Warnings for implied rape and implied dubious consent, captivity and drug use.

Chapter 5

The first six of them

Clarke began to explore more and more of her room-her prison.

She had no doubt in her mind. This was a prison, alright.

There were several nice looking shelves full of books that she could read and most definitely would be interested in reading, there was even a sitting space that was almost like a sofa, jutting out from the wall, furbished with padding, a blanket and a few pillows.

There was a fridge full of food, a TV and cable box, but this place was a prison, clear enough.

And there was no way of getting out, as far as she could tell.

She huffed, glaring at the titles of the books before her, then sitting down at the sort of window seat that was jutting out of the wall-window seat, minus the window, of course.

She knew that she was going to have to get ready to be here for a while. She noticed that there was a clock mounted to the right-hand wall, and the time read nearly 1 o'clock in the morning.

She chuckled quietly.

She was going to have to get to sleep pretty soon.

If she wanted her strength to stay up to figure out how to get the hell out of here? Then she'd have to get to sleep soon.

Her eyes then caught sight of something in the next room over. The room that was next to the bathroom.

That room was wide and curved and there were multiple shelves in it. Shelves that all had what looked like glass tanks on them.

Frowning, Clarke got up from the seat and walked over to the other room, entering the room and she felt around the wall to her right.

She found a light switch and flipped it on.

The light entered the room and allowed her to see the many glass tanks perched on the shelves.

Terrariums.

Clarke would know a terrarium anywhere.

She had kept researching the many types of terrariums, thinking about how nice it would be to have a pet.

She was startled to see such well-kept ones, with plants in them and everything.

Spacious enough to be comfortable for whatever was to be kept in there.

She stepped closer and peered into the tanks.

She saw no animals in any of them. There was enough light for her to be able to see most of the space inside of the tanks. She saw no animals.

She frowned more deeply. Then why were there terrariums here if there weren't any animals in them?

She heard the speaker crackle, then heard a voice come through again. It was one of the men.

The man's voice said, "Curious about the terrariums? They're for any animals you might want to have here. Tell us what animals you'd like to have, and we'll bring you as many animals you want to keep as you want. We know you like reptiles, amphibians and insects."

Clarke paused and almost burst out laughing. Because really? Fucking really?

They knew that much about her, that they had terrariums ready for the animals that they were hoping to give her.

And funny, wasn't it? That there were a bunch of terrariums in here for her, and she was in just one big terrarium, made for her to be kept in.

A bunch of terrariums in a huge terrarium. That was a fucking laugh.

Talk about a sick sense of humor.

"I presume I'm going to be here for the rest of my life," Clarke said, trying to ignore the dread in her chest.

"No," the same man's voice said, "Not at all. I promise. We're planning on letting you out, when you don't take cocaine anymore and when you stop drinking as much as you drink."

Clarke didn't believe this. Not one bit.

"Then I can leave?" She asked cautiously, not believing it.

"This place, yes," the man said, "But we're going to be in your life from now on. I'm sorry if that's not what you want. But we need you. And you clearly can't take care of yourself."

Clarke glared in the direction of the speaker, wondering if there were cameras in here, picking up her reactions.

Probably.

She heard the crackle of the speaker again, then heard the man speak again. He said, "After you don't want to take cocaine anymore and don't want to drink as much anymore, we'll move you and the animals we give you, back to your own place. But we're going to stay in your life, one way or another. We won't stop you from working where you've been working and we won't even stop you if you want to start sleeping with customers. That's completely up to you, sweetie. But as long as you stay with us and let us take care of you? We will not interfere in anything else."

Clarke huffed out, trying not to feel disgusted or uneasy.

So, even if she was released from this prison, which she doubted was going to happen, these people were going to continue stalking her and controlling her.

In other words, she would be a captive, no matter where she went.

The man continued, his words telling her about what would be in this prison with her, "The food in the fridge you can microwave. If you want anything else, please tell us and we'll bring it to you. Any types of food you want. And we'll bring you any animals you want for pets."

The man added after some silence, "We know that you like turtles, tortoises, frogs, salamanders, lizards, beetles and praying mantises. We can get you all of them, if you'd like."

"Yeah, that'll make up for everything," Clarke snorted, stalking off from the glass tanks and turning the light off in the room.

