Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel, DC or The 100.
Again, Soaringhurricane's Safe-haven influenced this a great deal.
Warnings for past rape and for current rape, in this case, with toys and historical misogyny and historical racism.
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After Clarke slowly recovered from her shock and horror over what was being said to her, shaking in the chains, her mates asked gently if she could eat normal human food. She told them. Yes, she could.
They nodded and got food from their pantries for her.
Very accommodating, even if they were making it clear that they were going to rape her.
Clarke realized soon that her mates enjoyed force feeding her. They enjoyed providing food for her and having their fingers so close to her mouth. The fact that she was a vampire and easily could bite their fingers off in seconds, it appeared to not bother them.
They sat Clarke up, pressing her against the back wall behind her bed and sat her there so that she could eat properly.
Clarke could see the happiness on their faces as they would push slices of oranges, grapes and pastries into her mouth, watching as she ate, and Clarke didn't miss the almost lewd way in which they watched her eat.
She tried to avoid her lips and tongue touching their fingers, but occasionally, Pepper, Dinah or Helena, would crudely stick their finger into her mouth, make sure they put their fingers against her tongue, making her feel them there, making her whimper at the taste and sensation.
Clarke felt tears begin to prick at the corners of her eyes, shaking.
She didn't want to enjoy this.
But having her mates this close, not leaving her, making sure she won't leave, feeding her, wanting her to taste them-
She tried to squirm back, but couldn't. The wall was right behind her and she was chained up.
Had she been feeding more regularly? She might have been able to break loose of these chains.
But she hadn't.
Responding to Clarke's crying, Diana reached out, carefully wiping the tears from Clarke's eyes, "Please don't cry, my love. We'd never hurt you. All we'll be is gentle."
Clarke still squirmed. "That doesn't mean that I want to be raped," she said in a weak tone.
"We know, baby," Dinah said, "But we know you won't let us touch you. And we need you to not run away. If we show you how much we want you to be with us, then maybe when we eventually release you, you won't try to run."
Clarke whimpered and still tried to struggle. "Please," she begged.
The other women in the room all looked resigned more than anything else.
Now that Clarke had eaten everything and drunk enough blood to be able to function, Clarke's mates decided it was time to…show Clarke just how much they wanted her.
It was Natasha that had the idea. She said, looking at Yelena and nodding to her, "Yelena, get the toys out from the lowest drawer in the dresser."
Yelena smirked and went over to a tall, wide, brown dresser, leaning down and opening up the bottom drawer.
Fear and horror ran through Clarke.
She suddenly realized that this was for real. This was actually real. Her mates were holding her captive, and were actually going to rape her.
Clarke actually trembled against the chains when she saw what Yelena fished out of the bottom drawer of the dresser.
Yelena held up a thick dildo, and a gag with a small dildo attached. The dildo...that would be put in Clarke's groin, was gray colored and thick and not too long, but long enough. Silicone.
"Take the other two things out of the drawer," Natasha instructed Yelena.
Yelena did as she was told, even if she scoffed at Natasha as she did so, putting both the dildo and the gag in one hand and her other hand going into the drawer, pulling out three small devices.
Clarke's eyes, being the eyes of a vampire, could see these items from the distance, much better than a human could.
And she shuddered.
She knew what those were. While she had almost no sexual experience, outside of the rapes that Cage Wallace had put her through, soon after turning her, she had looked things up on the Internet that was invented after she'd been turned.
She masturbated often. And she'd seen some of those things when she looked up what she wanted to masturbate to, in Yelena's hand.
Two of these items, were nipple vibrators, in the form of suction cups.
The other was another suction device, but it would be used for lower. On her clit.
"Please don't," Clarke begged.
The worst thing was, even as Clarke was aware that she had been raped repeatedly in the past, by Cage Wallace, that wasn't what she was afraid of.
That wasn't what she dreaded.
What she dreaded, more than anything, was her enjoying what her mates were going to do to her.
She had wanted them to touch her, to dominate her, as soon as she had seen them in front of her, hours ago.
She had taken in the sight of their beauty, their dominance, which wafted off of them, as if they had signs on them that labeled them as possibly the most dominant women in the world.
She had yearned for their dominance.
She dreaded her desire for them to "have" her.
