Warnings for gang rape and controlling behavior.
Safe-Haven
Chapter three
Clarke's broken moans were muffled by the rope in her mouth as usual. She had been lowered down onto her stomach on the soft bed that had been summoned under her and her legs and been spread-not that she should be in any way shocked that her legs would be tied apart, not by this point.
She had been violated over a dozen times now. Her breasts sucked, her asshole probed by fingers and tongues multiple times, her clit sucked, licked and flicked over a dozen times by fingers and tongues and her cunt pounded repeatedly by fingers and tongues.
The point was, she was being gang raped. Had been gang raped now for what must have been hours.
Honestly, she wasn't sure how she still had energy to be awake.
The tender whispers and loving words of devotion that the women that had been violating her…her rapists, had said to her in her ears while they raped her repeatedly, hadn't helped.
How gentle they were with her, didn't help either.
They were so soft with her, so completely soft with her.
It was like she was getting raped by clouds.
That was a bizarre analogy, sure, but that was the best her fear, shock and pleasure assaulted mind could come up with.
And it was fitting, with how softly they handled her. Like they thought she was made of the most fragile glass that might break at any moment. Given what was being done to her? She wasn't sure she wouldn't soon enough.
The words that had been whispered into her ears, had been words of love, devotion, tenderness and sweetness.
Which she would say was a disturbing contradiction to their actions. Except disturbingly, their words fit how gentle they were being with her. As if the words and the gentleness alike, were efforts to apologize to Clarke for what was being done to her. Or at least, reassurance that what was being done to her wasn't out of any type of hatred or anger.
That made it so much worse for her.
At least she'd know to hate them if their actions were out of malice.
She didn't know what to feel with this.
Worse, she could feel that pull to them. That almost addictive pull to them.
She would try to cry out, "no," and "let me go," and "no more," and "stop," but the rope in her mouth silenced her.
She had learned all of these women's names, from hearing them talk to each other and address each other by name. So if nothing else, she now knew the names of her rapists.
While she was on her stomach, she waited, not sure what was about to happen next. When she felt hands on her inner thighs, she thought she was going to feel a greedy hand between her legs again, as that had been what she had become accustomed to these past several hours.
As she had learned, these women loved to finger her. And lick her. And thrust their tongues into her cunt.
But what she felt at her entrance, wasn't any of those things. She cried out around the rope, when she felt something hard and probably made of silicone, slip between her pussy lips and slowly slide into her cunt.
Again, even knowing that there was nothing that she could do to stop this, she struggled, when she realized what was being put inside her. Her arms were now tied above her head to a rock, and there was a fake cock being thrust into her.
She cried out when she felt the toy slide against her clit, pleasure slicing into her again.
She turned her head enough to see who the person was that was sliding the toy into her.
She got her answer, when she saw Natasha holding her captive's left leg up, spreading it out of the way, her right hand holding a big, thick dildo and the redhead was smiling predatorily as she slowly slipped the toy into Clarke.
When Natasha slowly pushed the dildo into Clarke deeper, Clarke closed her eyes again and moaned loudly.
She heard a voice by her right ear, hearing Niylah's voice speak to her softly, "It's alright, Clarke. We'll take care of everything. Just relax and enjoy what we do to you."
Clarke wasn't sure she could relax right now even if she tried. But she sure as hell was enjoying what was being done to her. And she hated that.
She felt hands stroking her back and hair as she heard Natasha croon, as she violated Clarke, "You're still so wet, Clarke. We know what you want. You know how much you've yearned for this. Even if you deny it. I know this is all new and difficult for you. But it will be alright. We'll take care of everything."
Clarke shivered. She hated how she felt reassured by these women's words.
Like some part of her was so sure, absolutely sure that they were sincere in their words and that everything would be alright, as long as she trusted them.
She knew it had something to do with this connection she felt to them. And she feared that feeling, maybe even more than she feared these women.
She cried out louder when the toy was slipping out of her, then thrust back inside her, and her mind exploded and her eyes remained screwed shut as she clenched around the dildo.
"My, my," Clarke heard Wanda say, sounding pleased, "Natasha, you were right. She likes toys."
Clarke heard Natasha laugh, a deep, sultry sound, "You really needed that proved, Maximoff? We've seen her fantasies. Just wait till we get the straps out. She'll love those."
Clarke tried not to sob into the rope both in despair and need, with the promise that she would be violated again soon, and feeling agonizing yearning, realizing that a part of her wanted what Natasha was saying would be done to her.
Clarke screamed then when Natasha pounded the dildo harder into her, pulling it out, then thrusting it back in, after Clarke had had a chance to recover.
