Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel, DC or The 100.
Warnings for past rape, threats of murder, captivity and implications of eventual gang rape.
This fic was inspired a lot by Soaringhurricane's "Safe-haven" and Wheelhouse101's "Lavigne Manor."
We promise we'll be gentle
The cars that belonged to the mob bosses, arrived back at their colossal home, in under an hour. A home, which they had fortified with many security systems, and many weapons placed around the house, for if they needed those weapons, in case anyone broke in.
They parked their cars, got out and Diana carried the unconscious vampire out.
They had understood the complication of having a vampire in their grasp.
Anyone who so much as opened up a book on vampires or even so much as heard of one, knew what a vampire's diet was.
Their love would need blood.
As Diana carried the vampire to the gates surrounding their home and Niylah and Yelena went about taking the security off for a moment, so, that the owners of the home could enter, Pepper pulled out her phone and called some of their underlings.
Two of their most trusted "lieutenants," Steve and Sam, would be sent to get blood bags from the blood bank. On Pepper Potts's orders.
Pepper spoke the commands into the phone and she heard Steve answering and Sam, who was no doubt with Steve, answering as well.
Pepper hung up and as the gates to their home opened up, she said, nodding to Clarke, "Her food will be coming soon."
"That won't be all that'll be coming soon," Yelena snickered, grinning at the unconscious vampire.
A few of the other women chuckled at that.
As tempted as they all were to feed Clarke themselves, to give Clarke their own blood, they needed to know first how to completely restrain her, so that she didn't drain them on accident.
They had seen the way she had reacted to running into them. She hadn't just felt drawn to them. She'd been scared that she might just hurt them.
Which meant one of two things. Either vampires weren't so good at restraining themselves around humans, or this particular vampire, hadn't yet learned restraint.
That was okay. They could work with that.
There were heavy chains inside their home. And while all of those chains were used on multiple individuals? Something told the mob bosses, that they were going to need all of those chains only on the vampire, to keep her from breaking out of them.
They mob bosses went inside, after locking the cars, then locking the gates and putting the security system back on and went to the large mansion.
In perfect honesty? The mansion, by mansion standards, wasn't all that big. They'd wanted a home big enough for all of them, but not so big that there were rooms where potential threats might stay in, after breaking in, and try to kill them.
It might have sounded like paranoia, but it wasn't paranoia if there were actually people out to get you.
And even if it was, that was even more reason to be paranoid.
They unlocked the large door, went inside, then closed the door and locked it. They turned on the lights in the house, bringing the vampire into the house and bringing her to one of the most luxurious rooms.
This would be her home for a long time. They wanted it to be as comfortable for her as possible.
It would take time, before the vampire finally submitted to them and understood that they would do everything to make her happy.
Then they'd trust her to walk around in the world outside of the house. For now? She was not going to be leaving this house for a while.
Across town, approaching the blood bank, two men drove up in an old, light blue Chevy.
Steve parked the car and he and his lover peered out of the windshield.
Sam asked, "Why do you think the ladies want the blood bags?"
"Who knows," Steve said, smirking and he looked to Sam, "And are you going to ask them?"
Sam snorted, smirking. "No way," he said, "I remember what happened the last time someone didn't mind their own damn business."
Steve chuckled and he and Sam leaned in, kissing each other passionately.
For the sake of each other, they knew better than to ever ask their bosses questions about the orders that were given to them.
The last time someone had done something so stupid as to question the bosses' orders, it was the elderly Hank Pym. He was of the old guard of mafia, and when he'd gone against a great deal of what the bosses said, because…well, because he had a problem with women running things, he'd been put in his place, when he was fired and his daughter, Hope, was enlisted in the bosses' schemes.
And Hope van Dyne? She would never go against the bosses. After all, working with the bosses, was all she had wanted.
And her father, Hank, had kept her from that. So, Hope had done what she needed to, to stop Hank from preventing her from doing what she wanted. She had instantly sided with the bosses.
It was a betrayal and a humiliation all in one.
And Hank never recovered.
Soon he had turned to drinking. His wife having passed away several years prior, hadn't helped.
