The usual warnings for repeated sexual assault and forced orgasm, and talk of murder and suicide.
The foreboding words on your arm
Chapter 11
Everything she needs
Clarke was unable to do nothing else except cry out and hump her hips upwards into Pietro's mouth.
His fingers went into her cunt, spreading his fingers inside her as he sucked on her clit.
Clarke howled out as she pumped her cunt into his mouth.
Pietro brought her to orgasm over six times.
It was Steve then who kneeled down and moved his mouth, when Pietro moved away.
Clarke's arms had been tied down with the velvet ropes that Yelena and Brunnhilde had pulled out of the bag they had, for a while now.
And her mates were holding her legs and the rest of her body down.
Clarke, soaked with sweat and having already come at least thirteen times, felt Steve move from between her legs and looked down, panting and gasping, seeing Yelena kneel down and replace Steve.
Yelena smirked at Clarke, leaned her head down and nuzzled her face against Clarke's left inner thigh, before pushing her head all the way down and thrusting her tongue into Clarke's soaking cunt.
Clarke shrieked, arching her back instantly.
After Yelena ate Clarke out five times, Brunnhilde replaced Yelena and ate Clarke out six times.
Clarke lay there, shaking, but still able to go several more times before she passed out and her mates knew it.
And they knew that she had taken the birth control pill, too.
Steve looked at Pietro and nodded to him.
Pietro snickered, looking at Clarke and licking his lips hungrily, unzipping his pants and pushing his pants down, pushing his boxers down and pulling out his thick length.
Yelena handed him the container of lube, which he took, unscrewed and pulled out gobs of, layering the lube all over his length.
When he was sure that he was entirely lubed up, he got up onto the bed, lay down on top of Clarke and slowly lowered his hips, guiding the tip of his cock into Clarke's cunt, slowly going inside fully.
Clarke gasped when she felt him enter her, her eyes opening and Pietro lowered his face near Clarke's, as he whispered, "It's okay, baby, go ahead, you can bite." He heard Clarke gasp, and he then pushed his hips down, inside her completely as he thrust forward, making her yelp.
He had meant what he said. His face was close to her face, his ear close to her mouth. If she wanted, she could bite him.
There was that loophole, that made it possible for a person to physically hurt their soulmate, if their soulmate was attacking them in some way.
While physically speaking Pietro and the rest of Clarke's mates, would never hurt Clarke, ever, what they were doing was ultimately an attack. It was sexual assault-repeated sexual assault.
If Clarke wanted to defend herself by tearing her teeth into Pietro's face, ear or neck, she easily could have. Her body wouldn't lock up if she did.
Because this what Pietro was doing to Clarke and had been doing to her for some time now, was an attack.
And a soulmate could hurt their lovers, if they were being attacked.
And Pietro knew that Clarke knew this.
And yet…Clarke, during the whole time Pietro thrust into Clarke, pumping into her again and again, cooing to her as he did, he never felt her lean forward, bearing her teeth. He never felt her teeth on his skin.
Just heard her cry out, occasionally even whimpering that word, "Daddy," out.
Clarke gasped when she had heard Pietro's words. That she could bite him if she wanted, before he entered her cunt.
And he was right. She could.
When the other six; Carol, Frank, Sam, Elektra, Bruce and Luke, had assaulted her, pinned her down to the bed and had their way with her repeatedly, they had held her chest, arms and shoulders down as well as her legs. Which meant that her face hadn't gotten close enough to bite any of them, so she hadn't had the opportunity to use her teeth against any of them.
But she was in the perfect situation to use her teeth on one of them now, with Pietro.
Pietro cooed to her, "Go on, baby, it's alright," he nuzzled her breasts, taking her left breast in his hand and gently squeezing, "Bite. None of us will do anything if you do. If you want to-if you bite a piece of my face or ear off, I'll deserve it."
Clarke gasped, both out of shock, and from the jolt of sheer pleasure she felt when Pietro thrust at a certain angle, making her arch off of the bed.
Pietro's words, "I'll deserve it," might as well have told her everything that she needed to know about her mates, when it came to their relationship to her.
They literally would do anything for her. Absolutely anything for her.
They would violate her sexually over and over and over again, but every time they did it, they made sure that she felt nothing but pleasure, that the only thing she experienced, was pleasure, nothing else. And what was more, if she told them that she wanted them to take a knife and cut out a piece of their own flesh for her, in retaliation for all they were doing? They'd do it. She was sure of it.