After Natasha took her three more times with the dildo, Clarke gasped in relief and surprise, when Natasha pulled the toy out of her.
"Her throat's probably soar after all that," Wanda said, "Give her to me."
Clarke's mind tried to grasp the implications of what Wanda meant, but didn't have time, since the ropes around the rock were taken off the rock and her arms were tied behind her back again. A hand then grabbed the ropes around her wrists, standing her up on her knees again, and Wanda got closer to Clarke, opening her shirt up.
Clarke looked at the brunette, confused, then she felt a hand pulling the rope out of her mouth, and Wanda wrapped her left hand around the back of Clarke's head and pulled her close, her right hand cupping her own right breast and Clarke gasped when she saw milk beginning to spill out of Wanda's nipple. Her shock over realizing what Wanda meant for her to do, kept her from closing her mouth in time.
And onto Wanda's nipple, her mouth went, being guided by Wanda's hands. Wanda said playfully, "Go ahead and bite if you want, sweet girl. It won't make a difference. As I'm sure you know by now. I'll just heal up. Better to just drink my milk, sweet one."
Clarke tried to come up with some reason why she should bite Wanda, but couldn't. as Wanda said, biting did no good. They'd heal up quickly.
What disturbed her more, was how much she was enjoying this still. Drinking the milk, feeling Wanda press her captive's face against her breasts, Clarke could feel her struggles beginning to diminish.
How long had she yearned for affection like this? Of something close to resembling maternal love? Love that had been denied to her.
As she felt her muscles no longer being tensed, she heard chuckles all around her.
"You know," Natasha said, "If we knew that all we had to do was breastfeed you to get you to cooperate, we would have done that from the beginning."
Clarke whimpered. She hated how much she wanted this, how much she loved this, but her mind began to travel to the question of what the alternative would be. The "human world," where these women had taken her from, had treated her terribly. She had been borderline touch starved.
The alternative to that being gang rape? That…..that shouldn't have been a tempting alternative.
But the gentleness, the softness, the loving words, the promise that they wouldn't isolate her, that they wanted her to have more friends…
Basically the opposite of what she had experienced with her adoptive mother and the people that she had chosen over her adoptive daughter.
If Clarke's entire life had consisted of neglect and verbal abuse, being told that she would never be loved or wanted, what she was experiencing now?
It was an assault, multiple assaults. But tender, soft, loving assaults, almost. And promises of love and devotion and telling her that she was loved completely and that the people having their way with her would do anything for her.
It shouldn't have been a tempting alternative to her former life.
But it was.
She drank Wanda's milk, listening to the loving cooing from the women all around her, and knew, without needing further incentive, what her choice was going to be.
She hated herself for it. But she knew what her choice was going to be.
These women were giving her everything she had ever yearned for.
Soft touches, tender pleasure, declarations of absolute devotion. And being told that none of this was her fault?
Something that was so different from what she had experienced before now? Where she had been blamed for something just for existing?
Clarke sobbed against Wanda's breast as she sucked on the brunette's nipple, drinking the woman's milk.
What else could she do?
She felt two bodies press against her back and felt mouths by her neck, kissing her. She heard Natasha croon to her as she pressed against the blonde, "It's alright, Clarke. You're safe. Just let us take care of you. We'll always take care of you."
Clarke moaned against Wanda's breasts at Natasha's words, wishing those words didn't have the effect on her that they did.
Niylah was the one to talk next, also being pressed up against Clarke, "We wished we had found you earlier. If we had? We would have taken you from those horrid humans that mistreated you for so long. But we didn't know where you were, until a few years ago. We're so sorry that we didn't find you before, sweet one."
Niylah pressed her forehead against Clarke's shoulder, as if trying to reassure herself and Clarke was disturbed to find that she felt like she wanted to comfort Niylah.
She heard Mari's voice say softly, "It's alright, Niylah, we can take care of her now. We have centuries to look after her."
Clarke shuddered. Centuries? These people had been around for centuries? She remembered what they were. Demons.
And she was going to be around for centuries? Being subjected to…
She trembled between Natasha, Niylah and Wanda, the thought of being treated like this, held captive, pleasured against her will, being protected and cared for, being loved, even if it was against her will, both terrified her and made her feel such unbearable joy and hope that it hurt.
They weren't going to abandon her. Discard her, as soon as they had what they wanted with her. They wanted to keep her. To take care of her. They didn't judge her just for existing.
When Clarke had drunk all the milk from the nipple that she had been drinking from, she felt her mouth being moved from Wanda's right breast, to her left one. "Now drink more of mama's milk," Wanda ordered and against her will, Clarke moaned into Wanda's other breast as she drank the demon woman's milk.
