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An issue of dominance

Clarke was a lot of things. One of them? Wasn't dominant.

She was in no way dominant. She gave off that persona whenever she wasn't alone with her romantic partner soulmates, so that people would be afraid of her. But Clarke Griffin wasn't dominant. Not even close.

Whenever she and one of her romantic partner soulmates or more than one of her romantic partner soulmates were alone and they had sex, Clarke was always the one tied up, getting her cunt or her ass or both, fucked till her brain didn't work anymore.

Not only was she deeply submissive, all of her romantic partner soulmates were incredibly dominant. When Clarke, out of only absolute curiosity, had asked her various romantic partner soulmates if they ever wanted her to be the one fucking them, and it had ended….well, it had ended really well, if you asked Clarke. But it had ended with her getting her brains fucked out harder than before.

When she had asked Laura and Clint Barton, Laura had taken on a very dark look and Clint had snickered.

As soon as the kids had gone off to bed, Laura and Clint had made sure Clarke had a safe word.

As soon as Clarke had given them her safe word, Laura had nodded and had asked her if she was ready, Clarke had said that she was ready, and when she, Clarke and Clint got to the bedroom, as soon as the door had closed, Laura grabbed Clarke by Clarke's collar and had pulled Clarke over her knee, had taken a paddle and had paddled Clarke's ass several times, till she was satisfied.

After that Clint and Laura had undressed Clarke, put her between them on the bed, chaining Clarke's hands above her head to the headboard, Laura had put a big, fat strap-on on herself, she and Clint had laid on either side of her, and each of them had penetrated her.

Clint's cock slipped into her asshole and he began pounding her ass, dirtily talking in her ear about knowing when to be a good little, submissive pet. And Laura had thrust her strap hard into Clarke's cunt, pounding away at her cunt, staring at Clarke with molten hot hunger in her eyes.

The two of them had been going at it inside Clarke for hours, until all three of them feel asleep, Clint's cock still in Clarke's ass and Laura's strap still in Clarke's cunt as they fell asleep.

The next morning, when Clarke had woken up and she had felt her two romantic partner soulmates still penetrating her, she had moved her hips, trying to wake them up so that they'd start pounding her again. When she had gotten them awake, almost instantly, almost as soon as they had been awake, they had checked with her again, to see if she wanted to use her safe word. Clarke had said that she didn't and that she wanted to continue, and then Clint and Laura had begun thrusting hard into her again.

They only let up when they knew that they had needed to get the children ready for the day. Jillian and Cooper had jobs. But Lila, Zachary and Jessie all had school.

Natey would want attention, so they'd have to be careful. Because Nathaniel wasn't old enough yet for school.

Laura and Clint had no interest in stopping, but they knew that they'd need to be careful, to make sure Natey didn't see them.

After a long round of Laura and Clint fucking both her holes, Laura growled against Clarke that she and Clint were going to go get breakfast ready for the kids, and Laura unbuckled the strap from around her and left it inside Clarke's pussy. Clint had pulled out of Clarke's ass and Laura had ordered him to get the butt plug and stuck it inside of Clarke. Clint had done just that, listening and grinning as Clarke had moaned.

Clarke could have torn her arms free and pulled the toys out of her. But she didn't. And there was a baby monitor that Clint and Laura had placed on the bedside next to her, so if she used the safe word and Laura and Clint heard it on the other monitor, they'd rush up and pull the toys out of Clarke and unlock the manacles around Clarke's wrists. But Clarke didn't use the safe word.

Both Clint and Laura had gotten dressed and left the room and had gone downstairs and had gotten food ready for the kids, while they had left Clarke to be penetrated by the toys. As Clarke had writhed around on the bed, the toys stimulating her and making her get close to coming, but not quite enough, which she knew had been intentional and they knew that it was frustrating her.

By the time almost all of the kids had left, and Laura had put Nathaniel in his room to watch TV, leaving the baby monitor in the room with him, so that they'd know if he left the room or not. Laura and Clint brought the other baby monitor into the room so that they could hear it if Natey was running off or something.

As soon as they put the monitor down onto a table, they leaned back down onto the bed, Clint had pulled the plug out of Clarke's asshole, had unzipped his pants and Laura undid her pants and began to secure the strap to her front again and she and Clint told her to give them the safe word if she needed it and Clarke just begged for them to continue.

Clint and Laura had shared a grin, and Clint had thrust back into her ass, balls deep and Laura had thrust hilt deep into Clarke again and they had begun fucking both her holes mercilessly again and again, making her cum another forty or so more times.

The point was, that if Clarke ever suggested that Laura and Clint might like being submissive, Clint and especially Laura, would make sure she got fucked to the point that she'd remember her mistake.

Not that she minded. Seriously, if it meant that she'd get both her holes fucked, being held captive between Laura and Clint, Clarke really didn't mind.

But she had noticed this pattern with all of her romantic partner soulmates. She had suggested it to Bruce, again, out of curiosity more than anything else, not for any desire to be dominant, and Bruce had almost choked on what he had been drinking, looking at Clarke like she had lost it.

