Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100
Takes place two years after the "new doms" storyline
Some vibe fun at the party
It was two years since she'd given birth to her third and fourth child.
She had four children now. Mia, the daughter, who she was certain, was Clint Barton's biological daughter, and now at the age of fifteen now, Ian, the son who she was certain, was Bruce Banner's biological son, at the age of ten now, and Billy and Tommy, who, without question, were Pietro Maximoff's biological sons, were two-the both of them, since they were twins.
Now, Pietro might have been Billy and Tommy's biological sons, but Pietro acknowledged that he was never the type to be a father. So, he stood back and did nothing while Clarke, Wanda, Clint, Laura and Natasha were more or less the "primary" parents for Billy and Tommy.
All four children lived with the Barton family and all of the children, including the Barton family themselves, lived at the Barton home in the house not far from where their parents worked.
And at this very moment, here during an important party, the parents of those children; the CEOs, sixteen head CEOs, eleven second-in-commands, and their shared lover, Clarke Griffin, were all listening to different talks from potential business allies, during this party.
Well, the CEOs and their underlings were.
But Clarke?
Oh, Clarke was currently suffering greatly.
She was dressed well, she was staring ahead, but she was shaking every now and then. Beneath Clarke's dark pants, there was a vibrator secured to her cunt, pressing against her clit, vibrating against it over and over.
And what Clarke had to do right now? Was pretend that she wasn't feeling jolts of pleasure run through her every now and then.
In the hands of her twenty-seven lovers? Were remotes that controlled the toys, the vibe against her clit and the vibrating dildo in her cunt. And well, the twenty-seven different remotes that controlled the items, were in the hands of her twenty-seven lovers.
In other words, she was being tortured with these items, very efficiently.
She stayed where she was sitting, behind the table, trying to ignore the vibration against her cunt and clit, and the vibrations were low.
Clarke tried to muffle her sounds, mouth clenching, her moans quiet.
Next to her, there was Carol, dutifully watching Clarke, making sure that should Clarke use her safe word ever, which was "kangaroo," and as soon as Clarke said it, Carol would stop using her remote and help Clarke get to a bathroom and remove the toys from Clarke's cunt and clit.
As of now, Clarke wasn't using her safe word. And Clarke wasn't sure she would. The vibrations were becoming unbearable, though.
She gasped as she clawed at the tablecloth of the table.
She had absolutely no idea who was turning the dials of their respective remote, but someone clearly was turning the dial to a higher setting, because her thighs were trembling unstoppably, her eyes closing as powerful pleasure shoved itself into and throughout her body.
She forced her eyes open, enough to see Tony and Pepper talking with one partygoer, both of them smiling and she saw that Pepper and Tony both, had at least one hand in their pocket, and she could see movement under the fabric of their pockets.
Which meant that they were probably playing with the remotes to the toys she had on her, and were turning the dials, all the while, pretending that they were being the usual polite partygoers.
The bastards.
Clarke shook slowly and rhythmically against the table she was sitting at, feeling a particularly strong flash of pleasure bathing her, making her stiffen in the seat, then moaning out, unable to hold back the sound any longer.
She didn't know if it was Tony or Pepper or one of the others, but someone turned up one of the dials to a setting so intense that Clarke's hands had to grab the edges of the table, the table shaking in her grasp, and her hips bucked hard into the toys, a cry leaving her. The music was playing loudly, so Clarke's cries were muffled.
Carol smirked. She listened in for Clarke's safe word, she was close enough to be able to hear it.
But she smirked as she saw Sylvie perched at the edge of a table across the room, smirking and playing with the remote control in her hands, obviously pushing the settings up high.
Whoever put the settings up all the way, Clarke screamed loudly and the noise from the thrumming music in the room, cancelled her cries out.
When Clarke came down from her climax and orgasm, still shaking, Carol asked, chuckling, "Would you like to go get some dessert, babe?"
Clarke waited a few moments, then nodded. She figured she could stand. Her legs would be shaky, but she'd manage.
"Yeah," she panted, "Okay."
Carol stood up and Clarke followed her example, and as she predicted, her legs were shaky.
The two women got to the dessert table, Carol moving confidently and Clarke wobbling a bit the whole way.
