Warnings for sexual assault. Such a warning for that, in this chapter. Multiple sexual assaults in this chapter.
The foreboding words on your arm
Chapter 6
The pleasure that she's been denied
Clarke backed up and she knew backing up closer to the bed was a really stupid idea, but her brain left her body, as all six Frank, Sam, Carol, Bruce, Luke and Elektra came closer.
She felt her legs hitting the bed, and upon becoming alert to the fact that she had backed up into the bed, her eyes widened, looking back at it, then spared a frightened glance at where the six of her mates were getting closer and tried to jump for the door behind her to be assailants.
The door, she knew, was locked and most likely made from extremely difficult to breach steel or something of the like.
Clarke knew that there was no point of getting to the door. After all, she'd never get through it. But still, she tried to run to it.
But she never reached it.
Hands gripped her shoulders and waist before she could get close to the door, and she was forcefully pulled backwards to the bed.
She felt her shirt being lifted up and felt her pants being pushed down.
She heard paper being moved and knew that the paper that had been placed before her, indicating that all of her mates wouldn't give any sort of infection to her, had been removed from the bed and placed elsewhere.
She cried out as she felt her legs being kicked out from under her, her body being pushed down onto the bed.
She knew that there was no point in screaming for help. Even if they weren't still in Los Angeles, which she was certain they were, and so, therefore, no one would care if they heard someone screaming for help, she didn't doubt for a second that this room had been fortified so that the room wouldn't release sounds, including any screams she made.
She was pushed down onto her back, her shirt torn off of her and thrown down to the floor, and her pants were pulled down to the floor as she was held to the mattress. Her shoes and socks were yanked off of her, and she struggled, but she knew it wasn't going to do any good.
Frank had her by the waist, Carol had her boy the legs, spreading them. Sam had her around the waist too. Bruce had her by the arms, holding them down above her head. Elektra had her hands all over Clarke's upper torso. And Luke had her shoulders.
Clarke was soon down on the bed, unable to move.
Her clothes were off of her person in seconds.
Clarke's heart was pounding ruthlessly against her chest. She shook as she struggled, her arms trying to move, but they were pinned.
Clarke felt the panic enter her chest, and she knew that it wasn't the panic she wanted to feel.
It was panic from knowing that she would react to their touches instantly, just because they were her mates.
That was how the biology worked. A person couldn't physically strike their mate, ever. It would be biologically impossible. But rape, as long as there was no physical pain involved, was not out of the question. Clarke knew that her mates were not going to cause her any physical pain, which meant that ultimately, they would succeed in what they were doing.
They were going to succeed in sexually assaulting her.
She tried to get up off of the bed, but she wasn't going to be able to move. Even without Elektra, Bruce, Carol and Sam restraining her, Frank and Luke were too strong.
Luke alone would have been able to restrain her.
When her clothes were completely off of her, she gasped when she felt her legs being grabbed around the back, and felt them being lifted up off of the mattress.
And then she felt them being parted and felt someone pushing themselves between her legs.
Clarke gasped, looking down her body at who was between her legs. She couldn't lift herself up at all, because Luke held her down. But she was able to see who had just pushed themselves between her legs.
It was Frank.
He was staring up at her longingly, desperately as he lowered himself down, his mouth going right to her cunt, his mouth wrapping around Clarke's clit, gently sucking. Clarke instantly lost control, even if she tried to focus her mind on anything else, and she arched up into Frank's mouth. She arched up and bucked her hips into Frank, feeling him suck on her hungrily, his tongue stroking all along her clit making her eyes roll up into her head, her body twisting.
Frank's mouth wasn't the only one on her.
Luke's mouth went to Clarke's right breast and sucked hard on her right nipple, his right arm holding her down, and his left hand moving to cup Clarke's right breast as he sucked. Carol wrapped her lips around Clarke's left breast and sucked at the younger blond's nipple, her hand moving to squeeze Clarke's breast gently.
Bruce's mouth trailed all along Clarke's stomach, sucking and licking.
Sam and Elektra were kissing and sucking all along Clarke's legs and thighs, each of them cupping one of Clarke's ass cheeks.
Clarke twisted and cried out and moaned as there were endless firings of pleasure shooting throughout her body.
She didn't want to want this. She didn't want it to feel this good.
But it did.
She could feel her climax approaching. Frank's tender sucking and the long licks his tongue was giving her clit pushed her further along the edge.
She cried out, hips thrusting up into Frank's mouth.
Frank's hands were not just going to do nothing-no. They were going to be very busy too.