And how Yelena had nuzzled Clarke's inner thigh? Almost the way a dog would its master, spoke of nothing but pure devotion, even as Clarke's mates assaulted her.
If she needed any more proof that her mates were deranged? Pietro had provided her with that proof.
Her mates were unhinged.
Deranged.
Unstable.
Extremely mentally unwell.
Really, she would have thought she'd had all the proof that she needed, but Pietro's words had been the final piece of evidence she needed.
As Pietro drilled into her, ignoring her small struggles that she gave, she knew that she wasn't going to bite him or any of her mates.
She cried out as she felt herself about to come again.
Her mates, regardless of their actions, pleased her in the way that they knew exactly how she wanted to be pleased.
They gave her what she wanted, even when she told herself that she shouldn't want the type of sex she yearned for.
Knowing that, she couldn't even feel shame, when she cried "daddy" out again, feeling herself clench around Pietro's thickness and length.
She heard him groan as his hips bucked into her faster, as he came inside her.
When he pulled out of her, she felt Steve's long cock enter her. She knew it wasn't Pietro again.
Not as thick.
But Steve was long.
Clarke felt him lay his head next to hers and she shuddered, as she heard words similar to Pietro's whispered against her as his lubed up length fully entered her, "It's alright, sweetie. You can bite any of us, if you want to. We'll understand. It's okay. Go on."
Clarke gasped at the words again, but she knew already that she wasn't going to do it.
Steve pounded into her, gently, then sped up as both of them could feel their pleasure getting higher.
At last, Clarke cried "daddy" out again, as she clenched around Steve, and Steve grunted, coming inside her.
When Steve pulled out of her, Clarke still had her eyes closed, when there was a new length and thickness that pushed its way into her cunt. A large, thick, long lube-covered silicone cock.
Clarke yelped, eyes opening and saw Brunnhilde on top of her, holding Clarke's hips tightly, practically sitting on Clarke, not lying down so that Clarke could bite at her, but smirking as she leaned back, aimed her hips and thrust her fake cock all the way up into Clarke, hard.
Clarke screamed, arching as Brunnhilde spoke to her in a loving tone, "That's right, baby girl, you know what your body wants. You know what pleasure you want. There's no shame in what you want. We're the ones doing this, this is in no way your fault. We'll give you all the pleasure you could ever want, and you won't have to do a single thing."
The vibrating strap worked Clarke's cunt and clit, bringing her to her next harsh and intense climax and orgasm. Brunnhilde groaned, as she came against the other end of the strap.
Brunnhilde pulled the toy out of Clarke and Yelena moved in on Clarke, thrusting into Clarke with her lube-covered strap.
From the main room, several of Clarke's mates watched hungrily. And when Clarke passed out, they watched as Yelena pulled out of her, and Yelena and the other three untied Clarke's hands, and Yelena and Brunnhilde both untied the straps they had one and bagged up everything, strap-ons, tube of lube, ropes and all.
Steve and Pietro zipped themselves up and went to get some water and chocolate from the kitchen.
Brunnhilde and Yelena zipped themselves up as Steve and Pietro came back over to the bed, Steve holding a cup of water and Pietro carrying some chocolate.
They each kissed Clarke's forehead, and poured the water down Clarke's throat, leaving the chocolate by her bed.
They then carried everything out of the room and the doors closed up.
Steve, Brunnhilde, Yelena and Pietro arrived back up at the main room, meeting with the others.
Wanda met her twin's eyes as she asked, "How did she taste, brother?"
Pietro snickered as he said, "She fucking tastes amazing. I would have had my mouth on her cunt for the rest of my life if I could."
Wanda, Natasha, Pepper, Tony and Hela all snickered.
Sounded like they had a good deal to look forward to.
Pepper then acknowledged what no one was saying, "She didn't bite any of you."
"No," Steve agreed, "She didn't. I don't think she will."
They considered what that might mean. Was Clarke not biting them because of fear? Or because she enjoyed everything they did too much? Or because they were her mates and she couldn't bring herself into doing it?
If it was the first of those possibilities, Clarke had nothing to be afraid of. They would never do anything if she chose to bite them or kick them or hit them or scratch them or worse than that.
They would do anything she wanted, and all that mattered to them was Clarke's safety, happiness and pleasure.