She had one time suggested it to Steve and it had ended with him and Pietro bending her over a bed and both sharing her pussy, stretching her out and Pietro spanking her and asking as he had pounded away, "Still want to be in control, kitten?"

Clarke had cum hard multiple times from what they did.

When she had asked Rhodes, he had fingered her hard in a bathroom till she came five times, before thrusting up into her pussy from behind.

Then there were the Defenders. That had ended badly. Actually, really well, in Clarke's opinion, since after asking, it had ended with Danny fucking her four times against a wall, Luke having her ride him multiple times, gripping her hips and not letting her go unless she used her safe word, Jessica fucking her over the dark-haired woman's desk with a strap-on, till the desk broke, and even then they had continued, Jessica pounding away into her and Clarke moaning out into Jessica's office, and later being chained to a wall while Matt and Elektra both had their way with her.

When she had asked Frank, it had ended with him pinning her to the bed and eating her out till she begged him to stop.

For Clarke? It had ended really well.

After figuring out that she would get her brains fucked out if she ever asked her romantic partner soulmates that, she would deliberately ask, because…well, she wanted to get her brains fucked out.

When she had asked Wanda, she hadn't even been entirely surprised when Wanda has used her magic, had held Clarke captive against a bed, pulled off her clothing, had climbed onto the bed, and had told Clarke to give her the safe word, and Clarke had, then Wanda had pounced, and put her mouth all over Clarke, suckling every inch of Clarke, till she got to Clarke's clit and sucking Clarke's clit till Clarke came several times.

When she had asked Stephen Strange, it had ended with her being wrapped up in his cloak that held her up, hovering up above Strange's bed, as he began to thrust his long cock into her pussy and pulling out of her and thrusting back in again and again, from behind.

When Clarke had asked Yelena, Yelena had reached between Clarke's legs and had fingered Clarke for hours, till Clarke had eventually gone down to her back on the floor, panting and soaked in sweat and cum. Then Yelena had kneeled between Clarke's legs and had eaten Clarke out for hours.

When Clarke had so much suggested it to Melina, it had ended with her being set on the kitchen counter, Melina stepping between her legs and holding Clarke to her and fingering Clarke till Clarke had almost fallen off the counter, cum spilling down her inner thighs.

When Clarke had asked Tora, Beatriz and Sigrid, it had ended with her pinned to a wall and each of them taking turns, alternating between stroking and groping her breasts, and fisting Clarke.

When Clarke had asked Natasha, Diana, Shayera, Maria, Brunnhilde and Carol, it had ended with her being tied to the bed, and each older woman slowly torturing her till she begged for sexual release, and only then would each of them swoop down and eat her out. Between all six of them, they had made her cum close to eighty or so times. Then they had taken straps and had each taken her six times.

Natasha had been the last of them to take her with a strap, and Natasha had drilled into Clarke like she thought it would kill her if she didn't pound Clarke mercilessly. Natasha had taken Clarke fourteen more times before Clarke finally reached her limit.

Needless to say, Clarke had passed out from that one.

Honestly? Clarke wasn't in any way opposed to anything done to her.

Hell, even when Tony, the least strict of Clarke's romantic partner soulmates when it came to the dominance thing, had allowed her take a strap and begin to fuck him in the ass, that had ended with her getting fucked hard in the ass. Pepper had told her that she wanted to fuck Clarke in the ass while Clarke fucked Tony in the ass. And Clarke couldn't deny how hot that sounded. So she and Tony both had happily agreed.

As she had begun to pound Tony's ass, Pepper had knelt behind Clarke and had thrust the thick strap-on she had on, all the way to the hilt into Clarke's asshole.

This had led to Clarke losing control and pounding away at Tony, her eyes rolling up into her head as she went over the edge, hearing Tony and Pepper groan around her.

Morgan had been a year old by this time, so she had been left in a nearby room in her crib, with a baby monitor close by, as well as surveillance cameras placed around her room, so Pepper, Tony and Clarke could check in on her.

And the four children of Odin? This ended really bad for her when she so much as suggested it.

It ended with Thor pinning her against a wall and fucking her, pounding her harder and harder with every thrust, making Clarke cum almost ten times. It had ended with Loki using his powers to restrain her against the bed, pin her legs apart and putting his mouth between her legs and eating her out for almost two hours. It had ended with Sylvie using her powers to tease and pleasure Clarke mercilessly, till Clarke had been a boneless mass on the bed.

And Hela? Hela had been very displeased, and had taken Clarke to Asgard, had chained Clarke to her throne, had devoured Clarke's pussy for hours, then while Clarke had been recovering after her many, many orgasms, Hela had taken a strap-on, put it on, lifted Clarke up and sat down on the throne and had placed Clarke down onto Hela's strap, her strap all the way inside Clarke's pussy, burying her cock up to the hilt into Clarke's cunt and having Clarke ride it for hours.

Again, Clarke had passed out.

So the point was? She was going to seriously get her holes fucked if she even suggested that any of her romantic partner soulmates might be anything but dominant.