There was a woman's voice that sighed through the speaker, "We know it won't make up for anything, sweetie. But we want to make you happy. And we know that you're worried about not being able to take care of pets. So, we'll give you the pets and we'll take care of you and your animal friends, both."

Clarke almost laughed.

Again, it was the whole "a cage within a cage," thing. There were terrariums in this place, when this place itself might as well be a giant terrarium.

What a joke.

Clarke sat down on the window seat like seat and glared up at the speaker. "I need to get to sleep soon," she snapped, "But don't think for a fucking second that just because I'm sleeping here, means that I'm cooperating."

She heard another woman chuckle, "No, Clarke, we would never make that mistake."

Clarke snorted quietly, got up, went to the bathroom, not surprised when she found a toothbrush and container of toothpaste-the exact type of toothpaste she liked, and some floss.

She brushed and flossed her teeth, went to the bathroom, washed her hands, went to the main room, found the dresser where her mates had filled the drawers with clothes for her. Her types of clothes and her exact size-such a surprise, really, almost like they had been stalking her for what likely had been years by now.

She pulled out the nightclothes, brought them to the bathroom, inspected the bathroom for cameras, found none and changed.

She then dropped her used clothes on top of the dresser in the main room, got under the covers, and glanced around her, wondering where the lights were.

She almost laughed for real, when she heard a man's voice spill out of the speaker, "The light switch is right by your bed. You can turn the lights out now. A few feet from your pillow."

Clarke lifted her head and looked at where the man said the light switch was.

And yes, there was the light switch.

She reached out and flipped the switch off and the room turned black. Clarke sighed, trying to ignore the anxiety growing in her chest. How was she going to get out of here?

In the room where the monitors were, where Clarke's mates were, watching Clarke, or rather, watching the dark room where Clarke was about to get to sleep, some of Clarke's mates sat back, sighing.

"So, what now?" Clint asked dryly, "We've got her where we want her, so-?"

Laura chuckled, snickering. "Simple," she said, "We make sure she has a hearty breakfast tomorrow. Then? Well…," She glanced at Natasha, and the redhead shared the brunette's smirk.

"Then the fun begins," Natasha chuckled.

There was a unanimous pleased chuckle that ran through the group.

Tomorrow, they would make sure Clarke had a very good, filling breakfast, then after she was finished, several of them would go into the room, restrain Clarke, take her clothes off of her, pin her down to the bed, and each of those in the room with her, would take turns fingering her, devouring her, pounding her cunt, overstimulating her clit.

She would soon learn what sort of pleasure they were going to give her, even if she struggled.

They decided to have shifts, watching the monitors.

They would take turns sleeping.

Bruce would take the first watch and the rest of them would sleep. In a couple of hours, Bruce would be relieved of the watch and Carol would take the next watch.

And that carried on for the whole night.

The next morning, that was when things went into motion.

It was 11 o'clock in the morning.

Clarke yawned as she got herself up out of bed, stretching for a long period of time.

She then turned slightly, reaching out and flipping the switch by the bed. The lights turned on and Clarke turned her body slightly, looking up at the clock on the wall. Her eyes widened when she saw the time.

"Holy fuck," she said, "I slept for almost ten hours?"

There was a chuckle from the speaker as a man's voice said, "There's no need to worry about it. After all, you're going to be living here for a long time. You have no important things scheduled."

Clarke scoffed, shaking her head, but said nothing. She got up from the bed and went to the bathroom.

She did her stuff, flushed the toilet, then washed her hands.

She stepped out of the bathroom, flipping the switch in the bathroom off.

She cursed quietly, before glancing at the TV and cable box, where the remotes were. She grumbled quietly, went over to the TV, grabbed the remote and switched on the TV.

When she did that, she went instantly to Hulu. She then, on Hulu, went to Elementary.

She smiled, glad that she had found Elementary on Hulu, then she switched the TV and cable box off.

She dropped the remote on top of the cable box, then went to the main room.

She opened up the fridge and looked inside.

Clarke grabbed up some bacon, some toast and butter, warmed them up and ate them.

There were paper plates that had been put in a stack on the counter, which would give her a series of plates if she wanted-without risking giving her a weapon.

The utensils were all plastic too.

No risking giving her a weapon to use against her captors, or against herself.

Watching the monitors, Clarke's mates were pleased that Clarke ate as much as she did for breakfast. That was her habit. Large breakfast so that she'd have strength for the day, small meals during the rest of the day.

That was, if she ate at all after breakfast.