It had been so long since…
Cage Wallace hadn't been the first person to have ever touched her in that way, thankfully.
There had been two others.
Back during the period when Clarke had been born and raised, had it gotten out what she had done with these two individuals, she would have been considered "disgraced." Sullied in some way, as the standards of women centuries ago were-well, not that different from now, since misogyny still existed, but it was much worse a few centuries ago. And Clarke would have been considered "unmarriable," if word got out what she'd done with her two lovers back then.
And back during that time? To be a woman that was "unmarriable," it was considered a fate worse than death.
So, Clarke and her two lovers at the time, had kept very quiet when they had snuck around.
Her male lover, Finn Collins, and the young woman who she had slept with, Maya Vie, had thankfully, been most discreet.
Finn had hoped that she'd choose to marry him, but she knew she couldn't.
He wasn't who her mother insisted upon her marrying.
Finn Collins, while a decent young man with a decent bank account, still wasn't the "gold standard" of richness that Clarke's mother had strived for. Which was why her mother had desperately tried to marry Clarke off to a man much older than Clarke, Markus Kane. Who Clarke had never even met, let alone married, after what Cage Wallace had done.
And at the time, if any of it got out that she not only had sex with a man outside of marriage, but that she'd also had sex with a woman? What was more, a woman of color?
That would have made the entirety of her hometown blow up in horrified gossip.
And her mother and father would be disgraced.
Which was why she'd been so careful.
But she had known what sex was like, before Cage had gotten ahold of her.
Every moment with him had been hell.
She was glad he was dead.
But after decades and decades of staying away from people, both afraid that she'd lose control and kill someone, and afraid of feeling sexual desire as she had at one time before at the touch of another, after such a horrid experience caused to her by Cage, she had become extremely sexually repressed.
She knew she had.
Whenever she had passed by some humans or vampires and so much as felt a shred of sexual desire, which was a lot, since vampires were very sexual beings, and many vampires, even if they weren't mates, tended to have sex with each other, a lot, she'd feel a terror grip her and she would need to flee quickly.
It made socializing with other vampires rather awkward sometimes, if a vampire was particularly attractive to her, anyway.
Some vampires she knew, in a particularly large coven that called itself the "Azgeda," there were three vampires that she'd found herself drawn to; Roan, Ontari and Echo.
But she knew better than to go near them, fearing her desires for them.
All because of Cage Wallace.
The three other vampires had all but felt her desire, but had understood her fear and had told her that they would welcome her with open arms, whenever she wished to be with them, even if they weren't mates.
And knowing what she felt for her mates, as soon as she saw them? It terrified her.
It terrified her to realize that even after what had happened to her, she yearned for her mates' dominance.
She realized as soon as she had seen them before, near the blood bank, that she had hoped that they would chain her up and each take her as if she had no choice.
Because with them, some part of her knew, it would never hurt. It would never be painful.
Not like had been with him.
Yelena stood up and came over with the threatening sex toys.
Clarke shook her head, trying to clamp her legs together, even if the chains around each of them, held them apart.
"Don't worry about any blood," Shayera said, as Yelena handed the suction toys to Natasha, "We have plenty of coolers full of blood in them, for you. We got them from the blood bank."
That got Clarke's attention.
She looked up at her mates, for the moment, distracted from her fear and desire.
"How did you get all of that?" She asked nervously.
"It's easy when it's us," Wanda said confidently, smirking, "We made sure the people working there gave us all they had."
Clarke stared at her mates, now more confused than anything. "Okay…," she said, "Again, how?"
"Well, we had the two men that work for us, give the people at the blood bank an option," Diana said, smiling widely, "Either they could give us all the blood they had and be paid handsomely for it. Or their brains could be blasted out all over the walls of the blood bank."
Clarke stared at her mates, now horrified for an entirely different reason.
What…?
What the hell?
Just…just what the hell type of people were her mates?!
Clarke's horror was clear, as Hela decided to fill her in. She smirked widely. "Clearly you need an explanation. We are the leaders of the biggest mob in all of St. Louis. Really, in all of this side of the United States. We control everything. That's something a good deal of the public doesn't want to know about."
Shock, horror and cold fear spread throughout Clarke's body in realization.
She knew who these women were now!
"You're the 'Queens of St. Louis'?" Clarke asked, stunned.
All of the women grinned or smirked.