His hands went between Clarke's legs, his right pointer and middle finger slipped into Clarke's cunt, softly stretching his fingers into Clarke's cunt and spreading his fingers inside her, causing her gasps to becoming more ragged and louder.
Frank smirked around Clarke's clit, licking a long lick along Clarke's clit as he did, indulging in her scent and taste; she tasted delectable.
So fucking good.
He spread his fingers again, as he sucked on Clarke's clit and started tapping his tongue against Clarke's clit harder.
Frank actually moaned into Clarke's clit, causing Clarke to scream at the feeling.
Frank stared up at her, as Bruce lifted himself and looking down at Clarke. Luke and Carol both were staring up at Clarke from where they sucked at her breasts, and Elektra and Sam were staring up at Clarke from where they were nuzzling, licking and sucking at her thighs and legs.
She was everything to them, even if she feared them. They wanted to do everything for her, give her everything.
How long had it been since she had truly been pleased sexually? How long had it been since she'd been healthy? How long had it been since she had actually felt genuinely loved?
Well, that was going to change now.
She would have everything she could possibly want.
They would please her till she was satisfied, repeatedly. They were going to give her everything, even if she denied herself everything.
She had yet to meet someone who could give her the satisfaction that she needed. Clarke's mates had been following her for a long time. A very long time. And they knew that the last time Clarke had gotten even close to sexual satisfaction, had been almost two years ago.
Malcolm and Maxwell Carbone, identical twin brothers, had happily fucked Clarke within an inch of her life and from what Clarke's mates knew that that was as close as Clarke knew to true satisfaction. Clarke's mates? They hadn't been following Clarke that long, but they had heard about what had happened between Clarke and the Carbone brothers, while listening in on Clarke speaking with some of her friends, talking about how good the Carbone brothers had fucked her.
Well, she was going to know exactly what true pleasure was now. And she would never not have that pleasure-she would be bathed in it for the rest of her life-if Clarke didn't leave them, anyway.
Frank pumped his fingers in and out of Clarke's cunt, sucking her clit, his tongue still moving against Clarke's clit, stimulating Clarke, forcing the pleasure to tear through the young woman.
Clarke, of course, couldn't help but bucking her hips against Frank.
Carol and Luke sucked at her nipples, smiling around her breasts, hungrily watching her writhe around on the bed, just completely enthralled with her every move, her every cry, her every tremble.
Her eyes were closed and sweat was pouring down all over her body.
Bruce moved away from Clarke's chest and stomach, and leaned down next to her right side, moving to her right ear and began to whisper to his mate. He and the rest of Clarke's mates agreed that they needed to make it clear that none of this was Clarke's fault. That they were entirely to blame. That she was in no way responsible for what was happening to her. They couldn't allow her to ever for a moment feel like she was to blame for what was happening to her. To feel like she was in any way to blame for being sexually assaulted.
She of course, was not. No victim of sexual assault was at fault for their assault. However, victims of sexual assault, often blamed themselves. Because they were taught to. Maybe not directly. But socially, such shame was taught to many people, which was why when there was sexual assault, there were cruel and revolting questions like, "What were you doing out that late at night?" or "What were you wearing?"
So, if there was even a chance that Clarke might feel that same shame that condescending society that shamed women for the slightest thing, or even for a woman's own assault, they would have to make absolutely sure that Clarke was protected from that.
So, Bruce began whispering to Clarke softly, "None of this is your fault. You need to know that, sweetie. You're the victim here. We are assaulting you. And none of this is in any way your fault." He kissed Clarke's ear, then still whispering, "We love you more than anything. We'll never let anything hurt you again. Not your mother, not any of the people at the orphanage you were in, no one."
Clarke shivered, and for the first time, it was a shiver that had nothing to do with pleasure ravaging her.
They knew about her mother. They knew about the orphanage.
Just how the hell long had they been stalking her?
Bruce kept whispering against her ear, telling her that it wasn't her fault and never would be.
And all the while, Frank kept torturing her with his mouth and fingers. And Carol and Luke kept sucking on her breasts. Sam and Elektra still sucked and licked at her legs and thighs.
Frank stroked his tongue around her clit and kept stroking, finally pushing Clarke over the edge and making her scream as she arched up, her cunt thrusting up into Frank's mouth, coming hard, eyes clenching shut and feeling her vaginal walls clench around Frank's fingers, her cum spilling out and slicking all over Frank's fingers and chin.
Clarke shuddered, shaking, lowering herself down onto the bed.
