Disclaimer: Don't own Marvel or The 100

Warnings for physical abuse, sexual assault, abduction, past rape and brutality of a child, child abandonment and mentions of past drug use.

Wolfhowlrunner61's Her Guardians series had a lot of influence on Clarke's character in this.

Intimacy is forbidden

While the sixteen very well off and powerful CEOs were far from complaining in their positions or in what they got out of it, not to mention, who they had met as a result of this job, there were some worries that now had come to light.

Nothing that was so obvious as now.

All of the bosses of the company stood back or sat back and watched, as their plaything was fucked against the left-hand office wall.

Clarke Griffin, the submissive of all of her employees, writhed against the wall. Behind her, Pepper Potts rammed her strap up into Clarke's cunt over and over again and Clarke gasped, hands clawing at the wall.

Pepper slammed into Clarke, whispering huskily into Clarke's ear, her hands pinning Clarke where she was, "You know you don't have a choice, bitch. You defy us, and you'll be lucky if you can ever find work again.

Clarke moaned, her hands clawing at the wall, tied above her head. She had a ball gag in her mouth, keeping her from saying anything, however, if she didn't have the ball gag stuffed in her mouth, the only thing that would be coming out of her, would be moans and cries.

These bosses, her fuckbuddies and…lovers, would never fire her. They were just feeding her sexual fantasies.

And she seriously doubted that they didn't get off on it too.

Clarke Griffin, twenty-four years old, had been in a relationship with these people for up to two years now, since she'd been twenty-two. She had first started working for them almost four years ago, when she'd been twenty and a half years old.

Clarke had noticed how they'd look at her over time, how they would soften their "hard ass boss" personas around her.

They were not the type to threaten someone to sleep with them or they'd be fired. No, they had composed themselves. But they did approach Clarke with a possibility. That if she wanted to, she could approach them and have sex with them, if she wanted, and they wouldn't fire her if she didn't, and that there would be no bribery involved.

Naturally, they had sent the most tactful of them to tell Clarke this. That being Natasha Romanoff, Pepper Potts and Laura and Clint Barton.

They gave Clarke this careful proposal and made it clear that they were demanding nothing, were expecting nothing. But if Clarke wanted to? She could go to them and request to have sex with them.

Considering Clarke had noticed how they would look at her, some of them, when they thought she wasn't looking, others, like Laura, Natasha, Pepper, Clint, Jessica, Maria, Carol and Hela, who wanted her to see them looking, she honestly wasn't surprised by this revelation.

She had spent a few days pondering their offer.

And Clarke, well, she unfortunately, had never really pondered her safety or wellbeing long. So, she had taken them up on their offer, not long afterwards.

As soon as she had come into their office, that day, only about two days after Natasha, Clint, Laura and Pepper had approached her, her bosses had all looked at her with rapt attention. Most of them had looked startled.

But Natasha, Pepper, Laura, Clint, Jessica, Carol, Pietro, Hela and Tony? They hadn't looked surprised.

There had been some ground rules laid out. In fact, Pepper and Tony had drawn up a document, one that stated that should any issue be brought up about Clarke in any manner, and if there was any sexual involvement between Clarke and her employers in any way, that Clarke couldn't be fired. Because her being the employee, having sex with her employers, would make her the vulnerable party.

Clarke had looked through the document over and over again, making sure there were no loopholes that her employers could try to use against her. There weren't. And after all of her employers signed and then Clarke signed, it was all in agreement.

Which was what led to Clarke very happily being used as her employers' personal fuck toy.

And much to her delight, many of her lovers were pleased to feed the fantasies that Clarke had. Power fantasies of her being dominated by them completely. Fantasies of them forcing themselves on her.

Yes, she knew they got disturbed when she told them that she wanted to act out those fantasies.

But they still did them for her, and she honestly appreciated it.

Like now, Pepper was railing Clarke, taunting her, telling Clarke how much of a slut she was and how now no one would want her "ruined slut hole." It was all fantasies that Pepper and the others were more than willing to feed for Clarke.