"You've heard of us," Carol said, sounding smug, "So happy to hear that."
Clarke stared from each of her mate to the next, comprehending this with deep horror.
"How would I not have heard of you?" She asked, "You're mass murderers. Some of the most famous criminals in this continent. But no one would ever go against you, because you have too many allies everywhere."
"You flatter us, my love," Hela said, "And yes, we kill, only when there is a threat to our power or to people we care about. You have nothing to fear from us."
Clarke actually let out a laugh, "You say that, but you're going to rape me."
"Yes," Natasha said nodding, her face just neutral, "But we're going to take care of you. This isn't out of hate or to hurt you in any way. This is only to love you."
Clarke glared, her fear of herself barely allowing her to throw any acid into the look she gave the women around her.
She snapped, "Yeah, nothing says 'I love you,' more than rape, right?"
"Clarke," Melina said, and to her credit, she flinched at Clarke's words, "You're a vampire. You should know that love is complicated. And so is power. We can't allow our mate to go hungry or be in the outside world, vulnerable. We'll take care of you."
"And we know you want us to take care of you," Maria said, "We can feel it."
Clarke tried not to cringe. She knew that they could read her. She was more obvious than any open book or any audiobook with the speakers turned all the way up.
She hated how they could see it all over her.
How as soon as she had seen her mates near the blood bank, she had hoped they would do something like this. Even if it was wrong.
Some twisted part of herself, had hoped that they would grab her, chain her up and force themselves each on her.
That must have made her very sick. Even by the standards of vampires. But she knew that that was what she'd wanted.
Her experiences with Cage Wallace, had caused her to be cautious, very cautious around people. Men and women alike.
Some part of her, after everything that had happened, had yearned to be taken care of. To be loved and looked after. To not have to be the strong one all the time.
But Cage's abuse of her had caused her to be cautious. Around everyone.
How did one let their guard down and tell people what it was they really wanted, when that person was traumatized and had gone through experiences, which had resulted in that person being always on guard around other beings?
Clarke wanted to be loved and looked after. But always had to be the strong one, because she feared letting her guard down. But that in turn? Was exhausting.
And Clarke dreaded it, but she could sense it. These women knew what she wanted. They just knew. They sensed it.
They knew how much she yearned for them. For them to take control. They must have felt it as soon as they saw her, because that need for someone to take care of her, had been directed at them as soon as she had seen them.
Clarke almost whispered, "That doesn't mean you should do what you're about to do."
Wanda sighed and several of the others looked conflicted, "Clarke, you're in pain. We can tell. Do you think you would ever have approached us on your own? If we hadn't abducted you, would you ever have approached us?"
Clarke already knew the answer and she quietly apologized to all of her mates as she said, "No."
Her mates all looked sad. But they nodded, not surprised.
"We know," Carol said, "And that's why we're doing this. It's not because we can't handle rejection. We can. But what we feel with you is too important to just let you go. And besides? We could feel it. Even if you wanted us, desperately wanted us? You'd never approach us. Because you feel like you should suffer. And do you really think we're going to allow you to go through that?"
Clarke shuddered.
She had heard of this. Had seen this even. When someone found their mate? They were able to read their emotions upon first meeting.
It was to help the bond be solidified, in due time.
Clarke just never thought she'd be amongst those numbers.
Clarke still protested weakly, "You have to let me go."
"No, we don't," Brunnhilde shot back, "And we won't. Don't worry. We'll give you exactly what you want."
Pepper and Diana stepped over first.
They reached for Clarke's shirt, lifting it up, exposing Clarke's breasts, which still were covered by her black bra.
Shayera reached behind Clarke's back, grabbing the hooks and undoing them, pushing the bra up and leaving Clarke's breasts bare.
Clarke shook her head, struggling again against the chains, but again, to no avail.
She whimpered, "Please don't…"
"Shh," Natasha crooned, walking over with the suction toys.
She still held onto the suction toy for what Clarke presumed with great fear, was for her clit, as the redhead, took the other two suction toys, which were for Clarke's nipples, and placed one each on Clarke's nipples. Clarke gasped, feeling the sensation of one suction cup against her left nipple and the same feeling against her right nipple and knew that she wasn't going to get away anytime soon.