Frank pulled his fingers out of Clarke's cunt and pulled his mouth from her clit. Frank stepped back, licking his lips, hungrily sucking at Clarke's cum, smiling. "Sorry, Danvers," he chuckled, "I know you said you'd be the first to put your mouth on her. But go ahead. Now's your chance."
Carol chuckled against Clarke's breast as Clarke sagged against the bed, shaking and she moved her mouth off of Clarke's breast and moved down Clarke's body, looking to Frank and nodding to Clarke's breast where Carol had been sucking, indicating that they needed to switch places.
Frank nodded back to her and moved up to Clarke's breast, leaning down and wrapped his mouth around Clarke's breast and began to suck at the nipple.
"One thing first, though," Carol said, reaching for the bag she and the others had carried in, and pulled out a thick but not too big dildo, and grabbed a container of lube. She opened up the container, scooped out a good portion of lube and rubbed it all over the dildo, making it slick as possible. When it was completely slick, Carol went to where Clarke was.
And Carol kneeled down between Clarke's legs, nodded to Sam and Elektra, indicating that they should lift Clarke up, and they did, and Carol reached under Clarke, gently pushed Clarke's ass cheeks apart, and very slowly pushed the toy inside of Clarke's asshole.
Clarke cried out, gasping, struggling. "Don't!" She yelled, but Carol did, she pushed the toy up inside Clarke and Clarke's captors kept her from pulling away from the invasion. Clarke gasped and whimpered as she felt the strain inside of her. Elektra and Sam then lowered Clarke back down to the bed, pressing the toy into her, and she gasped more.
Carol smirked and went back over to the bag, pulling out the remote for the dildo, and she switched it right on, going to not the highest setting, but still a pretty high setting.
As soon as she did, she grinned, when she heard Clarke cry out louder and whimper, Carol suspected mostly out of surprise-for now.
Carol placed the remote down, went to the kitchen area of the room where they were and thoroughly washed her hands.
Though her fingers hadn't touched that much of Clarke's other hole, she didn't want to risk touching Clarke's cunt without washing her hands. After she was satisfied with having washed her hands as much as she had, she turned and went to the bag again, grabbing the container of lube again and lubing her fingers up. After that, she place the container of lube down and went back to between Clarke's legs as the dildo stimulated Clarke's asshole, and knelt between Clarke's legs again, lowering her face, her tongue stroking all along Clarke's clit, and her fingers, which were smeared in lube, she thrust hard into Clarke's cunt.
Clarke cried out, hips rolling into Carol's mouth and fingers again, her eyes fixed closed again, the sensation of Carol's cool fingers inside her, startling her, as well as being assaulted with everything else.
Frank and Luke met each other's gaze, smirking around Clarke's breasts. They were going to have their way with Clarke multiple times. As soon as Carol forced an orgasm from Clarke, Luke would get between Clarke's legs and put his mouth on her. Then it would be Bruce's turn. Then Sam's turn. Then Elektra's turn. But they were then going to continue to put their mouths on her over and over again, after they all had their turns.
They were going to satisfy Clarke, one way or another.
And they were just starting out with their mouths and fingers. They'd use…other implements, after they gave Clarke up to fifty orgasms with their mouths and fingers.
As Frank, Luke, Carol, Sam, Elektra and Bruce devoured Clarke with their mouths, making her scream, cum and writhe, the scene was being watched from the control room, by a good portion of Clarke's other mates.
However, six of Clarke's other mates, had left the building and were on their way to where they had tracked down one Abby Griffin, Clarke's mother.
They had left almost as soon as Carol, Elektra, Frank, Luke, Bruce and Sam had entered that room to have their way with Clarke.
The six of mates in question; Wanda, Pietro, Thor, Danny, Sylvie and James-or rather, Rhody, as he liked to be called, had driven from the building where they kept Clarke, and drove their way in the direction of the building where they had tracked Clarke's biological mother, Abby Griffin, down.
Clarke's soulmates had tracked Clarke down, yes, but they hadn't just tracked her down. They had tracked down the people that had hurt her in the past.
Amongst them? Clarke's mother. Abby Griffin. The mother who had abandoned Clarke as a child.
The car that the six drove up in, a gray van, came to a stop, next to the building where Abby Griffin lived.
They stepped out of the van, locked it, and reached the front door of the building, and Pietro pressed the button next to the apartment number where they knew Abby lived.
There was the buzzing sound, then the sound of someone clicking and answering, after a few seconds.
"Hello?" Abby's voice came through.