They forced the pleasure upon her, but if she chose to and hurt them, they would not even complain.
They acknowledged that if Clarke harmed them at all, as they violated her and held her captive, they deserved whatever she might dish out for them.
And welcomed it, if it brought Clarke any comfort.
They knew that eventually, Clarke was going to go through withdrawal from not intaking any drugs.
They'd help with that.
But there were other matters.
Now that Clarke had all that money from Abby and Jake, she could essentially, do whatever she wanted.
But they knew also that while Clarke had more or less gotten somewhat of an education at the orphanage where she grew up, but she never had a regular education. She hadn't even gone to high school. And of course, there was no way that that orphanage where she had been raised would ever pay for college.
Clarke rarely talked about it with her friends, but she often, when talking about lacking in a college education, had entertained the notion of going to college and actually getting a degree, if she had the money to do it.
Now, Clarke would never have to pay for any of the college tuition.
Clarke's mates would pay for it all, if Clarke wanted to go to a college.
They could bring that up with Clarke later. However, they had meant it when they said that they'd let Clarke go after she recovered from her drug habits. And after she learned to eat more and take care of herself.
And when Clarke was out, could live her own life, they would give her the choice of reporting them to the police, throwing them out of her life, or actually telling them to hurt themselves, in order to retaliate against them for what they had done to her.
If Clarke chose that she wanted nothing to do with them ever again after this? They would respect her choice, no matter how much it hurt them to do.
They wanted to be with her. Desperately. But if she decided that she didn't want to be around them ever again, which would be understandable, as they had literally sexually assaulted her again and again, they would respect her wishes.
If she told them to take a knife and slit their own throats? A good many of them would do it.
They had not loved many people easily, but when they loved, they loved deeply and intensely.
Tony Stark and Pepper Potts were mates, Clarke was their other mate. Laura and Clint Barton were mates and Clarke was their other mate. It was the same case for Barney and Simone Barton.
In their lives, they had committed great crimes to do the things that they needed and to protect those that they loved.
They understood that when they made a commitment to someone, it was always to be with great devotion. And for their soulmate or soulmates, it would be no less.
They didn't doubt that Clarke doubted their sanity.
But they were very aware and very in control of their actions. And very sure of what they were doing.
After Clarke stopped taking drugs, or hopefully, stopped feeling the need to take drugs, they would let her out of her prison, let her return to her normal life, including her job, and if she wanted, go to college, as well, and she'd have the pets that she had always wanted.
And yes, they would do what Clarke wanted, if she chose that she wanted them either to turn themselves in to the police, to leave her life and never show up again, or for them to kill themselves, should she wish it.
"You know," Brunnhilde said, as she placed the bag she carried, onto the table, "You eight are going to have to be the ones to open that wound of hers."
She was of course, addressing all eight Hela, Pepper, Wanda, Melina, Elektra, Simone, Jessica and Sylvie, when she said that.
And she was referring to the "mommy wound," that would need to be handled.
Hearing any of those eight women referring to themselves as "mommy," would likely open up a huge, festering wound for Clarke.
The question became, would doing that cause more harm than good?
Clarke was free of Abby and all the money was hers.
But the memories were still there. The pain was still there. The memories from the abandonment was still there.
If Clarke began calling those particular eight women, "mommy," when they were in the room with her, and they watched as she melted into a submissive, whimpering mess, would they be causing her more harm that way?
They wanted her to be able to make her own decisions, yes, and make them, knowing that she had as many options open to her as possible.
But opening up that wound for Clarke, could cause her to be hesitant in being independent enough to tell them, if she wanted, for them to never come near her again, or for them to hurt themselves or for them to turn themselves in to the police.
They wanted to cater to her every need and desire. But they didn't want her to feel like she had to be dependent on them.
What they were considering doing, opening up that wound that Clarke had from Abby, would be a risky thing.
"Think we don't know that?" Jessica sneered at Brunnhilde.
Hela said, her expression as always, one of complete control, "Clarke will be want to be in our arms after we have her call us by that word. But do not have so little confidence in Clarke's intelligence or her strength. She will do what she feels she must. I rust her judgment. If she chooses to stay with us, I will respect that. And I won't doubt her judgment. And if she tells us to leave, turn ourselves in or to raise a knife to ourselves, I won't doubt her judgment then either."