And he eventually had died. The saddest part? Hope hadn't even cried. She had looked happy at the funeral.
Sam and Steve parted and they got out of the car, locked the car and kept their hands close to their pockets, both of them with guns on them and both of them with pockets stuffed with stacks of bills.
Big bills.
There were one of two ways they were getting those containers of blood bags.
Either by bribery.
Or by threats.
And if worse came to worse, there unfortunately, would be the third option. Death for the people that ran the blood bank, and taking the blood bags by force.
Because the mob bosses that Steve and Sam worked for, as the women were called, "The Queens of St. Louis," did things quite differently, than the previous mob bosses had, they were respected highly by mostly everyone in their world of St. Louis. And some people who ran in their circles even outside of St. Louis. It would be difficult to find a gangster who hadn't heard of the Queens of St. Louis, and not beam with respect for the women in question.
Amongst some of the original mob bosses in this area, a man named Dreykov, ruled without mercy. Anyone who crossed his path, were just resources. Things to be used, even if they were human beings.
Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova and Melina Vostokoff, were some of these many victims to be used. Used as assassins.
But Natasha had started an uprising within his ranks. She had destroyed all of his assets, killed his closest allies, including the man that had acted as Natasha's fake father, Alexei. Then she took control, and killed him brutally, his brains splattering all over the wall of his office.
Natasha supposedly still had the gun she used to blow Dreykov's brains out.
As for Dreykov's daughter, Antonia Dreykov? The people who had rallied behind Natasha and her sister, Yelena, and their mentor, Melina, had all said that Antonia should be killed. So as to keep her from seeking vengeance against Natasha, and to keep Antonia from becoming a symbol for Dreykov's allies to cling onto in hopes of "the old regime" returning.
But instead of doing what most likely any mob boss would do, Natasha had given a strict order, for no one to touch and harm Antonia Dreykov, in any way.
And that anyone who harmed Antonia, was to be brutally punished.
Young ten-year-old Antonia, was brought to a compound, where she was raised as a normal civilian, and given all the accommodations she could ever need as one. She was given a regular education, and many resources and all the opportunities she could hope for to have a normal future, and actual friends.
It was a magnanimous action that no mob boss previously, would ever have done.
That wasn't to say that the current mob bosses weren't capable of great brutality.
Oh, yes, they were.
For every mob boss worth their salt, wouldn't just know when to show mercy, but knew when to withhold such mercy.
This was why Pepper had given firm orders to Steve and Sam. That they were to do everything they could, to get the blood from the blood bank, without killing anyone. But if they couldn't? Well, there would be more than one reason why the blood bank was called a "blood bank," by the time the night was through.
Steve and Sam entered the building, and the two men that approached the two mafia members, said, "Sorry, sirs, but we're closing soon."
"Oh, don't worry," Sam said, smiling charmingly, "We won't be long."
At the mansion of the mob bosses, or the Queens of St. Louis, the queens themselves, stayed near the bed where they had placed the vampire down. They had carefully brought over all the chains and fixed each of them in bundles onto the vampire.
They didn't want to chain her up like an animal. But if they didn't, she'd run for it. They had been able to tell as soon as they saw her. She would run, first chance she got.
Which was why they had to restrain her.
It wasn't like any of them hadn't fallen in love before. They had.
Well, some of them had, at least.
Diana still sometimes hurt over the death of her former lover, Steve Trevor, who had gone to war in Iraq several years ago and died there.
Shayera and Mari had shared a relationship with the same man. John Stewart. Both of them had broken up with him. He couldn't understand them, and they understood him too well for them to love him.
Brunnhilde had various lovers, but nothing that stuck.
Pepper had used to be in a relationship with one of their underlings, Tony Stark. But as Pepper learned, any relationship with Tony, was best left as temporary.
Dinah used to be in a serious relationship with an Oliver Queen. But the moment he'd learned what Dinah did as a profession, he'd run the other way, fast.
All of them had lovers they slept with before. But nothing serious.
They had felt it as soon as they had looked at the vampire. It was her.
She would mean something special to them. She already did.