Pepper went at Clarke for what felt like hours, till finally, Clarke cried out against the gag, coming for fifth time in Pepper's hands, clenching around the toy slamming into her, and she heard Pepper groan into her back, letting her know that Pepper had come too, only a few seconds later.

Pepper slumped against Clarke's back and Clarke slumped against the wall, gasping against the gag.

The gag shouldn't have made her feel as comfortable as it did. But that's what it felt like for her. Comfortable.

Slowly, Pepper pulled out of Clarke's cunt. Clarke gasped as the older woman did so.

All of Clarke's fuckbuddies in this office, were older than her. Some of them many more years older than her than some of the other employers.

Bruce, Tony, James-"Rhodey," and Clint were all in their fifties. Pepper was about to turn fifty. Thor, Brunnhilde and Natasha were all in their late thirties. Maria and Jessica were both forty. Laura was forty-seven. Steve, Carol, Wanda and Pietro were all in their thirties.

And Hela? She was in her seventies.

So, needless to say, they were all older than Clarke. Carol, Wanda and Pietro were closest in age to Clarke, and that was because the Maximoff twins, Wanda and Pietro, were thirty-three and Carol was thirty-two.

And there was a bigger age gap between Clarke and her lovers. Especially Hela.

Clarke knew that it sometimes made her fuckbuddies uncomfortable. She was so young compared to them. At least, that was what they said. Her, personally?

She never saw it as a problem. If anything, it sort of was a turn on.

For her it was, anyway. It wasn't like they blackmailed her into anything. And it wasn't like she was a teenager they were taking advantage of. She was of age. And that document that her employers had drawn up, had been written exactly to make sure that she wasn't taken advantage of in any way.

However, she knew that her employers were uncomfortable about a lot of the things in their relationship, even if they wanted her.

Clarke honestly didn't care. As long as she got fucked hard.

As Pepper stepped back, unbuckling the strap-on she had used on Clarke, and Clarke felt the rope around her wrists be untied.

As soon as her hands were released, she reached up for the gag and pulled the ball of it out of her mouth, steadying herself against the wall and began to turn around to face the others.

They all watched her with that hunger that they always cast upon her.

It was strange for her, to be perfectly honest.

Pepper Potts and Tony Stark were married.

So were Laura and Clint Barton.

But that didn't seem to matter. They certainly were as interested in her as they were in each other.

It sometimes worried her that they might be in love with her, but she usually had dismissed that thought. Why? Because it was ridiculous. Why would a bunch of honestly hot as hell people, who were rich and who could have whoever they wanted, chase after her?

Sure, they fucked her. But fucking had nothing to do with love.

You could fuck someone you weren't in love with. People did it all the time.

Hell, before Clarke had entered this relationship with all of her employers, she had done it plenty. And she certainly believed she was doing it now.

Clarke could feel it inside her. She had several more orgasms that were ready to be released.

Her fuckbuddies must have realized this, because as Pepper backed away, Steve and Clint began closing in, both of them unzipping their pants.

Clarke moaned when she saw Steve's very long cock spill out and Clint's very girthy cock be pulled out.

The rest of the employers chuckled lewdly at Clarke's moan.

Their tight, little kitten never got enough pounding in that pussy of hers, did she?

The office of the employers, was far off from the rest of the cubicles of the workers, and the door was closed and locked, and the blinds closed on both the windows to the outside and the windows that looked out on the rest of the office.

So, their cries would be muffled anyway, but they often took care to make sure that they couldn't be heard in their activities, anyway.

And Clarke didn't fear pregnancy or catching anything from her fuckbuddies.

She always took the pill and she and her fuckbuddies used protection.

Pulling open a drawer in their desks, Steve and Clint each pull out condoms.

Clint nodded to Clarke as he said, "You'd better use your safe word. If you're not going to? Then put that gag back into your whore mouth."

Clarke groaned and nodded. She pushed the gag back into her mouth and secured the straps around the back of her head.

She grabbed the rope up from where Pepper had placed it, but Steve got to it first and tied it around Clarke's wrists, pulling the other end of it and leading it to the green couch up against the wall, pulling her down onto her stomach, securing the end of the rope around the arm of the couch.

