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I'm going to make this a trilogy.
More doms than you can count!
Clarke Griffin and her lovers' relationship was doing well. It seemed to get better more and more as time went on.
But there was something new that Clarke's lovers learned of. At their office.
There was another branch of their office, where their sort of "second-in-commands" ran things.
These eleven second-in-commands; Elektra Natchios, Charles Bernard Barton, or "Barney,"-Clint's older brother, and Barney's wife, Simone Barton, Natasha's adopted baby sister, Yelena Belova, Natasha and Yelena's adoptive mother, Melina Vostokoff, Sam Wilson, Danny Rand, Sylvie and Loki Laufeyson-Hela and Thor's adopted siblings, Frank Castle and Luke Cage, had long since caught onto what was going on between their employers and Clarke, and…well, they had a request.
They wanted in on "the action."
And Clarke's lovers, while at first, angered, realized that Clarke might not be opposed to the proposition.
And as Clarke's lovers listened to Clarke give small moans from their earpieces, listening to Clarke as they typed to their underlings through their computer, doing their work and listening to Clarke moan as she followed their instructions of keeping a butt plug and a dildo in her the whole day.
Clarke was obeying them and squirming about in her seat in her cubicle, trying to gain friction.
All of Clarke's lovers and employers, smirked at the sounds that Clarke was making, having both toys inside her for such a long period of time.
For a time, they had discussed trying something new. The sixteen of them had, anyway. All they needed, was Clarke's permission.
Things had been going very well, now that they came up with the new set of rules for Clarke. And they wanted to reward her for listening to all the instructions down to the letter for years now.
So, when their underlings came up with that idea? That absolute filthy idea, but an idea that they imagined Clarke would very much enjoy, when they told her, they were admittedly, later, ecstatic.
But first, they would need to finish this up and give Clarke the release that she wanted.
"Clarke," Pepper said, knowing Clarke could hear her on the earpiece she had on, "You can come back to our office now. We'll give you what you want, since you've been good all day."
Clarke gave a weak moan, and they heard a shifting movement and knew that Clarke was forcing herself up from her seat and moving as quickly as she could with two large toys in her, to their office.
When this was over, they would have an excellent and filthy idea to run by her.
They knew how much she liked being degraded. How much she liked being shared. So, they had come up with another idea. In their defense, this idea would never have come by them, were it not for an encounter they'd had five days ago.
Clarke entered the office, looking stressed and exhausted and desperate.
She looked at her lovers, pleading as she closed the door behind her.
"Please…," she moaned.
Jessica, Natasha, Clint and Laura got up, snickering and swarmed Clarke, pulling her into their arms and reaching down, pulling the butt plug and the dildo out of Clarke, making her whimper.
"Now, then," Laura said, a degrading grin on her face, "Time to replace the toys with our fists."
At Clarke's moans in reaction to that, Tony, Pepper and the others met each other's eyes as they grinned.
Oh, yes, and they had a delicious idea for Clarke, that they would run by her. One that was run by them five days ago.
Five days ago:
On their way to work, just moments from entering their office, the sixteen CEOs were stopped from going in by partners of their cousin business. The buildings of the two businesses were right next to each other, which made them very easily accessible.
And the CEOs of that company now stood before all sixteen Natasha Romanoff, Laura and Clint Barton, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Steve Rogers, Bruce Banner, Jessica Jones, Brunnhilde Ivarsdotter, Thor Odinson, Carol Danvers, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, Hela Odinsdotter, James Rhodes and Maria Hill.
The underlings of their company, that was just a floor down from theirs in the building, all eleven Sam Wilson, Frank Castle, Luke Cage, Danny Rand, James Bernard-Barney and Simone Barton, Elektra Natchios, Sylvie Laufeysdotter and Loki Laufeyson, Melina Vostokoff and Yelena Belova, all confronted their allies and fellow CEOs, smirks on their faces.
"Hello, baby brother," Barney had said mockingly to his younger brother, looking at Clint, grinning.
"Barney," Clint greeted, not wanting Barney to know that he was troubled by his older brother being here.
"Good to see you," Barney chuckled.
"Let's cut the chit chat," Yelena said, grinning at her adoptive older sister, Natasha, who just stared back, unamused and waiting for her sister's reason for being here.
"Yes," Elektra agreed, a sneer in her voice, "We're here, because we think that you've been keeping someone from us. Someone I think must be a special treasure if you kept her secret from us all this time."
The second-in-commands of this company knew instantly that they had struck home, when they watched how Laura, Clint, Natasha and the others tensed up.