Clarke shook looking up at Natasha's smirking face. Regardless of the smirk across Natasha's face, there was something soothing in the way she was looking at Clarke, and Clarke hated that.
Natasha stepped back, as Maria and Carol began to undo Clarke's pants and pull them down.
Natasha opened up a small drawer from a bedside table next to the bed, and to Clarke's horror, when Natasha reached in, then pulled it out, the redhead was holding a large container of lube.
Natasha tossed the container of lube to Yelena.
Yelena caught the container, opened it up and pulled out a good several chunks out and lathered it all along the dildo she'd pulled out from the dresser.
With the dildo all lubed up, Yelena walked over and kneeled down between Clarke's legs, after Maria and Carol had taken Clarke's pants off completely.
Before Clarke could even protest again, Yelena leaned her head forward and softly kissed Clarke's clit, causing an unbelievable jolt through her, making Clarke arch up off of the bed, crying out at the brief, but intensely powerful jolt that hit her at Yelena's action.
"Ah-oh-oh!" Clarke shivered as she recovered soon after her clit being recently kissed.
"My, my," Niylah chuckled, "So sensitive. And we haven't even put anything inside you yet. Or put any toys against your clit yet."
Clarke tried to come up with something, even after her mind short circuited for a few seconds, but Yelena didn't give her time.
Yelena carefully guided the lubed up toy, to Clarke's hole, then all the way up into the pale blonde vampire's hole.
Clarke cried out, her bright blue eyes closing as she thrashed around against the bed, as the big, thick toy, was pushed all the way inside her by Yelena.
Clarke heard Yelena chuckle, which made Clarke even more aroused.
The feeling of the length and girth of the toy against her clit, made Clarke arch her back again and moan.
"Now," Natasha said, walking closer to Clarke's lower torso, "Here's the best part."
Natasha then leaned down and placed the last of the suction toys, right on Clarke's clitoris.
Clarke gasped at the sensation.
"Now," Natasha said, taking the gag from Yelena's hand, "This wouldn't be complete, without making sure you can't beg us to stop, would it?" She walked to the head of the bed and Clarke didn't even have time to register that she needed to move her head. She felt something snap around her head, but she also felt something being pushed into her mouth, effectively gagging her.
Natasha clicked the buckle behind Clarke's head, securing the gag.
Clarke whimpered, trying to push the toys out of her, but couldn't.
"Now," Natasha said, "The remotes."
Yelena went back to the drawer and pulled out three different small, black, handheld remotes and Clarke felt that cold dread again.
She knew what those were for.
The suction cups on her nipples and clit and the dildo in her mouth, were going to start moving.
Yelena handed one of the remote controls to Natasha, another to Melina and the last of the remote controls, to Wanda.
Clarke whimpered against the dildo gag in her mouth, shaking.
She tried to tell herself, desperately, that she didn't want this.
But everything-her body, her mind, her instincts, her soul, were screaming, "Yes!"
"It's alright, Clarke," Natasha said, "We will give you what you need."
And with that, and with terrifying, hungry and filthy smiles on their faces, all three Natasha, Melina and Wanda, flicked the switches on the remote controls in their hands.
Clarke gave muffled moans and writhed on the bed in the chains' grasp, immediately, as her tongue was massaged over and over again by the now moving toy in her mouth, and her nipples were being stroked and sucked on over and over again, and as her clit was being sucked and stimulated by a mechanical, mouthlike toy, as well as feeling her clit being stroked against by the dildo inside her, with every movement she made.
Clarke's mind was being lost more and more with each passing second as the pleasure mounted up, but she knew, with horror that couldn't last for much longer, with the pleasure building up inside her, that she was going to be in for a very, very long night. If not longer than just a night.
Because her mates hadn't even touched her yet.
Watching Clarke, all of Clarke's mates watched Clarke writhe against the bed, helpless in those chains and with the toys torturing her, her body arching, her eyes closing and moaning around the toy in her mouth, thrusting up against the stimulation to her clit.
The many women looked at each other, smirking Clarke would soon have no reason to not want to be with them.
The pleasure would be too much for her, regardless of whether it was with toys or with their bodies, they would show Clarke that she would be treated as a queen from now on. A queen to always be sexually worshipped in every manner there was.
Author's note
The next chapter, will have the gang rape, I have to warn anyone that reads.