Clarke was almost naked, save for her shirt. She didn't have her bra on, since that had been one of the first things she'd had pulled off of her, since Pietro and Wanda had wasted no time playing with her breasts.

So, that was to say, that all of the clothing of her lower torso was now very absent from her body and were pooled down onto the floor next to the couch.

She heard the tearing of plastic, then heard the sound of something rubbery being placed on flesh.

She then, after several seconds, felt someone wrapping their hands around her thighs, spreading them apart.

From above, Steve stared down at Clarke, spreading Clarke's legs apart.

Steve ordered, "Since you can't use your safe word, you remember what to do if you need to stop, right?"

Clarke nodded.

"Show me," Steve ordered.

Clarke grunted in annoyance, but did as Steve instructed and she opened up both her hands, smacking them down hard down onto the couch's pillow.

"Good girl," Steve said, "Now for your reward."

Steve then looked back down at Clarke, reaching for his cock, and guided it to Clarke's cunt, pushing it in, deliberately making sure he was rough when he thrust in, because he knew she wanted it rough.

Clarke cried out when Steve thrust into her.

Steve groaned, listening to Clarke's cry, and he snickered at the mirror across from him and Clarke, allowing him to see himself pounding into Clarke from behind, completely, watching as she thrashed, the ball gag in her mouth, silencing any pleas she might have, just as she wanted.

Keeping her completely at their mercy.

Steve pounded Clarke harder and groaned, "I wish I could get you pregnant. I'd make you my breeding bitch. And you'd like it too, wouldn't you, slut?"

Clarke just moaned, so Steve reached up and smacked Clarke's ass hard, making Clarke moan.

Steve said, "Wouldn't you, slut? Nod."

Clarke nodded quickly, doing as her dom ordered.

She was glad she was taking the pill, too.

Because given how many times Steve, Clint, Thor, Pietro, Rhodey, Bruce and Tony had railed her? She by all rights, should be pregnant. But she always took the pill.

She had no intention of having children. Even if she had sometimes thought about it and had felt a certain yearning, as soon as she saw children running along the sidewalk with their parents, or had seen pictures of Laura and Clint's parents.

Some part of her might have wanted children? But it didn't matter. She wasn't a good person and she wasn't someone that should ever have children.

She was mentally and emotionally unhealthy. And she had some of the most unhealthy habits in the world.

Not only did she have a tendency of being completely promiscuous, and not caring about who she had sex with, but she drank a lot too. And she used to take a lot harder drugs, but had stopped a year ago, when her new fuckbuddies had started taking notice of her odd behavior at times while high and being concerned.

She stopped taking those drugs, hoping that they wouldn't look too closely on why she took them.

Were it not for them noticing? She would have continued to take the harder drugs. She always made sure that the drugs she'd taken, were never addictive drugs.

So, no. Children weren't an option for her.

There was no home life awaiting her. She knew that.

Her previous experiences had proven that to her.

But she sure as hell appreciated what her doms did to her.

So, when Clint came over and Clarke could see him nod to her in the mirror and Steve grinned, nodding to him and Clint reached out, placing his hands on her ass cheeks and spreading them, Clarke just moaned into the ball gag, getting turned on at the thought of what was about to happen.

Clint had put the condom on his cock, and he leaned down, his cock much thicker than Steve's, and Steve reached around, lifting Clarke up allowing Clint access to Clarke's ass, his cock still inside her, pumping into her.

Clint went over, now able to access Clarke's ass better.

When he opened up Clarke's ass this time, he angled his cock down and pushed himself inside her ass, ramming all the way in.

Clarke groaned loudly at the sensation of being so full. Steve's long cock and Clint's both long and girthy cock being inside her at the same time, began pushing her over the edge.

And when Steve and Clint gripped her and pulled out of her and thrust into her at the same time, over and over again, Clarke finally lost it.

She cried out into the gag in her mouth, and clenched around Steve's cock, coming as Clint came in her ass, filling her asshole with him.