Sylvie was the one that chose to speak, her voice smooth and silky as she all but smirked, "Hello, Ms. Griffin, here to deliver a package and it's a required signature. May we please come up? Or you can come down to sign the documents?"
Whether Abby let them in or decided to come down herself, it would make no difference. They had scouted the area and the building before making their plans. There were no cameras that would catch the angle of them doing anything to Abby, at least on the outside. And there were no cameras inside Abby's building-they had looked inside enough times, to know.
If there were any cameras? Then they weren't at the front entrance of the building.
Abby then sighed, "Alright, I'll come down. Just give me a few seconds."
A few seconds was putting it lightly.
Abby lived on the tenth floor and she likely hadn't been expecting any unannounced visitors.
But that was fine. Sylvie, Wanda, Pietro, Rhody, Danny and Thor, had been expecting her to need to take her time before arriving downstairs.
Eventually, Abby arrived downstairs and her six to be abductors, narrowed their eyes at the sight of her.
They had seen her before, of course.
But they never had stopped loathing her.
The wretched woman that had abandoned their Clarke. Who had thrown Clarke away for whatever reason and had left the little girl to be raised by uncaring people, tossing her from one home to the next.
And now they had found her. They were going to kill her. For Clarke.
It wasn't like Abby had been in a desperate position or anything, when she had abandoned Clarke.
Clarke's mates weren't as unforgiving as to decide they were going to kill someone who had felt that she was unfit to be a mother and so would leave the child with people that might look after her better.
No, they had done their research.
Abby had been no desperate teenager or young adult, terrified of raising a child because she didn't have enough money to look after said child.
Nor had the child been from a sexual assault or incest.
Nor was Abby supposedly unwilling to have children-or so she claimed.
Abby had been almost twenty-eight, when she had had Clarke, and already had a promising career as a doctor, not to mention had been married to a very successful engineer, Jake Griffin, who had stated in his will that Abby would get almost all of his money, should he die.
So, she'd been in a very secure position.
But Clarke's mates had dug deeper. As it turned out, if what Clarke's mates had learned from Abby and Jake's friends from chatting them up and learning what they could, Abby had told Jake, after learning he had wanted children, that she also wanted children-but that was only after she found out how rich he was.
Then when they had a child and Jake made out his will, as it turned out, he had tried to split the money between his wife and child, but Abby had successfully gotten the lawyer to change the will without Jake knowing.
Which meant, after Jake died? Abby would get everything. And there would be nothing stopping Abby from tossing Clarke on the doorstep of some orphanage, so that she didn't have to hold back on that, in hopes of gaining the money eventually.
Jake's will had at first been a security, making sure that Abby would have to look after Clarke, so that Abby could gain the money that she wanted.
But Abby had gotten the will changed. And so, after Jake died, Clarke didn't need to be part of the arrangement, any longer.
Abby's abandonment of Clarke, had literally been coldly calculated by Abby Griffin.
Which meant that her life was going to be forfeited, very soon.
Abby arrived at the door, opened it up and walked through, looking at the six people in front of her, startled.
"Yes?" She asked, her eyebrows narrowing in confusion as she took the sight of the six of them in, "Where's the package…and why are there six of you?"
"Sorry, bitch," Pietro sneered, pulling the chloroform soaked rag he had in his pocket out and pressing it against Abby's mouth and nose, "The only package you'll get, is payback."
Pietro pressed the rag against Abby's face and she tensed up just for a second, but both Rhody and Wanda grabbed her arms, holding her still as the chloroform worked on her, and she passed out, slumping.
Pietro moved his hand back, as Rhody picked her up and carried her to the van.
Sylvie stepped to the back of the van, opened it up and Rhody tossed Abby inside like a bag of trash.
When she was inside, Sylvie closed the back of the van and locked it, they then went around the sides of the van, got in and started the engine up.
Sylvie drove them away, and as they did, Danny said, looking over at Pietro in aggravation, voice dry, "'The only package you'll get, is payback?' Really, Maximoff?"
"What?" Pietro laughed, snickering, "Not the best line in the world, sure. but it was fitting."
All three Sylvie, Wanda and Rhody rolled their eyes.
Back at the building where Clarke's mates were keeping her, about two hours from where Clarke's mates had snatched her biological mother, Clarke's torturous pleasure continued.
Clarke was arching her back, her hips bucking into Elektra's mouth this time-and again, Elektra's mouth was being used on her.
Each of Clarke's six present mates had taken their turn with her, using their mouth and fingers. Elektra was simply putting her mouth on Clarke again.