Natasha chuckled, "I think she likes that. Hearing us wanting her to call us mama and mommy."
All of the women chuckled around Clarke as she shivered, feeling more heat traveled to between her legs. Natasha crooned against Clarke's ear, "Don't worry, malyshka, we'll give you all the love you could ever ask for. Your mamas and mommies will take care of you."
Clarke whimpered, pressing harder against Wanda's chest, feeling such need in her chest.
Tears streamed down her face again, but for entirely different reasons now. Not out of fear. But out of desperation.
Love that she thought she'd get, but then was denied, being mistreated for so long, being told that no one would ever love her. It took a toll on her.
It took an unbearable toll on her.
She was so tired. So tired of thinking that no one would ever understand her. Of thinking that no one would even try to love her.
Unable to help herself anymore, Clarke hugged herself against Wanda tightly, or as well as she could, with her arms tied behind her back, hearing more chuckles around her, and she whimpered against Wanda's breast when she felt her legs being parted from behind again.
Just because she had started to cooperate a little more, didn't mean that they were going to stop violating her.
Clarke didn't even struggle with that knowledge.
She wasn't sure she could bear trying to get away this time.
She heard something buckling into place behind her and heard Hela's voice say in command, "It's my turn now."
Natasha and Niylah both purred in what sounded like dark glee at Clarke's ears, and she felt them move away from her.
She felt Hela's hands on her hips and felt the head of what had to be a strap-on thrust up into her from behind, as she sucked on Wanda's breast.
She cried out against Wanda's chest as Hela took her, thrusting up into her, the dark-haired demon nuzzled against Clarke's pale blonde hair and said, softly, her seductive voice making it harder for Clarke to fight the pleasure that Hela was causing by ramming the strap she had on her into Clarke, "You have nothing to fear from us, little one. You will never have anything to worry about ever again now."
Clarke whined, feeling the last of her resistance gone as Hela pounded her, pounded her harder with every thrust, and Clarke felt her orgasm blast through her like an explosion, her vision becoming blurry as her mind went flying.
She didn't know how long her mind was gone, as Hela was inside her and as she drank Wanda's milk, but eventually, her mind came back to herself as she collapsed against Wanda.
Wanda and Hela both cooed to her as they held her, allowing Clarke to come down from her high.
"Hela," Mari growled, "It's my turn next."
Hela scoffed, thrusting into Clarke again for good measure, making Clarke shake, yelping against Wanda's breast as the brunette stroked her hair, "We'll have eternity to have our way with her. And you can't wait a few more minutes? Fine."
Hela pulled out of Clarke, purring against Clarke as she did, "I'll have my time with you alone later."
Clarke shivered at the promise, again, disturbed that she wasn't as frightened by such words as she should be.
Clarke felt her legs being spread again and moaned, eyes widening when she felt not one, but two thick, silicone heads enter her. She felt two pairs of hands gripping her waist and felt two cocks slowly being slid inside her.
She heard Mari growl behind her, "Like I said, Clarke, my turn to love you."
"Our turn," Felicia corrected right behind Clarke, thrusting up into Clarke, "Don't worry, Clarke. This won't hurt. We'd never hurt you."
Felicia and Mari began thrusting up hard into Clarke, making Clarke shake with her growing orgasm again.
What had to be hours and hours had passed by, and Clarke had discovered that Wanda wasn't the only demon that had milk to offer from her breasts. After Mari and Felicia had finished up using Clarke, Pepper had begun to take her from behind next, and Natasha had pulled her close, opening up her shirt, and having Clarke wrap her mouth around the redhead's right nipple, having her suck on the milk coming out and if it weren't for Pepper already thrusting into her and Clarke already overwhelmed and her mouth drinking from Natasha's breast, she might have come right there from seeing the terrifying, catlike smile of hunger on Natasha's face as Clarke sucked on her breast, drinking the milk out.
After Clarke came twice on Pepper's fake cock, Natasha pulled on a big, thick, dark red strap, and pulled Clarke onto her lap, impaling Clarke on her strap.
Clarke screamed out, eyes rolling up into her head almost instantly, and Natasha pushed Clarke's mouth closer to her left nipple, making Clarke drink the milk from that breast.
Clarke's self-control and will had long since been torn to shreds, so she couldn't stop herself from riding Natasha's cock as Natasha bounced her up and down on her cock, drinking at Natasha's milk as she did.
Natasha's seductive voice made Clarke shiver when the redhead spoke, "There you go. Much more eager now, aren't you? Now that you know we love you more than anyone. That's right, devushka. Ride mommy."