Clint groaned, "Oh, yeah, I love how tight you are, slut."

Clarke groaned against the gag again, and her breath hitched, when she felt Steve begin to thrust in harder, his own climax and orgasm hitting, spilling himself into the condom he had on, even if Clarke knew he wanted it in her cunt.

Steve and Clint looked to the others.

"Who wants her next?" Clint asked, smirking.

Clarke was in no way surprised, when she felt Steve and Clint pull out of her and she heard Tony and Natasha coming over, announcing that Clarke's cunt and ass were theirs next.

Clarke shivered, excited again immediately, soon after her newest orgasm and climax.

Clarke glanced out of the corner of her left eye. She couldn't turn her body completely, as she was bound to the arm of the couch.

She saw Tony unzip his pants, smirking at her the whole time as he slowly, elaborately undid his pants and allowed her to see his thick cock spill out and he picked up a condom up off of Steve's desk, earning a "hey!" from Steve and in response, Tony just gave Steve a smirk, opening up Steve's previously unopened condom and put it on his cock.

Natasha pulled down her pants and opened up the bag she had next to her, reaching in and pulling out a big, thick, dark blue strap-on. She pulled the strap onto her person, buckling the straps and pushing the other end of the strap into her cunt. When the strap was fully secured, the obscene toy, attached to Natasha, and the older woman smirked hungrily at Clarke, made the young blonde moan against the gag and the sofa, grinding herself on the sofa's pillow, feeling drenched between her legs again already.

"Already excited again, detka?" Natasha cooed and Clarke nodded, whining. She loved when Natasha called her pet names in Russian. Wanda and Pietro did that too.

Natasha was Russian. But had American citizenship for almost decades now. Wanda and Pietro were newer to the United States, as she understood it, than Natasha was.

They used to live in a small country in Russia, called Sokovia. They had been adopted. Their biological mother had been Roma, their biological father Jewish. But their mother had died in a fire. And their father had been absentee. So, they had ended up in the care of an adoptive family. Their adoptive parents had been killed in an explosion, so, they had years later, moved to the U.S., and neither of them had lost their accent yet.

Not that Clarke minded at all. She had no judgment about accents, whatsoever. Besides, she found Pietro and Wanda's accents hot.

Natasha had lost her accent, however, she could always summon it and use it when she wanted to use particularly vulgar Russian with Clarke.

And she knew it got Clarke off when she did that.

Natasha's tone always sounded thicker and lower whenever she used Russian.

Natasha snickered at Clarke's nodding. "Good girl," Natasha said, "Now, then, devushka, let's see just how many times your masters can make that tight little cunt cum."

Clarke moaned as Natasha and Tony walked over, both of them reaching out and lifting her lower torso up, spreading her legs, both of them, holding her legs open, and Clarke shivered when she felt the tips of not one, but two cocks at her cunt, and she realized that both Natasha and Tony were about to enter her cunt at the same time.

Clarke groaned against the gag when she felt herself being stretched and felt both Tony's cock and Natasha's fake cock thrust slowly into her cunt.

She then heard Natasha say to Tony, "Just listen to our kitten moan. She can't get enough of being a slut, can she?" Tony laughed as Natasha reached around and pressed her left thumb against Clarke's clit and rubbed it over and over again, making her moan loudly as Tony and Natasha thrust in and out of her again.

It didn't take long. Clarke came hard, crying out against the gag.

But Natasha didn't stop.

Tony did, but only because he knew he couldn't reuse a condom.

He pulled out of Clarke, pulling the condom off and tossing it into the trash, then going to his desk and pulling out another condom, putting it on, before rejoining Natasha in Clarke's cunt.

They fucked her, making her cum again.

Tony got another condom and he and Natasha fucked her again.

After they both finally pulled their cocks out of Clarke, and Tony rolled the condom off of his cock, Natasha added one last thing and slipped in one finger after another into Clarke's pussy, till she was fisting the blonde, making Clarke scream in pleasure, her eyes rolling up in the back of her head as she rocked against Natasha's fist.