"Clarke has nothing to do with you," Pepper said, the anger in her voice making her be rude, for the first time in a while.
"Oh, come on," Sylvie said, glancing at Thor and Hela, her and Loki's siblings because she and her twin brother, Loki, had been adopted by their neglectful hypocrite of a father, "It's not like we want to hurt her or anything. If anything, the opposite. Ask her what she wants. From what I've heard about her? It sounds like she'd like the idea of being pimped out to all of us."
Thor, Bruce, Laura, Clint, Pietro and Wanda all growled, looking ready to lunge for Sylvie. Natasha stared at Sylvie coldly, no nonsense in her hardened green eyes. Hela stared at Sylvie as if she was considering how many ways she could kill her adoptive sibling.
Surprisingly, it was Tony that came up with the answer.
He said, not sounding bothered at all, "Maybe we should ask Clarke."
This caught everyone's attention and they turned to him.
"Tony?" Steve asked.
Tony stared right at Barney, Simone, Yelena, Melina and the other CEOs of the other company as he said, "Let us ask Clarke. If she consents, well, then I guess she's going to have a lot of fun with you."
"I should hope so," Melina said softly, "We saw her riding many of you. When were in the office the other day. We couldn't help but peek. We don't know where you found such a wanton little thing, but it seems not right that you haven't shared her with us, for years."
Several of the CEOs had their teeth clenched, but at Tony's insistent look, Pepper sighed and nodded. "Fine, we'll ask Clarke," she said, "But if she says 'no,'" she gave her and the others' second-in-commands a warning look, "You leave her alone, got it?"
Yelena and Loki both smirked, holding their hands up. Melina and Sylvie looked far too innocent. Frank actually looked sincere as he gruffly nodded.
The CEOs of the company collectively sighed.
Well, they'd find out when they talked with Clarke soon.
Five days later:
They had interacted every day with Clarke, since then, of course. But it had taken them a while to get ready to tell her what was going to be offered to her.
They hoped she would like it.
Each of the CEOs took their time fucking the daylights out of the pregnant woman, having her ride their fists and mouths and their cocks, the men having her ride their cocks and the women having Clarke ride their straps.
They had a feeling, even if Clarke refused, she wouldn't get angry. They had been through a lot. A lot.
Two children and soon to be three. Clarke had more or less come to see the Barton children as her own too.
Abby Griffin was in prison. Her new husband, Markus Kane, was kept from their son, Tyler.
Tyler, Clarke's baby brother, now lived with the Bartons.
The children all were looked after by babysitters and close friends, whenever the kids parents were off at work, so, they knew they needn't worry about the kids.
And there had been a hunt on now for the two rapists, Bellamy Blake, Charles Pike, and Bellamy's sister, Octavia Blake and his girlfriend, Raven Reyes, which had led to Bellamy being gunned down by the police, Charles Pike being arrested, Raven being arrested and Octavia killing herself.
Clarke had told her lovers everything, eventually and finally a manhunt was put out for the people matching the description of who had assaulted her.
The four monsters were found, chased out of a city in Arizona, and it had led to the deaths of two of them and the arrest of the other two.
So, it looked like things were really good.
But would Clarke forgive this, if she found it distasteful, which was unlikely?
They hoped she would.
After Clarke screamed and clenched around Maria's strap, her newest climax and orgasm making her arch, and roll her eyes up, Maria soon came afterwards, they finally took a break, Clarke moving off of Maria and sliding back against the couch, as Maria sat up and sat next to her.
Clarke was leaning back against the right-hand arm of the couch, with her knees close to her pregnant stomach.
"Are you alright, love?" Natasha asked, as she leaned against the wall, her bare thighs slick with her pleasure, after she had fucked Clarke multiple times with a strap.
The only thing she was wearing right now was her loose fitting, thin, black buttoned down shirt.
"I'm fine," Clarke said, nodding, smiling.
Laura grabbed a glass from the sink of the kitchen in their large office and filled it with water, bringing it to Clarke.
Clarke quietly thanked Laura and drank a good deal of that water.
After several more seconds of making sure Clarke was alright and didn't need anything more, they carefully explained what was proposed to them. They watched Clarke's expression as they said this.
And watched as Clarke's eyes widened.
"You…," she began in disbelief, "You're asking if I want to…"
After several seconds she said in disbelief again, "I'm to be passed around between these eleven people? And afterwards, I presume all of you will pass me around."
All of Clarke's lovers gave a disgruntled look. Well, when she put it like that? Yeah, that sounded bad.
Really bad.
