something ends up following us." Jen explains, at the same time looking not all that suprised by the shocked look on Alice's face. "Before you start to worry. These things aren't dangerous, at least to us. For the most part, they end up going after the girls, but beyond that, they are mostly just nuisances that end up getting in the way of what we try to do here. We call them freaks, because, well, they aren't exactly normal. When you think about it, they're almost like rats in a kitchen pantry."

"They don't hurt the girls, right?" Alice asks, the question coming out of nowhere for her, but she still finds it necessary to ask.

"Eh, nah, not really. They usually end up doing what most people do here." Jen smiles.

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Given what she knew about this place, Scandal was surprised by the room she had.

During her time traveling the world, acting on her own means or anyone else she found worthwhile to follow, she stayed in some of the most luxurious places one could think of. Palaces, mansions, she had seen it all. But the room she was standing in now, while not as freeing as those other places for obvious reasons, still found it quite lovely, even as she paced nervously around the room.

On countless occasions, she tried searching through the room to find anything of note. Anything that might help her escape. But like always, everything here was bolted up tight to such an extent that it could've been mistaken as one of the most highly guarded prisons out there that she had the displeasure of coming across. Still, though, the fact that she was given a TV didn't make coming to terms any easier.

She knew what they wanted her to do. They wanted her to relax and take a moment to compose herself after whatever traumatic experience occurred that ended up landing her here for the next few days. And while it was nice she wouldn't have to face the prospect of fucking anyone, the worry and fear still weighed heavily in her mind.

Occasionally, her mind drifted back to Alice and that customer. She couldn't remember much, only that the fucker was hung as a horse and almost used her because of it. Beyond that, however, she was still completely lost.

Looking over at the nearby reflective wall, her intuition screamed at her that it was a one-way mirror, meaning that whoever was on the other side had perfect access to watch her as she tried to go about her business. God, if she thought this place couldn't get any worse. After taking a moment to finally steady herself, she sat down on the edge of her bed, listening intently as the slight buzz of commotion outside the room she was in slowly began to die down before it all went completely silent.

"Probably the end of the day." Scandal hopes to herself, realizing how exhausted she also felt at that very moment. However, for very obvious reasons, she wasn't able to quiet her mind enough to the point that she would be able to sleep. The most she could do was simply sit there and meditate. It wasn't her most favorite thing to do, but it was better than wallowing in her worry for who knows how long.

That's when she senses it.

It was strange. Almost unlike anything she had ever felt as she sensed a familiar presence outside her room. It filled her with a sense of dread that was hard to describe. All that Scandal could say was that it felt like her heart was throbbing all the way up in her throat. Even then, that couldn't come close to the jolt of electric fear that shot through her as the door to her room suddenly opened, and in walked the customer from before, looking smug as always as he glanced up to her.

"W-What the fuck?!" Scandal stutters, stepping back nervously until she bumps up into a wall behind her. While at the exact same time, with every step back she took, the customer filled the gap as he got closer and closer to her. Something that, by all means, shouldn't scare Scandal as much as it did.

"Now, is that something you should really say to your closest fuck-buddy?" The customer asks, at the same time reaching out a hand toward Scandal's face that the woman herself slaps away as she stares down at the person; she should, by all means, have no issue in dispatching; however, she wasn't willing to lift another finger against now that he was sizing her up, probably curious to see in the first place after that little preview from before when she was strapped down.

"What th-the Hell are you doing here?" Scandal asks, the only real thing she could think of using while she talked to the person before her.

"I wanted to see you, silly." The customer laughs. "Oh! You can call me Jakki, by the way." The customer, now named Jakki, explains not that Scandal herself really cared, given that most of her current feelings were focused on the fear and confusion she had while she interacted with him. "That pretty hostess distracted me, so I thought we could have a little follow-up session." Jakki explains, much to Scandal's inherited disgust and confusion, as she stands there completely isolated from this person whom she couldn't really get a handle on.

Despite all of that, the first thing that leaves Scandal's lips is a low and husky chuckle as she genuinely begins to think about this situation. "I'm at a complete loss for words." She starts. "Why the fuck would you think I would want to do anything remotely intimate with the likes of you?"

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"Wow, your pussy is pretty tight. Ngh, almost tighter than that Hostess." Jakki remarks as he thrusts his hips back and forth into Scandal.