And those words, as wrong as it was, it sent Clarke over the edge. She screamed into Natasha's breast as she rode Natasha's cock, and felt a new intense orgasm explode inside her as her vision went blind with white again.
When Clarke's pleasure began to subside and she shook against Natasha's breasts, she felt Natasha cup her chin, pushing Clarke's mouth from her breast and making her look up into her eyes.
"My love," Natasha said softly, "Are you going to struggle again if we put you back down on the ground?"
Clarke heard the question and shifted, feeling the toy in her, trying not to whimper at the feeling.
But she already had figured out what her answer to Natasha's question would be.
No. No, she wouldn't struggle.
Natasha must have read her answer on her face, because Natasha smiled devilishly again.
"Good girl," she said, lowering Clarke down off of her lap, pulling her toy out of Clarke's pussy, placing Clarke down onto her knees again on the bed on the floor of the room.
"Are you going to untie me now?" Clarke asked, startled to find that she wasn't totally opposed to remaining bound in this position.
She didn't feel herself becoming numb or strained, like she should have been. Maybe it was magic or maybe she really was a demon. Because she felt no pain in her arms or any of her body from where she had bound for long periods of time.
The position just felt sensual for her.
So when Natasha shook her head, smirking and answered, "No, malen'kiy. We are not going to untie you. We aren't finished, after all."
Clarke whined, feeling the rope against her clit, now that Natasha had pulled out of her, which had caused the rope to slide back onto her slit.
She wasn't sure how many more times they were planning to take her, but she was also struck by her not feeling tired in any way after all the times she had been violated.
Demon stamina? Or magic?
Then again, throughout the years, during her time masturbating, during her many fantasies, she had been able to masturbate several times. Really countless times, till she had gotten tired.
Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt herself being lifted up off the ground again and gasped when she felt two strap-ons entering her, she was soon straddling both Dinah and Helena's laps, feeling the straps they had on, entering her, stretching her out.
Clarke moaned, closing her eyes as she heard Pepper cooing to her, "I see you're starting to not struggle so much, baby. See? It's so much better this way."
Clarke tried to think of something to say, but couldn't, and could only moan as her hole was stretched out by Dinah and Helena.
Even if Clarke had stopped struggling, realizing she might as well stop struggling, if that meant it came with promises of endless love, it didn't change that she was being raped again and again.
She knew she was being raped.
And it still disturbed her how much she was enjoying it.
She was violated dozens and dozens more times. She was pulled onto Niylah's mouth, forced to ride Niylah's mouth, feeling Niylah's hand on her hips, and feeling pleasure begin to slice through her again, slamming into her.
Tora and Beatriz took her in both her cunt and ass with strap-ons.
Melina pulled Clarke to her, reached around and fingered her for what had to be an hour.
Sigrid kneeled down and ate her out for hours.
Diana fisted her, making her cum four times.
They tied her arms above her head to the rock again, laying her down on her back on the bed, spreading her legs wide, and while the other demons held her down, all three Natasha, Maria and Carol, devoured her, putting their mouths on her cunt. Carol thrust her tongue into Clarke's cunt, Natasha wrapped her lips around Clarke's clit and sucked, making sure the sucking sounded vulgar, tongue lapping at Clarke's clit, the performance most likely able to make the most sexually experienced person on the planet flush with embarrassment, and Maria's tongue stroked all around Clarke's vulvae.
Clarke howled with pleasure as she bucked her hips against the three mouths on her.
Their mouths remained on her for a very long time.
She came so many times, she lost count. When Carol, Maria and Natasha finally moved their mouths off of her cunt, a pool of cum under her now, spilling out, Wanda laid down on her and started grinding against her, till Clarke came again, this next orgasm almost painful.
Brunnhilde laid down on her and ground down against Clarke again like Wanda had after Wanda had finished up.
Then Yelena popped one finger after another into her mouth, slowly pulling each finger out, making sure Clarke saw, a predatory smirk on Yelena's face as she pulled the fingers out of her mouth and then brought her hand down to between Clarke's legs, inserting one finger after another into Clarke, and ramming her fingers in and out.
Clarke cried out when Yelena made her cum again.
Then they started again. Hela pinned her to a wall, as they untied her slightly, ramming her cock into Clarke, pounding the blonde till Clarke violently came again. Clarke was laid down onto the stairs leading up to the throne and eaten out by each of them for hours. They then moved her back to the bed, laid her down and each of them slipped a strap into her, each taking her with their straps for hours.
Finally, whatever vigor she had? Ran out.