Then Clarke's face was split into a wide smile as she asked, "So, when do we do it?"
Almost all of Clarke's lovers laughed in relief.
Clarke then, after her laughter died down, asked curiously, "They don't mind that I'm…..,"
She looked down at her pregnant belly as she said this.
"No," Steve assured her, "From what we could tell? That didn't matter. I think it just made them more protective of you because of your vulnerability."
And that was true. When the CEOs had brought the fact that Clarke was pregnant to the others, they had actually looked protective of Clarke, and assured their bosses that it didn't bother them in the slightest.
So, they arranged a…sort of "playdate" where Clarke's new fuckbuddies could have their way with her at the building.
That was another part of it. The eleven underlings; Yelena, Loki, Sylvie, Melina, Frank, Luke, Elektra, Sam, Barney, Simone and Danny, all wanted to fuck Clarke in one of the conference rooms, just like their bosses did.
Loki had said it best, saying it in a way that made the CEOs honestly want to punch him, but didn't, because they realized Clarke would get excited by the way he said it. Loki had said, "We simply wish to please such a beautiful woman in the same way and location, in which her masters do."
Thor had almost struck his brother right there and then for that insinuation. "Clarke's masters."
As if they would ever try to control Clarke in any way that she wouldn't want and wouldn't consent to.
But they had contained themselves and had gone back to their offices.
Before they had, however, they had made clear to their underlings that if Clarke agreed to do this, they were not to do anything that hurt Clarke. They explained what Clarke liked and didn't like and what Clarke would consider disgusting or out of line. And their employees understood.
They also explained that if they were to do this, all eleven of their underlings were to get a checkup to make sure they didn't have a sexually transmitted infection.
Natasha knew that her sister was always careful and so was her adoptive mother, but they needed to make sure.
And they added that condoms might still be part of the deal.
And the eleven potential fuckbuddies of Clarke's, understood this too.
And now they were here, two days after Clarke's lovers had told her what their second-in-commands wanted to do with her.
They had arranged it well.
Clarke's lovers, Clint, Laura, Steve, Natasha, Tony, Pepper and the others, would all watch through a screen connected to their screen, that was in the conference room. They would watch at a distance as Clarke was fucked in every way possible by the eleven underlings in the conference room, and they would give instructions to their underlings in how to fuck Clarke best.
So, all sixteen of Clarke's lovers, stayed in their offices, watching from their computers, the video feed showing them what was going on from the screen installed in the conference room. The curtains were closed on the windows of that room and the glass panels separating the conference room from the rest of the rooms on that floor. And the doors were naturally, locked.
But Clarke's sixteen CEO lovers, could see the whole thing about to begin on video chat.
And the sound was on, so that Clarke's lovers could give Clarke's new fuckbuddies advice on how to best "rail the slut," in Laura's words.
Things went quickly then. Soon after Clarke had gotten introduced to the eleven underlings, all seven Barney, Simone, Yelena, Melina, Sam, Danny, Frank and Luke, appearing somewhat self-conscious.
Elektra, Loki and Sylvie, on the other hand, appeared somewhat calm and collected. Either they felt confident, or were good at pretending to be confident.
And Clarke got the confirmation from both her new fuckbuddies and from her lovers that all eleven Frank, Yelena, Melina, Elektra, Danny, Sam, Barney, Simone, Loki, Sylvie and Luke, carried no sexually transmitted infection, so, if Clarke wanted to, she could fuck them without condoms.
After Clarke's new fuckbuddies to be, showed that they had water and food available both before and after the sex began and made sure Clarke had a few safe words.
Clarke gave them her safe words-and because it was Clarke, she chose ridiculous ones.
Her two safe words were "shit bricks," and "ass grass."
Go figure.
Clarke's safe words brought several laughs from her new fuckbuddies, and when Elektra had calmly asked Clarke what the traffic color was right now, before they started.
Clarke had confidently and without hesitation, said, "Green. Just green. How green do you need? Fuck me, already."
This brought laughs not just Clarke's new fuckbuddies, but from her lovers who were watching on the video feed.
All of them burst out laughing.
"Oh, Natasha," Yelena said, smirking, looking at the part of the screen where Natasha was, "No wonder you like her so much."
Then all three Frank, Loki and Sylvie moved in unison.
Frank went behind Clarke, grabbed her under her arms and pinned her up against his chest, unbuttoning her shirt, and when her breasts were exposed, she began undoing Clarke's bra.
Loki and Sylvie went to Clarke and pulled Clarke's skirt off, and slowly began to pull Clarke's underwear down.