That was something that would need to be changed. That she ate regularly.

After Clarke finished up her breakfast, and tossed out the paper plate and the plastic knife and fork, then grabbed some water and drank it, then went to the bathroom and washed her hands afterwards, then that was when Clarke's mates went into action.

It was decided on that all six Frank, Carol, Bruce, Luke, Elektra and Sam would be the first of them to have their way with Clarke.

They picked up the….items they'd need.

Two of the items, being a pill that she could take, to reduce the risk of pregnancy and a statement from the doctors they had seen, saying that they had no sexually transmitted infections, which meant that they wouldn't need any condoms when fucking Clarke.

They had accepted that what they were doing was wrong and fucked up. And they understood that Clarke would have every reason to fear and resent them, even if they had no intention of hurting her, whatsoever.

But they didn't want her to think that any of them would ever risk infecting her with anything, or that they were going to force her to have their children, or anything like that. If she wanted children with them, which they hoped she would eventually, after one day hopefully moving past this, it would be her choice.

The other items they had taken with them, were more than two containers of lube, a few strap-ons, a few dildos, two nipple vibrators and a vibrator for the genital area.

The six of them went downstairs, to where Clarke was.

They pressed the buttons on the panel outside of the prison, the doors sliding open and all of them went inside, pressing the buttons on the other side of the door, Frank reaching out and pressing those buttons, then pulling his arm back inside as the doors closed up automatically, locking from the outside, of course.

Clarke, as soon as she saw the six of them, backed away, her eyes wide with fear.

Carol, Sam and Bruce winced and Clarke's expression.

Elektra, Luke and Frank controlled themselves enough not to look affected, even if they were.

"What are you doing in here?" Clarke asked, trying to make her voice sound unafraid, "You six are now locked in too."

"Yes," Bruce said, nodding, "But as soon as we're finished, we'll just wave to the cameras, and the others will let us out."

Carol said, smirking, "I think you'll be a little too tired out and drained to get up and run to the door by that point."

Clarke visibly shuddered, clearly scared, knowing what was she was in for.

Or at least, having a guess.

"Oh, before anything else," Bruce said, his right hand going to the slip of paper Frank was holding, and stretched his arm out in offering to Clarke.

Clarke stared at the paper and demanded, tense, "What the hell is that?"

"Just something that might make you feel a bit more relaxed with us," Bruce said, smiling.

When Clarke showed that she had no intention of moving closer to Bruce, Bruce nodded and brought the paper over to Clarke's bed and placed it down onto the bed for Clarke to see, then backed away from the bed.

Cautiously, Clarke went to the bed, and looked down at the slip of paper. Her eyes widened when she read it.

It was a slip of paper with several names on it.

Clarke didn't recognize the names, but all of the names had the same confirmation next to them; that none of them had any sexually transmitted infection or HIV.

Clarke looked at her six mates in the room and Bruce smiled encouragingly again as he said, "Those are our names, sweetie. And that's just showing you that when we have sex with you-"

"When you sexually assault me, you mean," Clarke snapped, getting some of her resolve back.

Bruce winced and nodded. "That," he said, "Yes. When we…do that, you won't be at risk of getting a sexually transmitted infection or of getting HIV. You won't get anything at all like that from us. We don't want you to be worried about that when we do it."

Bruce then added, gesturing to himself, "My name's Bruce Banner," he nodded to the Luke, "This is Luke Cage." He then nodded to Carol, "This is Carol Danvers," he then nodded to Elektra, "This is Elektra Natchios," he nodded to Sam, "This is Sam Wilson," he then nodded to Frank, "And this is Frank Castle."

Clarke glared down back at the paper on her bed. Sure enough, amongst the many names, she saw the names, "Frank Castle," "Elektra Natchios," "Bruce Banner," "Sam Wilson," "Carol Danvers," and "Luke Cage," on the paper.

There were multiple other names that Clarke didn't recognize, that she presumed belonged to her other mates.

Clarke then glared back again at the six mates of her in the room. She snapped, "How fucking nice of you. This still doesn't make up for anything at all."

"We know," Sam said, looking guilty.

"We brought something else," Carol said, reaching for a small pill that had been in Bruce's hand and held it up for Clarke to see, "This is a morning after pill. We have a bunch of them for you. So that you won't have to worry about getting pregnant."

Clarke looked at the six people in front of her, startled.