After Natasha fucked Clarke's brains out with her fist, Jessica lifted Clarke's hips up, sat down on the floor and putting her mouth between Clarke's legs, eating Clarke out several times.

After Clarke had cum dozens of times and lay practically prone against the couch, Jessica pulled the gag out of Clarke's mouth and Natasha untied Clarke's arms.

Laura went to the bathroom, grabbed a glass, filled it with water and carried it over to Clarke.

She lifted Clarke's head with her free hand, tilted Clarke's head, pressing the lip of the glass, lifting the glass and pouring the water down Clarke's throat.

A few minutes later, when Clarke was hydrated and got some of her strength back, and Carol had wrapped her jacket around Clarke's shoulders, allowing Clarke to cover her chest at least with it, Pepper had opened up the drawer of her desk, pulling out a chocolate bar and bringing it over to Clarke so that the young woman could eat it and get some sugar into her body.

Pepper handed the chocolate bar to Clarke and the blond quietly thanked Pepper.

"How do you feel, love?" Natasha asked, smiling with no small amount of arrogance, as she pulled her pants back on, securing them.

Clarke snorted, opening up the wrapper of the chocolate bar, "Like you don't know. You know damn well how I am."

Natasha and the rest of her employers and fuckbuddies chuckled.

Before Clarke took her first bite out of the chocolate bar, Maria said, "Clarke, can I ask you something?"

"Hmm?" Clarke mumbled, looking at Maria, curious.

Maria asked, voice careful, "Why do you always have us act out some severe rape fantasy, pretend to blackmail you into sex or have us degrade you constantly?"

Clarke paused, hand wrapped around the chocolate bar tightening its hold on the sweet.

"Why are you asking?" Clarke asked, unable to help the caution in her voice, "You all know that I have a lot of kinks. You know that. So, why are you suddenly asking that now?"

"It's not that," Laura said and Clarke snapped her head to look at the brunette. It appeared, from the looks on the faces of all of her employers, that this was something that all of them had discussed and Clarke almost glowered at that.

They had planned this line of questioning?

Laura continued, "It's that every single time we get together? You always want us to play out some fucked up fantasy you have. Like the thought of us raping you. Or the thought of us treating you like a whore. I get that you have kinks. And we all are happy to help fulfill those fantasies you have. But every single time we get together, Clarke? And you avoid regular get togethers? When was the last time we had an actual, regular date?"

Clarke clenched her jaw, realizing where this was going.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit!

Here it was.

She had thought that this would all just be fun physical fucking. But now it looked like these assholes were trying to "fix" her.

That wasn't going to happen.

There was no fixing how fucked up she was.

Clarke glared at the employers of hers that had been fucking her hard every chance she got them to for the past two years.

She tried to ignore the painful scars that still seared into the back of her brain.

Abby Griffin, her own biological mother that had abandoned her. Charles Pike and Bellamy Blake, the two men that had…

She didn't need to think about it.

And she wasn't going to think about it. Her fuckbuddies weren't going to get her to think about it.

"Look," Clarke snapped, "There's no reason why we have to have our relationship all nice, cheerful and cuddly, okay? We can just stick to fucking."

Clarke tried to ignore the pang of sadness in her chest when she saw the disappointed expressions on several of her fuckbuddies' faces.

"I'm sorry, alright?" Clarke said, shaking her head, "If you think this is going to become a relationship about romance and love? Sorry, but I can't give you that. And honestly, I didn't know that that was what you guys wanted."

Natasha, Laura, Maria, Rhodey, Clint, Wanda, Pietro, Steve, Tony, Pepper, Carol, Hela and Jessica all gave Clarke a knowing look.

They knew that she knew what they had wanted. She had just been avoiding it.

And they knew it.

"You know what we want," Steve said simply, staring at Clarke as if she had just spoken the biggest lie in the world.

Clarke looked away and started eating the chocolate bar, reaching out with her other hand and gathering up her clothing.

She didn't want to talk about this. And she wouldn't talk about it.