Clarke gasped, pressing back against Frank's back and shivered.
Clarke looked right at the screen where her lovers were lustfully watching and she smirked as she said, "Frank, he's very, very hard right now."
Frank chuckled, his right hand gripping Clarke's right hip, pulling her harder against himself, grinding her ass against his cock, his left hand going to grope Clarke's left breast, "You bet I am, kitten slut."
Clarke shivered, realizing that Frank and the others must have learned from her lovers what her lovers liked to call her.
Loki placed two of his fingers into his mouth, sucking them, then pulling them out of his mouth and pushed them between Clarke's legs, thrusting both fingers into Clarke's cunt.
Clarke cried out, arching back against Frank, closing her eyes.
Frank laughed, leaning her head down and kissing Clarke deeply, his tongue stroking against the blond's.
As Loki pulled his fingers out of Clarke, then thrust them back in over and over, a filthy smile on his face as he looked her up and down with want, Elektra looked at the screen and asked, smirking, "How do you think we should fuck her first, bosses? Should we throw her onto the table and fuck her from behind like a dog? We know you like fucking her like that. Oh, but no. That wouldn't be good for a pregnant woman, would it? No, we'll stand her up and fuck her from behind, and put her on her back and pound her." Elektra's smile became as filthy as Loki's as she turned to Sylvie and nodded to her.
Sylvie smirked and began closing in on Clarke.
While Frank squeezed Clarke's left breast, Sylvie leaned in and took Clarke's right nipple into her mouth and sucked.
Clarke continued to moan into Frank's mouth.
And Clarke's lovers continued to watch, hunger in their eyes as they watched through the video feed.
Natasha then gave an order that made the eleven underling employees, snicker with lust. She ordered, "Frank, fuck her pussy. Sylvie, Loki-the both of you lick her clit while he does."
Loki and Sylvie shared a grin and Loki pulled his fingers out of Clarke's pussy, putting them in his mouth again and sucking her wetness off of him, groaning at the taste.
When he pulled his fingers out, Loki looked at the screen, smirking as he said, "Oh, brother, sister," he of course, was referring to Thor and Hela, "No wonder you didn't want to share her. She tastes amazing."
Several of the CEOs chuckled. And Frank parted from Clarke's mouth, causing both him and Clarke to gasp, as Frank reached down between him and Clarke, grabbing his zipper and pulling it all the way down.
Loki pushed Clarke's legs apart and pulled Clarke's skirt and underwear all the way off.
Loki looked at Frank and Frank chuckled, pushing his face close to Clarke's ear as he growled, "Let's see how well you can take daddy's cock."
Clarke moaned at Frank referring to himself as "daddy," and when Frank aimed his cock in and thrust up into Clarke's cunt, all the way in, Clarke cried out, eyes closing as she winced at first, adjusting to the large man's size, in her cunt, but slowly Frank pumped in and out of her and she adjusted and began pumping back, moaning.
And that was when Sylvie kneeled down next to her brother and the both of them leaned in and began to kiss along Clarke's bulging belly and occasionally licking at it, then further down and went to work on Clarke's clit and vaginal lips.
From where they were watching, Elektra, Simone, Barney, Luke, Danny, Sam, Yelena and Melina, practically leered and salivated.
They were waiting their turn, but watching Loki lick up and down along Clarke's clit, Sylvie suck at Clarke's vaginal lips and Frank pump his cock up into Clarke's tight cunt, grunting all the while, as Clarke cried out and moaned, whispering the dirtiest things in Clarke's ear as he pounded her, his hands still groping Clarke's breasts, they knew they'd get off alone at watching Clarke getting fucked silly.
Watching through the screen, all sixteen Natasha, Steve, Clint, Laura, Pepper, Tony, Brunnhilde, Thor, Hela, Rhodey, Jessica, Carol, Wanda, Pietro, Maria and Bruce, watched with hunger as their little girl was getting her brains fucked out.
Clarke's CEO lovers could feel their nipples hardening, the men could feel their pants slowly becoming very, very tight, and the women could feel warmth traveling to between their legs and could feel their inner thighs slowly becoming slick.
Clarke's body writhed against Frank as Loki and Sylvie stimulated her cunt and clit and as Frank pounded her and stimulated her breasts.
Steve didn't say anything out loud, but typed something in the "chat." That something, was him saying, "You know, I think this is one of the best ideas brought to us, in a really, really long time."
Natasha, Laura, Clint and everyone else watching from the screen, smirked or grinned, agreeing.
And they certainly were going to enjoy watching the rest of this.