And if that was the case? Then Clarke would happily keep pushing it.

Which was what led her to making the choice she was about to make.

In the room, at Stark Tower, there was a party, and Clarke could see Steve, Bruce, Thor, Tony, Rhodes and Loki having a pissing contest.

Maria and Natasha flanked Clarke, Wanda and Pietro were across from her and Carol, Brunnhilde, Shayera, Diana, Tora and Clint were talking together. It was when Clarke decided to make her choice.

Because if it meant she'd get fucked hard tonight.

When one guest asked about their relationship, Clarke grinned and said, "Yeah, I fuck them hard. I love dominating my mates."

She had a big arrogant grin on her face as she glanced at Natasha, Maria, Wanda and Pietro, and knew that she was in deep shit.

Natasha's green eyes darkened, her eyes narrowing. Maria's lower jaw clenched. Pietro practically growled. And Wanda sighed, smirking.

When the person that had asked, left, Natasha said to Clarke, "You know that you're in trouble now, don't you malen'kiy?"

"Well?" Clarke asked playfully, arms crossing over her head, her arms resting against the sofa, acting as a pillow for her head, "Maybe you should make me stop talking like this, you know?"

Natasha sighed, her visage still dark, and the look on her face said, "you won't be able to walk tomorrow by the time we're done with you."

As it turned out, Carol, Clint and the others had been listening, because they came closer, and Carol reached her right hand out, her index finger hooking around Clarke's collar, pulling Clarke closer to her as she growled, "You'll be lucky if you even have one drop of cum left in you by the end of tonight, baby girl."

Clarke moaned at Carol's threat.

She saw Natasha, Maria, Wanda, Diana, Carol, Brunnhilde, Clint, Shayera and Pietro sharing a look, and Clarke realized that they were deciding to give her one last chance to get out of this. Not that she wanted that last chance.

Clint looked at her and said, "Last chance, baby girl. Apologize and you won't have to worry about your little holes being sore tomorrow."

"Apologize for what?" Clarke asked, smirking, her eyebrows raising, "Apologize for telling the truth and telling everyone that you guys are submissive to me?"

She saw that last chance of her disappearing. She was going to be fucked brutally in retaliation for this.

Her safe word would be the only way of getting out of it that she had. But she wasn't going to use it.

Tora smirked, already figuring what Clarke wanted and went over to Thor, Bruce, Tony, Rhodes and Steve, and spoke to them, letting them know what they were to do to Clarke tonight.

Clarke watched as all five, Tora, Steve, Rhodes, Bruce, Tony and Thor turned and stared at Clarke, dark hunger and anger in their eyes.

Clarke tried not to moan as she felt the heat of Natasha, Maria, Shayera, Wanda, Pietro, Sigrid, Beatriz, Carol, Clint, Diana and Brunnhilde's stares, too.

Oh, boy. She was going to get it now.

Another finger wrapped around her collar and pulled her close. She was soon up against Natasha's chest, as the redhead gripped Clarke's collar and whispered heatedly against Clarke's ear, her voice seductive but dangerous, "We know what you're doing, malen'kiy, and I'm afraid that you're about to bite off more than you can chew. I'm going to call in Melina and Yelena, just to make sure they get to punish you too."

Clarke moaned. Yelena and Melina were going to play with her holes tonight too? Nice.

Natasha's right hand had hold of Clarke's collar, holding her there, as she pulled out her phone and started texting Melina and Yelena with her left.

Maria leaned her head in while Natasha held Clarke's collar, held her close and the brunette kissed the space of Clarke's neck just above Clarke's collar, making Clarke whimper and close her eyes.

She knew that as soon as the party was over, she was going to be escorted to one of the rooms, pinned to the bed, and each of her romantic partner soulmates that were present, were going to use her as their toy.

And really, this wasn't much of a punishment, was it?

She knew soon she would be filled up to the point it would be painful, stretched to the point that it would be painful, and she wanted every second of it, and no, she would not use her safe word.

And all of her romantic partner soulmates, her very, very dominant mates, knew it.

Clarke saw Natasha smirk out of the corner of her eye and knew that Yelena and Melina were on their way.

Natasha put her phone away and Natasha nuzzled against Clarke's left ear, growling, "For your disobedience, pet, you're going to get both holes fucked till you can't move."

Clarke moaned, leaning back into Natasha. That was exactly what she wanted.

Clint snorted, "You're enjoying yourself now, baby girl. Just wait till we're all railing you. You won't be too happy then. The only way out of this is using your safe word."

Clarke smirked up at Clint and she shivered in delight at the growls she heard around her, and Natasha's growl against her neck, sending vibrations through her. Oh, she wasn't so sure about that.

While having Natasha, Wanda, Carol, Pietro, Clint, Brunnhilde, Beatriz, Diana, Tora, Sigrid, Maria, Yelena, Melina, Tony, Thor, Shayera, Rhodes, Steve and Bruce railing her?

She was positive that she would be enjoying herself then. Yes, indeed.