One wouldn't think that they would be keeping count of how many orgasms they had given her. But they were doing just that.
So far, they had made Clarke experience seventeen orgasms. The eighteenth one was coming up, as soon as Elektra stimulated Clarke to the point the young blonde could no longer bear it.
Frank's mouth had been on Clarke three times now. The same with Carol, Luke, Bruce and Sam.
Now it was Elektra's turn to give Clarke a third orgasm with her mouth and fingers.
Clarke let loose a ragged, hoarse scream, as Elektra's tongue moved all along the younger woman's vulvae, lapping at the overstimulated flesh, Elektra's deadly fingers on her left hand stroking Clarke's clit with her thumb and pointer finger, the deadly fingers on her right hand pumping in and out of Clarke's cunt repeatedly.
Clarke thrashed and cried out, twisting on the bed as Elektra continued to torture her, the blond's legs restrained by Carol and Sam, and the blonde's arms restrained by Luke and Bruce, Clarke's body being pinned down by Frank, his mouth on her right breast, suckling and his right hand fondling her left breast.
They knew that they would either have to stop soon, or they might hurt her.
Even if it was unintentional.
When Clarke came again against her will, arching off of the bed and bucking her hips ever faster into Elektra's fingers and tongue, they knew that it was time for them to get off, and end this.
Elektra moved back from Clarke's cunt and glanced over at the others, smirking.
When she licked her lips, Bruce moved from Clarke's arm, and began to undo his pants.
Clarke squirmed around, the toy in her ass still stimulating her endlessly-Carol and the others, making sure that it remained on the same torturously high setting in her ass.
Carol helped restrain Clarke, though, by this point, Clarke didn't require much restraining, as Bruce pushed his pants down and instantly buried his cock in Clarke's pussy.
Clarke was so lubricated from how much she had cum and how much lube that had been applied to her cunt, that it was the easiest for Bruce to do. He grunted as he thrust slowly into her, over and over.
Clarke couldn't stop herself from raising her hips up and meeting Bruce's thrusts, and Bruce moaned against her neck.
He lost control of himself faster than he'd like and he yelled before he could help it, coming inside Clarke.
Clarke shuddered, clawing the blanekts, feeling herself clench around Bruce.
"We're sorry, baby," Luke said, voice almost sounding sad, "We know this is…it's unforgivable. But we're not very strong people. Not really. We're sorry. But none of this is your fault, okay, baby?"
Clarke gasped as her pleasure was torn out of her, shaking as Bruce pulled away.
Carol moved away from Clarke as Bruce moved to take her place, and restrain her leg, and Carol went to the bag they had brought in, kneeled down and pulled the strap-on in it, out, putting it on herself, the other end going into herself and she buckled the clips, then leaning down and grabbing a container of lube.
She opened up the container of lube, pulled out several piles of the lube and smeared it all over the strap. When the strap-on was fully lubed up, Carol put the container of lube back down and she smirked, going over to Clarke, the long, thick strap at the ready and lubed up.
She went between Clarke's legs, pressing the tip of the strap against Clarke's vaginal opening, and slowly pushed herself inside, cooing to Clarke, as Clarke gave a desperate moan, "None of this is your fault, baby. But we're doing it for you, we promise."
Clarke wanted to plead for them to stop, but all she could do, was feel the pleasurable feeling of the length and thickness of the toy inside her, rubbing against her clit, stroking, and all she could do was wail in pleasure.
Back in the main control room, the six mates who had left to get Abby Griffin, came back in, carrying their victim into the control room.
Those that had been watching Clarke being assaulted, and very much feeling themselves getting ready to cum too, they turned to Danny, Pietro, Wanda, Thor, Rhody and Sylvie, who returned, with a captive Abby being dragged between them. The woman was unconscious.
But she wouldn't be for long.
When she woke up?
Clarke's mates were going to have a very different type of fun with her, than the type they were having with Clarke.
And they'd make sure Clarke knew what they were doing, and that it was for her, like everything else they did.
Clarke's mates in the room with Abby, snickered, listening to Clarke's ragged cries and moans from the video feed.
After the first six of them were finished fucking Clarke till she passed out, then they'd let her rest, get some food and water into her, then when she had the strength enough, they would bring her to see how they were going to cut apart Abby for what the woman had done to their Clarke.
Author's note
To say that what Clarke's mates are doing to her right now, is unforgivable, is putting it really lightly. I wanted to make that very clear. And just because they know it, doesn't make their actions excusable.