For Scandal, it wasn't her most proudest moment. That being, bent over her bed while Jakki railed his cock all the way inside her to the point that its fat bulbous head bashes up against the entrance to her womb. Something that sent horrifying waves of hot and gooey pleasure coursing through her veins as she took it all, at the same time grunting and moaning whenever Jakki hit her insides in just the right way that pushed another orgasm out of her.

"Gngh! Don't get it twisted, I...." Scandal's words trail off as her train of thinking derails. Why was she doing this? She wasn't strapped down; she wasn't being forced to move, and yet, whenever Jakki swung his hips forward up against hers, she made sure to greet him each and every time despite the hesitation and fear that was lurking in the back of her mind.

"What? Having trouble thinking? My cock tends to have that effect on people." Jakki remarks, the smugness almost dripping from his voice as he continues to talk. It all just got under Scandal's skin. However, she didn't show any sign of disinterest as she allowed the feminine customer to absolutely ream her pussy out with powerful and endless fervor that just about left her weak in the legs.

"God, he's so fucking deep! I can feel him in my guts...." Scandal thinks to herself, sweat beading across the entirety of her body as she was slammed back and forth across her bed while Jakki began REALLY laying into her as he worked himself like a machine that had a surprising amount of strength behind it given his lighter form. This made the fact that he was dominating Scandal of all people all the more humiliating for the woman herself while she grunts and groans as another orgasm is forced from her.

She should stop this. She should! And yet, any thoughts of rebelling against Jakki's whims seemed almost nonsensical to her as he continued to pound his cock in and out of her cunt, even as he smugly mocked her over and over again.

"Tell me, Scandal. What's your body count? I mean, not the ones you killed, but the ones you've fucked, and Hell maybe even killed also." Jakki asks, still cocking his hips back and forth into Scandal's body while Scandal herself is taken slightly off guard by the question, even in the fuck heavy haze she finds herself trapped in.

"What's it to you? Gah!" Scandal grunts right before Jakki's cock presses into a place that causes her nerves to stand on edge as her pussy then clenches down around the femboy's cock and proceeds to squirt out another wave of fluids that ends up coating his member.

For his part, Jakki only giggles in response. "Because.... Ngh, I don't think I've ever fucked a pussy as tight as yours." He rubs in, his words getting under Scandal's skin just as much as his cock was as it continues to pound in and out of her wildly. "Y'know, Nmgh, I did a little research on you. Turns out you're a lesbian, right?" Jakki asks, something that Scandal herself was trying to keep in the back of her mind throughout this entire ordeal she found herself going through.

It was one thing to be trapped inside this place, but to be stuck here and be forced to go against her sexuality was one of the major things that nearly made her puke if she wasn't already wrapped up in the pleasure she was currently enjoying. In the end, however, she doesn't reply to what the femboy says, something he responds to in kind with a powerful thrust that slingshot his cock once again back deep inside of her body.

"Ngh, hold on, move over a second." Jakki comments, as with his surprising strength, he begins to shift Scandal over onto her back before pushing her legs up to the sides of her head. In the end, getting the once powerful woman trapped in a neverending mating press as she comes face to face with her horrible feminine rapist. "Wanna see your face while I blow your dyke pussy out." Jakki smiles a line of spit oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"Gngh! Shut the Hell up!" Scandal shouts, although any intimidating factor she might've had going for herself is swiftly erased as moans and cries of pleasure become the only things that leave her lips, all of which Jakki uses to help motivate himself to pound even harder than before until his cock was rocketing in and out of Scandal's cunt.

"Oh, don't be like that, ngh, here, how about a kiss?" Jakki asks as he lowers his face toward Scandal's, something that the woman herself tries to stop by turning her head to the side or moving away. But all that Jakki ends up doing in response is licking and sucking on her neck and face, not all that big of an improvement from the alternative before he finally meets his mark and brings his lips up against Scandal's. It starts slow at first, with Scandal trying to do a tongue battle against Jakki before the femboy's mouth muscle proves to be ultimately too strong for the likes of her as every part of her body is soon dominated.

But before the need for air becomes too strong, Jakki pulls his head away from Scandal's, leaving behind a strand of spit that still connects their mouths. From there, it was business as always as Jakki continued to brutally fuck the woman beneath him, holding nothing back in the process until she was nothing more than a quivering mess of angry moans and groans.