And judging by the way she'd looked at them when they had first met, she had felt it too.
But she was scared of whatever it was she felt.
Well, her new lovers would have to take care of that.
"We're all thinking the same thing, right?" Maria said, staring down at Clarke, "We've never…but we're all thinking the same thing, right?"
"I think so," Hela said, less regret in her tone than Maria had.
Never in the past, had any of them committed rape. While it was likely that many of their former lovers felt like they couldn't say no, because of who the mob bosses were, they still had never actively raped someone.
But they understood that they could not let this vampire go. And they understood that she would not see what they wanted to provide for her, unless they forced her to see it for what it was.
They would provide her with blood, yes. But also, warmth, love, affection and yes, sex, too.
And if she refused? Well, they were sure they could…provide her with evidence of why she should let them take her.
Wanda asked, staring at the unconscious vampire, "We don't even know her name yet, do we?"
"No," Mari said, "But we'll learn it."
Diana reached out and gently stroked the back of her hand against the vampire's pale blonde hair, some of it having fallen over the vampire's right cheek and Diana stroked her cheek as well.
"You saw the look on her face when she realized we weren't going to let her go," Shayera said, troubled, "She looked so scared."
"Of us?" Wanda asked, voice hurt.
"I don't think so," Natasha answered, staring at the unconscious vampire, her eyes thoughtful as she analyzed every second of when they had first caught the vampire near the blood bank, "I think she was scared that she might hurt us. I think she's afraid of losing control."
Hela, Diana, Maria, Shayera, Tora, Sigrid, Niylah, Melina and Mari all made sounds of agreement.
That sounded actually very accurate.
The vampire had looked scared of something. But she hadn't necessarily looked at any of them with fear.
"Well, we'll just show her we're not scared," Yelena said, smirking, "She's got nothing to be scared of."
Carol chuckled, looking down at the heavy chains. The chains would hold.
There was a ringing of the intercom, indicating that someone was at the gate, pressing the buzzer and asking to be let in, and Shayera walked to the door, looking at the screen, showing footage from outside, showing who was outside. It was Sam and Steve in their car by the gate. They had several coolers in the backseat of their car.
Shayera grinned, and turned off the security, unlocked the door and opened it and switched on the safe for the gate to open up.
Steve and Sam drove inside and parked and got out, grabbing the coolers and heading over to the house.
"Come inside, both of you," she exclaimed, pleased, "I see you were successful."
"Yes, ma'am," Steve said, smiling, him Sam both bringing some coolers in, "The people at the blood bank were no trouble. We gave them an ultimatum. They could let us pay for all the blood bags they had and come up with a story about how the cooling system failed and the blood went bad. Or we could kill them and take the bags anyway. Suffice to say, they are now much richer for their decision."
"Excellent," Shayera said, "And you took precautions to make sure they wouldn't report this?"
"Just like you tell us to do," Sam said, placing the cooler down into the house, "We took photos of their IDs, so, we know where they live and what their full names are."
"Good," Shayera said.
It was a cruel precaution, but one they always needed to take.
They had to make sure the people they sought out to do what they wanted, wouldn't report them to the police, so Shayera and her fellow mob bosses, would have their underlings take photos of the IDs of those that they sought out, and that would keep any civilian from trying to call the police on them, because the photo would ensure that the mob bosses would know where those civilians lived.
When all of the coolers with the blood bags were inside, Shayera thanked both of them and paid them their due amount of money, which was more than usual.
Steve and Sam, both startled and grateful, thanked her and the other bosses profusely, before leaving.
Shayera closed the door, locked it and set up the security again, and watched on the camera feed as the gates closed up and Sam and Steve backed away from the gates, turned the car around and drove off.
Shayera smiled, turned, leaned down and grabbed one cooler by the plastic handle, picked the cooler up and carried it to the room where the others and the vampire were.
Shayera held up the cooler.
"Look what Steve and Sam brought for our darling," Shayera said.
"Wonderful," Tora exclaimed, smiling at the cooler, "We can feed her now."
They opened up the cooler and began to pull out various blood bags.