With a slowly drying pool of her cum under her, Clarke felt herself losing consciousness, her vision going black.
Before she passed out, she was startled by the feeling of absolute safety she felt before losing consciousness.
She heard Natasha chuckle as she began to drift off, "That's right, Clarke. Just sleep, malen'kiy. Get some of your strength back. We'll take care of everything, we promise."
As they watched Clarke pass out against the bed, eyes closed, body now sagging against the bed, Diana smiled, flicking her hand and the ropes all around Clarke's body disappeared. Wanda waved her hand and the bed, which had been soaked with Clarke's pleasure, was now clean.
Niylah summoned a blanket and draped it over Clarke's body. Natasha, Maria, Yelena and Carol all sat down on the edges of the bed, staring down at Clarke. Natasha reached her hand down and stroked Clarke's hair.
Natasha smiled as Clarke quietly moaned in her sleep.
"I don't think we need to worry about her trying to run away now," Brunnhilde said, looking down at Clarke, smiling, "Did you see how she responded when Wanda had her drinking milk?"
"Trust us," Natasha said, voice dry, "I think we all say that."
Everyone heard the satisfaction in Natasha's voice, satisfaction they all also felt.
They had been able to feel it practically. Clarke's resistance beginning to disappear.
She had begun to realize, surely, how loved she would be with them.
Mari sat down at the foot of the bed, staring at Clarke yearningly.
"Do we have to send her back?" Wanda asked sadly, "Even if it's temporarily?"
"Yes," Diana said, "For now. It's too soon for us to expect her to stay with us now. Even if she's been verbally abused for years, she's too attached to the human world. She just needs time."
"In the meantime," Mari said, thinking about those that had hurt their beloved, "We need to dispose of the people that have harmed Clarke in any way."
Diana nodded. Everyone certainly agreed with that.
The plan was to send Clarke back, one or two of them going with her and explaining that she wouldn't be kept in the demon world yet, and that they'd let her be in the human world for periods of time, but only on the condition that she started making more connections, started making more friends in the world outside of the cottage.
And if she met with Wells and Callie more.
And while Clarke was busy, unaware, Natasha, Wanda, Diana, Mari and the others, would get rid of the people that had harmed Clarke.
Abby Griffin, Markus Kane, Bellamy Blake, Octavia Blake, Nathan Miller, Jasper Jordan, John Murphy, Raven Reyes and the others.
For how they had treated Clarke? They would all suffer.
And Clarke would never have any suspicion cast upon her. The demon women would make sure that she would be in public with the people around her, giving her the perfect alibi.
However, at the moment, they were busy watching their mate sleep.
While it might have been strange for them to be fascinated, watching her sleep, when they had just watched her twist and writhe in pleasure, watched her face contort with need. But they hadn't been able to get her till now. They couldn't help but watch her after the many years of separation.
Time moved differently from them, yes, since they were demons, not humans.
But those seventeen years searching for her, not knowing where she was, till they found her and sent Thor out in his German Shepherd form to lure her to the cottage and the years they had spent giving her space till now, had passed by so slowly and painfully, that they weren't sure they could feel so arrogant about that now.
Natasha slipped her hand under a few locks of Clarke's pale blonde hair, lifting it and tipping her hand, allowing Clarke's hair to spill back down, watching with fascination, still.
They kept watching but silently communicated through mentally speaking, something no human could do, but demons were very adept at.
They didn't speak out loud after several minutes, because they didn't want to wake Clarke.
They communicated, and decided that it would be best if Natasha and Diana were the ones that went with Clarke back to the human world and explained everything.
After that, when they made sure that Clarke was around friends, surrounded by people, so that everyone knew that she wasn't near any murder scene, that was when they'd enact vengeance upon the people that hurt Clarke.
After a few hours passed, and they were sure that Clarke was going to wake up, they magically transported her back to the cottage, Diana and Natasha going with her.
Diana and Natasha placed Clarke back onto her bed, pulling the covers over her naked, exhausted body.
And both older demons waited, watching Clarke, and knowing that she would wake up soon.
Natasha and Diana both had summoned clothes to cover themselves. They would do the same for Clarke when she was awake.
They both knew that Clarke would need time to accept this. All of this.
Knowing that she was a demon, and that there were demons mated to her, demons who had all raped her and hadn't done it out of any rage or malice but out of love.
She would resist them for a long time.
They could handle that. But right now? They needed to help Clarke form bonds in the human world.
Until she was ready to rejoin them in the demon world.
Demons weren't meant to live in the human world. But Clarke had been stolen when she had just been barely two years old.