"Fuck, how much stamina does this guy have?!" Scandal wonders to herself, pushed all the way to her uppermost limits, while Jakki seems more than content going on and on and on and on. Even as his balls clapped wetly up against Scandal's lesbian body. A downright horrifying and unnatural experience for the likes of her, but for Jakki himself, it was all music to his ears as he continued to pound away like nothing else possibly mattered.

But before long, the femboy's balls began to twitch and rumble before shooting out their hot and sticky payload that proceeded to splatter across every part of her deep, tight-clenching womb. All the while, Jakki lets out a long, drawn-out moan that fills the room as Scandal squeals like a whore in heat, getting her brains scrambled with hot and heavy cock.

"Oh, God. He has to be done, now, right?" Scandal thinks as she looks toward Jakki, the both of them panting as their frames are covered in a thin layer of sweat. "C-Can you get the fuck off me, now? Ngh...." Scandal asks, still huffing and almost wheezing as she looks up at Jakki, who looks directly back down at her.

"Aw, why? I kinda like being like this. Especially...." Jakki trails off as he slowly pulls his hips back, unholstering his cock in the process from Scandal's cum-filled cunt. Something that felt nearly excruciating for the anti-villain as she felt every bump and ridge grind up against her inner walls before it ultimately flops out. "When I'm still hard like this." Jakki comments as sure enough, his member was ready to go, as always.

"W-What? What the fuck?!" Scandal stutters horrified at the prospect of having to go at it again with some who already made quick work of her. But before long, Jakki has her in another position, cock primed and ready to fuck her again. "W-Wait a minute- GAH!" She shouts as Jakki punctures his cock into her asshole, getting one of the loudest screams she's made yet out of her. All the while, up above, a secret camera monitoring Scandal's room takes everything in.

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"See? I told you." Jen remarks as she stands side by side with Alice, the both of them looking down at the computer feed before them as it shows Jakki thrusting away into Scandal's body.

"Yeah, I guess you were right." Alice mutters, finding some difficulty in turning away from the sight of someone so light and thin, easily dominating someone else who was fit and muscular almost on all accounts. To her, it was almost memorizing to watch, and yet, eventually, shaking her head, Alice backed away as Jen turns off the feed.

"Ok, so I guess now that we're both here, it seems a good time as any to ask this. So, is there anything else I should look out for?" Alice asks.

"Hmm.... I don't think so." Jen concludes before ultimately shrugging her shoulders. "In any case, like I said before, nothing in here is going to be trying to hurt you. So all you gotta do is just keep a firm head on your shoulders, and you should be golden." She explains, although for Alice, a part of her doesn't feel entirely convinced, something that Jen notices.

"Look, the worst thing that can happen to you in here is one of two things. One, a customer gets a little too handsy with you when you don't want them to. Two...." For this, Jen pauses as she takes a breath. "There's a breach. But there hasn't been one in years. Still, though, remember to exercise procedure." She warns Alice before returning to her monitor, giving the Hostess the message she needs to stand up and make her way out of her office.

Letting out a huff, Alice runs a hand across her tired face. Seems this place had a few more surprises for her after all. A part of her felt nervous about that, but on the other hand, she couldn't deny it sparked some amount of excitement within herself as she also realized she had to go back to the medbay.

"Agh, damn it." She silently curses to herself, letting her head hang solemnly before she takes another breath and begins her journey. At the same time, she passes by various Hostesses transporting and/or escorting endless lines of girls either back to their rooms or their booths. She didn't pay them any mind as she strolled her way through the nearly limitless facility.

What a life to lead. Going from camgirl to whatever the fuck this even is.

At that moment, Alice remembered a time when she considered getting a normal job. Something simple, a bank teller, for example. And yet, despite that, she instead decided to stick to cam work, which then led her to where she was now, all at the suggestion of a friend. She didn't know if she should thank her or kiss her because of it. But now, as she took a deep breath and inhaled the stale smell of sweat and cum, along with hearing the various cries throughout the facility,

Alice couldn't deny how content she felt.

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Howdy Doody!~ Managed to get this one out in a timely manner. Been a little bit busy recently, so my posting schedule might be a little erratic. Beyond that, however, I should still get, at the very least, a chapter out to you guys once a week. Which isn't as much as I would like, but given my life at the moment, it's really the best that I can work with. But, to make it up to you all, I'm going to try experimenting a little bit to see what I can come up with. And as always, I hope you enjoyed!~