They stayed next to the bed as they waited for the vampire-their vampire, to wake up.
Diana, Beatriz and Helena went to put the other coolers in the living room, in the fridges they had in their home.
After they did, they came back to the bedroom where they had put the vampire.
Soon they watched as the vampire woke up, moaning quietly as she did. Almost as soon as she was awake, she took in her surroundings and gasped, struggling against the chains all over her.
"What is-?" She began, alarmed.
"It's alright, sweetie," Melina said, "We're not going to hurt you, love. Just the opposite."
"Can you tell us your name, please?" Diana asked hopefully.
The vampire shivered as she struggled beneath the many coils of chains wrapped around her.
"Let me go," the vampire said, panic in her voice.
"We're not going to do that," Sigrid said softly, "We do that and you'll run. And we can't allow that."
The vampire struggled against the chains around her wrists, around her waist and around her legs. But to no avail.
She wasn't going anywhere.
"Here," Mari said, picking up one of the blood bags, and uncapping the top, "You need blood? We'll give you blood."
"Mmm," The vampire mumbled, shaking her head, squirming against the chains.
"Sweetie," Wanda said, "You need blood. You're a vampire, you need blood to survive. We'll give you that blood. It's not like we're trying to get you to feed on us. Well, not yet. For now? We'll give you the blood from the blood bags we got for you."
The shook her head. "Please," she mumbled, "I can track down animals and feed on them."
"Animals?" Tora asked curiously.
The vampire nodded. "Birds, rodents," she said.
This brought on several hisses from her mates.
The women who weren't chained up stared at the vampire. They would not allow this beautiful and magnificent creature to feed on rodents of all things.
"You're drinking this," Mari said, lifting the blood bag up, "Even if we have to force what's in it down your throat."
They moved closer, and Diana, Shayera and Wanda held the vampire woman down, Beatriz pried the woman's jaws open and Mari turned the blood bag upside down, the blood flowing out, into the vampire's mouth.
They held her down as they emptied the blood bag into the vampire. They then discarded that blood bag, and grabbed another. After the next blood bag was empty, they grabbed another and emptied it into the vampire's mouth. Then another.
They listened to the purring noise that the vampire made as she fed and all of them smiled, very attracted to the sounds she was making, wanting to hear more.
After the cooler was empty of the blood bags and all the blood bags were empty of their contents, Diana asked, smiling, looking down at the vampire, "Feel better?"
The vampire, still spooked, nodded.
"Now," Mari said softly and gestured to herself, "My name is Mari." She then gestured to the others each, "These are Diana, Shayera, Sigrid, Beatriz, Dinah, Helena, Tora, Hela, Wanda, Natasha, Melina, Carol, Yelena, Brunnhilde, Niylah and Pepper."
"That's…that's great," the vampire mumbled nervously, struggling against the chains, "I really need to go now."
"Sorry, but no," Dinah said, chuckling, "We can't risk you running away. We know how fast you can move. The second you're out of the chains, you'll be out of here in no time. Sorry, but we can't have you running away."
Diana said in a gentle tone, "You're safe here. We promise. This house is good and comfortable. We'll take care of you."
Clarke struggled still, panic in her chest. No, no, no, no. Being held captive…again.
Her breath rose in rapid successions and she shook under the chains.
"Shh," Melina crooned to the vampire, "It's alright. You're safe. Please, can you tell us your name?"
Clarke shook her head at first, but as she thought about it, she figured there was no way around it. She was going to be kept her for a while. So, what would be the real purpose of her not telling them her name?
"Clarke," she mumbled quietly, "My name's Clarke Griffin."
"Clarke," Wanda said, smiling, "We are so happy to meet you, love. Now, we're not going to keep you here forever, I promise. But we'll keep you here, until we're sure you won't try to leave, and until your control is better."
Clarke shook her head, struggling still against the chains. "No," she whimpered, "Please, I need you to let me go."
"I believe we've been over this," Shayera established, "We're not letting you go anytime soon. when we feel confident that you won't run and that you'll stay with us, then you'll be able to go outside with us. During the night only, I presume?"