Her adoptive human father, Jake Griffin had taken her in. Much to his wife's chagrin. And ten years later, the better parent had died.
All of Clarke's eventual wives, had been sure that Jake's death had not been murder. But Abby Griffin certainly had not shed many tears over her former husband's demise.
After Clarke's biological mother and father in the demon world had been killed, Clarke had been taken away by a political rival and cast into the human world.
The political rival, Cage Wallace, successor of his father, Dante Wallace, had both been killed by Diana, Natasha and the other demon queens, hungering for revenge for what had been done to their mate and her family.
After they had wiped out the Wallace father and son and all the Wallaces friends and allies, they had gone about trying to find their mate.
However, when they realized where their mate had been cast off to, they had tried to track her down. For years.
Eventually, they had finally found her, when she had been but seventeen years old. And they had Thor change into his German Shepherd form and lead Clarke to her temporary home, this cottage in the garden.
They had chosen to give Clarke a few years alone, so she could have some independence and try to recuperate from all the mental and emotional abuse she had received from humans over the years.
But there was a complication. Clarke was too traumatized from all the abuse.
It was why she avoided being around a lot of people for so long.
And it was why she didn't even let Wells and Callie near her for that long.
She saw people and heard their voices, and she expected to be yelled and to be told how worthless she was and being asked why she even bothered, because no one would love her.
Here in this cottage, she might be isolated, but at least she wasn't picked apart constantly by people who wanted to whittle her down to nothing.
Which meant simply, that Diana and Natasha and the others would have to make short work of the people that had made Clarke's life a living hell, daily.
By killing them. One after the other.
Finally tearing her eyes from where Clarke lay, Diana turned her head to Natasha. She said, "I think you and I agree on the same thing. Clarke's adoptive mother, and her boyfriends and the rest, they have to go."
Natasha chuckled, "Well, that goes without saying. They hurt her. So they die. And she can never have peace in this world while they live. But Abby and her boyfriends? Markus Kane and Bellamy Blake? I want them to suffer for the longest out of all of them"
Diana smirked, looking back at their beloved. "Oh, you don't need to worry about that, Natasha," she said, "I assure you, I want the same thing. But that just means that we need to get rid of the others quickly."
"A real shame," Natasha said, snickering, "Because it would be fun to torture all of them. But if we'd want to take our time with all of them, we'd need to take them into our world. And is that acceptable? Because I would take them into our world, if it meant torturing them to death."
Diana pondered that.
That just might work.
If they made sure Clarke spent time in this world with Wells and Callie or some new connection she was to make, then Natasha, Diana and the other demons, could take hold of Abby, Markus, Bellamy and the rest of the pieces of garbage that had hurt Clarke, bring them into the demon world, and torture them to death there.
And they could dispose of the bodies or have the bodies littered all over their apartment.
They'd need to give Clarke a perfect alibi. Where a lot of people were around her, so that she had people witnessing her as far away from where the murders were to take place, as possible.
Then there would be no suspicion cast upon Clarke, whatsoever.
Natasha waved her hand and summoned some of Clarke's clothing, placing them onto a chair next to the bed, awaiting Clarke's attention.
After a few more hours passed, which had consisted of Diana and Natasha just sitting down on a couch next to Clarke's bed, Natasha summoning a book and reading it and Diana doing the same, the both of them occasionally looking at Clarke to stare longingly at her.
Eventually, Clarke woke up, groaning quietly as she slowly sat up from where she lay under the covers.
It took a few seconds for her to realize what was happening. Clarke's eyes opened and the sheets fell down from her naked body, and her eyes fell upon the two demon women seated on the couch across from her, both of them smiling at her from when they looked up from their books.
Clarke gasped, backing up under the covers, going up against the wall, suddenly realizing, looking down at herself, that she was entirely nude, and she glanced at Natasha and Diana fearfully, very aware of what had happened before she had passed out and grabbed the sheets, covering her body with them, not that she actually believed that the sheets would protect her from either Natasha or Diana.
Natasha smiled softly, closing the book and making it disappear as she stood up from the couch. She said, "Clarke, we won't hurt you. I know what we did scared you. I know that the human has taught you that what we did, is something only done out of hate or out of selfishness. That wasn't what it was, Clarke."
Clarke shook under the covers. She said as she trembled, "You raped me. There's no trying to make me feel better about that."
Clarke was startled to see Natasha's smile falter. It didn't disappear, but it faltered. Diana actually closed her eyes, looking sad for a moment.
"What we did," Diana said, getting up from the couch, making her book disappear, "I promise you, we did out of love. I know that's hard for you to believe. But we did do it out of love. And I'm sorry if it hurt you in any way. But tell me, did you not feel anything? Were you in pain in any way during all of that, my love?"