Seeing Clarke's surprise, Sam smiled. "What?" He said, "You thought we'd force you to have our children? We're not going to do that. If you want to have children, it will be on your terms. We just can't let you go. And we want you too much not to do what we're going to do, sweetie. But we won't make you have our children."

At last, Clarke snorted in disbelief.

Un-fucking-believable.

So, her mates were happy to keep her here against her will and rape her repeatedly, but apparently, they didn't think all she was good for, was pumping out babies as well as fucking her brains out, and weren't going to keep here for the rest of her life, they were going to release her to go back to her life, she presumed when she wouldn't try to get away from them anymore.

So, she hadn't quite reached the bottom of the barrel yet.

And still, that was a pretty low bar, when the basis was, "oh, at least they're not making me have their babies against my will, and not going to imprison me forever."

"Now," Bruce said, staring at Clarke, "We can make you take the pill. Or you can take the pill willingly."

Carol placed the pill down onto the bed, stepped back and waited.

Clarke's jaw clenched.

She didn't want to take the pill, if it meant that that would help them get closer to assaulting her.

But they were going to force her to take the pill no matter what, right?

"Me destroying the pill won't do anything, right?" She asked angrily.

"No, it won't," Elektra said, voice low and controlled, "We have dozens. We'll just go back and get another for you. Next time we'll force you to take the pill, if you don't take this one."

Clarke huffed, glaring at Elektra, but knew she didn't have a choice.

She reached down and picked up the small pill.

She kept her eyes trained on her mates and walked over to the fridge, opening it up, reaching in and pulling out one of the water bottles.

She put the pill in her mouth, uncapped the bottle and gulped down the pill.

When she put the water away and closed the fridge, she went to her bed, still watching the six mates of hers cautiously.

Bruce said, "It will take at least an hour for the pill to get into your system. So, we'll wait till then. We can talk until then."

Clarke eyed the four men and the two women as they went over to the chairs that were against the wall and sat down.

Clarke caught sight of the bag that they had brought over and she asked cautiously, "What the hell is in the bag?"

Frank, Carol, Bruce and Sam looked at her as if they weren't sure that they wanted to answer her.

Carol then leaned down, unzipped the bag and opened it fully for Clarke to see the contents.

And Clarke shuddered again.

Many containers of lube several strap-ons and dildos and a few vibrators.

She swallowed and her eyes jumped back up to the six mates in the room with her, her heart pounding.

She didn't have to ask.

They were going to use all the toys in that bag on her.

As well as using their own hands, mouth and groins-the women likely grinding against her-tribadism, and the men pounding her with their own cocks.

Clarke desperately tried to think. She thought of the terrariums in the other room, but knew that that wouldn't work. She had tried moving one of them. They were bolted to the shelves.

They were heavy enough to swing as a weapon, but they couldn't be moved off of the shelves.

All of the kitchen utensils were plastic.

And none of the food items in the fridge were in anything heavy enough to be used as weapons.

None of the books on the shelves were big enough for weaponry purposes.

Elektra snorted, reading Clarke's thought process all over the other young woman's face, "Don't bother. There is nothing you can use against us, Clarke. Just relax. We'll pleasure you. You'll enjoy it."

Clarke snorted, "Ah, yes, I'm sure that would be reassuring to every potential rape victim in human history."

Luke sighed, his huge frame leaning back against the chair that seemed miniscule by comparison, and said, "We know. We get that. But remember, Clarke, none of this is your fault. This is all on us. We know that what we're doing is wrong. We've always known, okay? But you can't get out of this. And we won't do anything that hurts you. Just pleases you. So-"

"So, what?" Clarke snapped back, "So, why don't I just enjoy getting raped? I think that's literally what every apologetic rapist has said ever."

Luke paused, then nodded, realizing he wasn't helping himself and quieted about that.

The rest of the six, they realized they needed to not talk about it, and didn't say anything else.

Clarke glared at them for the rest of the hour, stalking around the room, her eyes never leaving the six of them.

Then the end of the hour arrived.

Clarke could feel her heart almost stop, when the clock read 2 o'clock.

Her eyes went back to where her six mates were seated.

And she could feel her blood turning to ice, as all six of them released a breath, then got up from their chairs, Frank picking up the bag of toys and all six of them began approaching her.

Author's note

Just warning everyone, next chapter is going to have the sexual assault scenes. Just warning everyone.