That cut Clarke's panic off, when she heard Shayera's words about night.
She looked at the orange-haired woman, startled.
"No," she said, looking at Shayera then, as if Shayera was dropped on her head several times as a baby, "I don't need to only walk around at night. The sun doesn't do anything."
Several of the mob bosses were honestly surprised.
"The sun won't burn you?" Dinah asked, feeling rather relieved at that.
"No," Clarke said shaking her head, the tone in her voice revealing how stupid a concept she found that, "I don't know what idiot came up with that myth. But we don't burn in the sunlight. And we're not vulnerable to stakes, holy water, silver, crosses or garlic, either."
"Stakes won't work?" Diana asked, feeling more relieved than she could say.
"No, they don't," Clarke grumbled, struggling still against the chains, "We'll survive if we get stakes through the heart. They don't do anything at all to us. And we don't sleep in coffins or change into bats, either."
Curious, Tora reached behind her and grabbed a small, handheld mirror up off of a table and raised the mirror up, so that she could see if Clarke had a reflection or not.
To her partial surprise, it appeared that yes, Clarke had a reflection.
"Huh," Yelena said, seeing Clarke's reflection in the handheld mirror, "So, you have a reflection. All vampire myths are bullshit, huh?"
"Essentially," Clarke grumbled, "Now let me out."
"Clarke," Natasha chuckled, "This is getting redundant. We're not letting you go. End of story. After a while, after you learn control and get fed, and after we're sure you won't run away, then we'll get the chains off of you, love. But until then, you're staying here. And we'll show you that there's nothing to be afraid of, with us. We'll do the opposite of harm you."
"Yes," Hela said, smirking, her pale blue eyes predatory as she watched Clarke squirm in the chains, "And you will enjoy every moment of what we do to you, little girl."
Clarke shuddered, feeling a chill run right down her spine.
Clarke might not have been around as long as a lot of other vampires had, but she understood these women's meanings well enough.
And her experience being violated by Cage Wallace routinely, had taught her a lot about predatory behavior.
The blunt estimation of what these women were saying to her, was that she was going to be raped soon enough. They were going to rape her.
Clarke whimpered, struggling more against the chains and whimpering out, "No, no. Please…please just let me go. I don't…I don't want this. I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't, malen'kiy," Natasha said softly, smirking down at the restrained vampire, "You're chained up and we'll be careful. We promise we'll help you learn control. Now, I know this is frightening, but we know that you want us. And we want you. You know that. So, it shouldn't be a surprise to you that we intend to take you."
Clarke whined, struggled against the chains, but to no avail.
"Clarke," Hela said firmly, "Tell us why you look at us the way you look at us, young one. You clearly want us."
Hela's staring eyes, gave Clarke no room to either make excuses or lies.
Clarke swallowed and told them. Told them that all vampires had mates, and apparently, the eighteen of them, were Clarke's mates.
This startled all of the mob bosses, but it did explain a great deal.
"We're your mates," Diana asked, hope in her voice.
Clarke nodded, Diana's hope disturbing her. "Yes," she said.
Niylah smiled, so, so pleased. She sat down slowly next to the bed where Clarke laid and reached her right hand out, cupping Clarke's chin in that hand, and said, her voice so deep and intense that Clarke shivered, terrified when she heard Niylah's words.
Niylah said what scared a vampire, two centuries older than her mates, "We're yours. And you're ours."
Clarke shook in Niylah's grasp as Niylah lowered her left hand down the length of Clarke's body, and said seductively, smiling as her hand just barely touched Clarke's at the moment, clothed groin, "Don't worry, beloved, we promise we'll be gentle with you, when we're showing you our love. With every inch of you." Finally, Niylah gently pressed her hand against Clarke's groin and Clarke whimpered in pleasure and fear both, when she felt Niylah's palm press against her clothed clit, "I promise you, we'll be gentle when we suck and lick this, till you cry, as well."
Author's note
So, in case anyone hasn't realized, this is going to escalate. Next part there's going to be actual gang rape. I'm warning everyone about this, the next part will be more graphic.