Clarke glared, still gripping her covers and sheets. "Just because you didn't hurt me while you did it, and just because I enjoyed it, doesn't mean that it wasn't rape!"
"You're right," Natasha said gently, "You enjoying it and us not hurting you, doesn't mean that it wasn't rape. But I swear, Clarke, we did it out of love. Tell me, what else did you feel when we took you?"
Clarke scoffed, shaking her head. What a ridiculous way of talking about rape. "Taking someone." As if rape wasn't already a word describing someone violating someone else.
But she thought about Natasha's question. Really thought about it, because she knew that she had felt something else during all those hours of her being violated mind, body and soul.
She had felt plenty of fear, sure. Shock and confusion, definitely. Horror, oh, without question.
But she had also felt pleasure. Unimaginable pleasure. Mind destroying pleasure.
However, as she had told Natasha and Diana, just because she had enjoyed what had been done to her, hadn't made it not rape. It had still been rape, since she had never had a choice.
But, she had felt something else besides physical pleasure.
She somehow, regardless of the horror and the fear and the realization of what was going to be done to her, the whole time, Clarke had felt safe. Disturbingly, she had felt safe. Something she never should have felt while being raped.
And not just safe. She somehow had felt like she was being cared for. Greatly cared for in a way she hadn't ever been before.
And she felt like she had known Natasha, Diana and all the other women.
Like she had been meant to always know them.
Like she yearned to know them and be with them, even while they had had her totally bound up in ropes and had violated her, had used her in every way that existed.
Clarke shivered. She knew that whatever Natasha and Diana were trying to tell her, they were being effective at it.
She looked at the two demons. She said, "You called me, 'love' during all of that. You….you love me?"
Natasha nodded. "We do," she said, "Dearly, malen'kiy."
Clarke half thought of asking what that word meant, but chose not to ask.
Diana said soothingly, "Clarke, we love you more than words can say. I know that it's too soon for you to believe that. But we do."
Clarke's shivers died down and she sighed, hugging the sheets to her body, but this time, it was subconsciously, and not about fear or self-consciousness.
She felt herself going through the same awareness that she had gone through back when she had been bound, gagged and gang raped.
She knew that what they had done to her had been rape. She had known that.
Even if she had enjoyed it, it had been rape. However, she understood something. They loved her. When they said they loved her, she believed it. Disturbing as it was, she believed it.
And she knew as well, that they would do everything, so much more than anyone had before, to make her happy, to keep her safe.
She knew she should have been disgusted with herself for realizing that she was beginning to see things the way these demon women did, but deep down, she knew that they would protect her, that what they had done had indeed not been out of malice or selfishness. She wished she didn't believe them. But she did.
Clarke slowly looked back at them and asked, "You said you wanted me to have more friends in this world, right?"
"Yes," Natasha said, "We want you to reconnect with Wells and Callie. But also make more friends. It's not healthy for you to be isolating yourself this way. We want you to be able to have more connections. We know you're lonely here, even if you deny it."
Clarke tried not to feel like she had just been hit. She was lonely here. She had felt good not having to be around her abusers anymore. But sometimes she hated how alone she was, even if it had been a necessity, in order to get away from the people that had hurt her for years, since she had been twelve.
Natasha watched her and said gently, aware that she was getting somewhere with Clarke, "We want you to live with us in the demon world. But we know expecting you to do that now, would be asking for you to do it too soon. And we won't do that. We want you to be ready to live with us. And for that, you need to have connections here in the human world. So can you promise to try to reconnect with Wells and Callie and try to reach out to other people?"
Clarke shifted, looking at Natasha and Diana, uncertain.
She knew that this was strange. But Natasha and Diana, they were telling her exactly what she had been feeling these past few years. They were taking care of her, just like some part of her knew they would.
She nodded. Against her will almost, she nodded.
"Alright," she said, "I promise I'll try."
"Alright, Clarke," Diana said, speaking in a soft tone, "We will be watching you now. Now that we've found you? We're not going to ever stop watching you. Till you're in our world, where you belong. We need to keep watch of you. We need to protect you. But we'll let you make friends with people in this world. And we'll give you space. For now. But Clarke, we want you to know that we can grab you anytime we want. So after you're done making friends and socializing and return to this cottage? We will come back for you and have you. Get used to what we do."
Clarke shuddered. She understood Diana's message.
She could walk around freely in the human world and have friends, make connections. But when she came back to the cottage at night, she would belong entirely to these demon women.