Clarke leaned against the side of the table, as Carol took two plates and piled things on for them both, assuming that Clarke was in no condition to carry a plate of food, as well as endure the pleasure she was receiving from the toys against her genitalia.
"Thank you," Clarke said, noticing this gesture.
"You're welcome, sweetie," Carol said.
Because Clarke had eaten some healthy food here-yes, there were healthy foods at this party, and because Clarke had eaten some of them, Carol was rewarding Clarke.
Then, as Carol got what she wanted and what she knew Clarke would want, Steve began to side up along the dessert table, a smirk on his face and a smug sentence leaving him, which both Clarke and Carol only heard, because they were right next to him, which was, "Going to let daddy hear you scream when he gives you a good fuck, baby?"
"Steve," Carol warned, ignoring Clarke's moans at Steve's words, the young blonde rocking her hips into the toy, "We're not doing anything yet. Not till we have our fun with her and the vibrators."
Steve sighed, rolled his eyes, then nodded, smirking.
"Fine," he said, knowing that Natasha, Carol, Laura and the others would grab him by the balls if he went against the instruction of waiting till Clarke was begging for them to stop with the vibrators.
Carol smirked at Clarke shifting, whimpering, and she said, "Follow me back to the back table."
She led Clarke back to the table.
Clint was now seated at the table, watching Carol bringing Clarke over.
Carol sat down and put the plate full of desserts onto the table in front of the seat where Clarke was supposed to sit.
Just when Clarke was about to sit down, Clint caught her around the waist and placed her down onto his lap, making her gasp, feeling his hard on against her ass. Her cunt and clit were being vibrated against with the toys, but her ass was empty. But she knew Clint didn't want her ass to be empty for long.
Clarke moaned as she felt his clothed cock pressing against her asshole.
"Clint," Carol said, this time smirking, "We're not to fuck her ourselves yet, just using the toys."
"I know, I know," Clint grumbled, but raised his hands up to cup Clarke's breasts through her shirt, squeezing them over and over, "Just having my fun for now."
"I bet," Carol said, smirking as Clint rocked his hips slightly, hard on pressing more and more against Clarke's asshole and squeezed Clarke's breasts more. Carol reached into her pocket and pulled out one of the remotes for the vibrators.
She turned the dial up, and instantly, Clarke screamed, arching against Clint's chest, as she clenched again around the toy inside her.
Carol and Clint both smirked.
Carol looked in the direction of her fellow CEOs as the throbbing music played, drowning out Clarke's cries and moans.
Those that weren't speaking to possible business partners, Laura, Wanda, Pietro, Natasha, Yelena, Loki, Brunnhilde, Pepper, Frank and Luke, watched Clarke bucking her hips against the toys used on her as Clint grinded against her ass, squeezing her breasts, and all of them had smirks on their faces.
Even in the dark, with the few flashing lights available in the party, Carol could see those smirks.
Carol even could see Natasha licking her lips at the sight of Clarke like that, and Natasha raised her left hand and Carol could see the remote in her hand and Carol practically grinned as Natasha lowered her right hand to the remote and turned the dial. Carol didn't need to look at the front of the dial, to know that Natasha was turning the dial way up.
That was the sort of torturous dom Natasha was. She always turned things up.
Laura was no different.
Carol watched, curious, as Natasha turned the dial up, and even in the dark, with all the lights flashing around, Carol could see the dominant hunger in Natasha's eyes as the redhead looked at Clarke.
Carol turned to Clarke, watching Clarke react from Natasha turning the dial of the remote to the vibrators up. If Clarke was screaming and bucking her hips before? She was letting out piercing shrieks, her eyes screwed shut, and her hips bucking out, hard against the toy inside her and the toy against her clit.
Carol could almost feel the strength of Clarke's climax and orgasm as it ripped right through her.
Carol chuckled and could have sworn she heard Natasha and the others chuckle behind her.
Clarke was going to have a long, long night.
Even before they started fucking her themselves, they were going to use those toys on Clarke all night.
Clarke would be lucky if she even had a voice to scream with by the time they were done with the vibrator "phase" of tonight.
Author's note
Totally pointless. Just a fun fic.