Thankfully, the rest of her fuckbuddies didn't talk about it again. However, after Clarke finished her chocolate bar and got her clothes back on, she was unable to help the anger that spilled out of her and she said, her sky-blue eyes glaring at her employers as she jammed on her shoes, "You might want to remember that document you drew up before. So, don't even think about trying to make it romantic. I can leave anytime I want."

Clarke wasn't even sure where some of this anger was coming from. Anger, pain, all of it surged up, her mind replaying images over and over again of her biological mother, of Pike and of Bellamy. Of Bellamy's sister, Octavia and Bellamy's lover, Raven, who slut shamed Clarke every chance they got.

She was not going to leave herself vulnerable emotionally. Not ever again.

She watched as several of her employers flinched at her words and she glared at Jessica.

Honestly? Out of all of her employers? She had expected Jessica to be the least interested in an actual relationship outside of sex.

This was somewhat of a disappointment to Clarke.

But she said nothing and just left the room, storming back to her cubicle, ignoring the stares she got as she went past the other cubicles.

She shook her head at the curious glances she was getting from Maya, Harper and Monty.

"Don't ask," she grumbled as she went to her cubicle, sat down, ignoring how sore she was and starting to boot up her computer.

She wanted to put this out of her mind. She just didn't want to have to think about this.

Images passed through her mind. Her mother, her own mother, Abby Griffin, abandoning her, as soon as her father died when she had been eight years old.

Abby had tossed her out of the car and then had driven off, having thrown Clarke out after telling her that she had never loved Clarke, ever.

It was why Clarke only used her last name and never the last name of her mother, before Abby married Clarke's father. "Griffin" was the last name she got from her daddy. She would never use her biological mother's last name. Only her daddy's last name.

More horrific memories flashed through her mind. Her being found only a few hours later, as she had walked along the almost empty road, searching for a town or someone to help her, crying the whole time, and the people that had found her? Hadn't helped.

Charles Pike and Bellamy Blake.

They had grabbed her, abducted her, and had…

After what they had done, and Octavia and Raven had their fun degrading Clarke and hitting her when they could, they all had thrown her away, after getting what they had wanted from her for a year, they had thrown her out of a car and had dropped her, beaten and bloody, on the road.

She'd been found a second time, but thankfully, this time by people that meant to help.

They got her to a hospital and had gotten her help.

But she was never the same afterwards.

Clarke didn't need a therapist to know that what had been done to her had caused a severe mental trauma.

Clarke just didn't want to think about it. She glared at the computer and started doing her work, trying to ignore her thoughts.

Back in the employers' room, Clarke's lovers all regarded each other.

"You know we're going to have to see if we can get her to talk more about this," Laura said, and she knew that the others all agreed.

"How?" Clint asked quietly, sounding sad, "She's about as good as talking about her issues as she is at having impulse control."

Needless to say, that meant that Clarke wasn't good at either of those things at all.

Natasha said, leaning back against a wall, speaking dryly as the rest of them got their clothes back on, "I think we might be able to manage it. But I have a suspicion. We are probably going to need the help of a licensed therapist."

At Tony, Steve, Bruce, Carol, Maria, Wanda, Pietro and Thor's confused expressions, Natasha sighed, "Clarke clearly needs help. Professional help."

The others stiffened and didn't say anything, but certainly didn't protest.

That went without saying.

And they supposed it was best if they allowed Natasha, Pepper, Laura and Clint try to persuade Clarke to go to therapy.

After all, this was a very, very delicate subject. And it needed tact.

Pepper said, nodding to Laura, Clint and Natasha, "I'll talk with her, if all of you want."

Natasha nodded. "Alright," she said, "But I'll be nearby, if you need backup to talk to her."

Pepper smiled, "Thanks, Nat," she said.

Clarke wasn't to know this, even if she suspected it, but all of them had fallen in love with her. And they wanted a relationship. More than just sex. But there clearly were issues that Clarke was suffering from, serious issues. Issues that Clarke wasn't eager to address anytime soon.

But all of Clarke's current lovers? They wanted her to be happy. Wanted to have a relationship with her.

Unless she chose to exit out of the relationship, they were going to try what they could to get Clarke the help that she needed.