She could socialize during the day. But at night, she would be grabbed, bound and gagged again, and fucked by the many demon women. And her consent would never be needed.
Again, Clarke felt like she should have been more horrified by this prospect, than she actually was.
Oh, she was so disturbed. She was very disturbed. But there was a certain calm and even warm acceptance. She was more accepting and even content than she should have over such a horrifying life that was before her.
Clarke nodded as she said, "Okay."
She heard footsteps come closer to her and felt a hand gently stroke her hair. She looked up, startled.
She stared into Natasha's green eyes and couldn't help but be stunned by how beautiful those emerald eyes were.
Natasha said calmly, her face unreadable, "We'll let you get dressed. But remember, we are keeping an eye on you. You're protected."
Clarke nodded. She understood both the promise of protection, but also the warning. She was protected. But she also would be monitored. Made sure that she wouldn't go run off and try to escape the demons that had ensnared her or try to tell anyone.
Natasha stepped away from Clarke, the corners of her lips just slightly turning up. "We'll leave you alone for now, malyshka," she said, "We love you."
"Goodbye for now, my love," Diana said, and Clarke watched, mouth dropping as Natasha and Diana both disappeared. Actually disappeared. There were there one moment, then they flickered like a pair of flickering lights, then they disappeared.
Clarke sighed and lowered the sheets from her body.
She knew that there was no real point in her hiding her body from Natasha and Diana. Not only because they already had violated her in every way they could, but also because she fully believed them when they said that they had a way of watching her.
She then wondered something. She asked out loud, "Can you hear me too?"
Clarke didn't hear anything at first. She told herself that just because she didn't get an answer, didn't mean that they didn't hear her.
However, she got her answer a second later. She heard a familiar voice in her head. It was Natasha's voice.
She heard the voice, like a seductive thrum. Natasha said, "Yes, malen'kiy. We can hear you, sladkiy."
Clarke tried not to shift more uneasily, realizing that not only could these demon women, here and see her, but they could talk to her mentally from where they were.
She had absolutely no idea what all those words that Natasha addressed her as. She was going to go and assume that they were pet names of some type.
But she'd think about that later.
For now, she supposed that if she wanted to stay in this world for longer than she was allowed, she'd need to start making friends.
She looked out the window. She had closed the window and had put the shutters in place. However, under the slit of the window, she could see sunlight beginning to slide through.
It was morning.
Clarke almost chuckled when she realized that she wasn't tired. Not even close to tired. Her sleep had been long and fulfilling.
She lifted herself out of the bed, knowing her body was being looked at by multiple sets of demon eyes.
She tried not to think about that too much.
And again, Clarke was disturbed that she wasn't as close to as horrified by what had happened to her, as she should have been.
She got in the shower. While she showered, she felt no shame. She knew that often people felt unclean after they went through what she had gone through. But she didn't.
She wondered if that was because she was in shock, or if it was something the demon women had done to her, affecting her mentally, or if there really was something different about her from everyone else, and there actually was something between her and these demon women.
She got out of the shower, dried herself off, grabbed her clothes, got dressed and grabbed her phone, sending a text to Wells and Callie.
She supposed it was time for her to try to reconnect with them.
In the demon world, Clarke's soulmates were discussing what to do with the people that had made Clarke's life hell.
They wanted Clarke to become acquainted with their world, and with the people who were meant to be Clarke's family. Clint and Laura Barton, were Natasha's friends and they and their children and Clint's brother, "Barney" and Barney's wife, were all Clarke's soulmates, but soulmates in a different way. Familial soulmates.
Natasha knew that Clint, Laura, Barney and his mate, Simone, wanted to see their daughter. Clarke wasn't their daughter by blood. But she was their daughter, nonetheless. And she was the older sister of Clint and Laura's biological children.
Natasha wanted Clarke to meet them. But she knew it was too soon to expect that.
She looked at Wanda, who was watching Clarke in the small pool of water that they used as a window to look into the human world.
She knew that Wanda wanted Clarke to meet her children. Wanda's children. By blood. Two boys.
Billy and Tommy.
"Soon, Wanda," Natasha assured the other demon, "Just give Clarke time."
Wanda nodded, not facing Natasha.
Natasha knew that Clarke wanted children. But hadn't, fearing she'd be a bad parent. And that she might be hurting a child by bringing said child into her life.
But that wouldn't be a problem soon. She would know Billy and Tommy soon.
And eventually, because women demons could reproduce together? Clarke would have biological children of her own, with her mates. If she desired to.
Author's note
This chapter probably isn't that good. I just wanted to get it over with, since I felt really uncomfortable with writing about the subject matter and Clarke accepting it.