Brunnhilde half thought of saying that she wasn't disrespecting Clarke in any way by implying that it might be complicated if they opened up the whole "mommy wound."
She knew that Clarke was strong, that Clarke was competent.
Were she not, there was a strong possibility that she wouldn't have the life that she had-looking after her income responsibly, being cautious and having the friends that she had.
And she would never have been able to live with any sort of normal life, after being abandoned by her mother and being raised in that orphanage, if she was not.
The problem was that Clarke had a load of trauma, caused by abandonment issues.
And they all knew that.
"Well," Thor said, nodding to the screen, looking at where Clarke slept in that prison, "We have time. She'll recover from today. She has time. But for now? Why don't we try to secure more for her. Her job, by now, I'm guessing, is in danger."
"Right," Steve said, "Some of us need to go over there and make sure that Clarke isn't fired."
They agreed on that. They still had time, before they opened up that whole, "mommy load of issues."
They agreed to send out four of them to secure Clarke's job and make sure that she wasn't fired.
The rest of them remained and all four Steve, Thor, Jessica and Sam, were to go to Clarke's workplace and secure her job, keep her from getting fired.
They, of course, could not say where Clarke was or why she was currently absent from her workplace, however, they were inventive and could easily come up with something.
The four of them left the place they were keeping Clarke and headed for Clarke's workplace.
They reached the club midday, got past the bouncers, and asked to speak to the people in charge.
They said that it was the matter of an employee, who had not been at her work for several days.
Soon enough, they were introduced to Clarke's employers, Charmaine Diyoza and Nia Azgeda.
They sat down with Charmaine and Nia, and began to explain.
They said that they had heard from Clarke that she recently had learned that she had been given a large sum of money, and was trying to understand how that had happened and settle the matter.
Diyoza and Nia, both seemed understanding, but pointed out that at some point, they would have to fire Clarke, should she stay gone longer.
However, Jessica smirked, and made a certain….reference to one of their businesses. A business, which should it choose to endorse Charmaine and Nia's business, they would be much better off than before. That was, however, only if Clarke didn't lose her job.
Charmaine and Nia nodded, shocked, but agreeing.
After that was finished, Nia asked, "Just what is your relationship with Clarke Griffin?"
The four who had visited the club, who at that time were lifting up and getting ready to leave, slowly turned back to the two women.
"We're…an interested party," Steve said, smiling, as if that explained everything, "We'll let you know when Clarke is returning. But you keep your end of the deal. And you will be extremely rich by the end of this."
Nia and Diyoza knew better than to ask anything else as the group of four left.
The four of them left the club and headed back to their hideaway.
They got back to the hideaway and when the doors were closed and they met up with the others, Pepper asked, "Has her job been secured."
"Yes," Steve nodded.
"Now, then," Bruce said, "If we came up with a story of Clarke, getting a big sum of money, we need to finalize it officially, so that no one asks questions."
"Agreed," Pepper said, "We should get Matt Murdock. He'll finalize everything and announce that Abby's been missing. And we need to make sure that no suspicion falls on Clarke."
"Yes, yes," Tony grumbled.
They knew a way to make sure that Clarke wasn't pulled under the light of suspicion.
They weren't stupid.
Clarke went missing not long before Abby Griffin goes missing, and then Clarke got all this money from Abby?
It wasn't hard to see how someone would assume that Clarke was involved with Abby going missing.
But they knew how to make sure that Clarke didn't end up being a suspect.
"That means us three," Natasha said, gesturing to Jessica and Melina, "We need to come up with the paperwork needed soon."
Jessica and Melina nodded.
They would arrange the paperwork, indicating that Clarke had been on a trip, out of the states, and therefore, wouldn't have been able to be anywhere near the place where Abby was murdered.
Matt would finalize the papers, showing that Abby had chosen of her own free will to give up the money to Clarke, and that she was feeling regret for her actions, and that she was contemplating suicide for what she had done.
They had a few other ways to make sure that Clarke not being accused of having anything to do with Abby's disappearance, airtight.
They would put that into place, soon enough.
They watched the monitors, as Clarke woke up, moaning softly and grabbed some of the water shakily, drinking it and ate some chocolate.
She wrapped the blanket around herself again, turning to glare at the cameras, then sighing.
She said quietly, "You all are seriously deranged, you know that?"
Several of Clarke's mates chuckled.
They had figured that Clarke would see them that way.
Over the next few days, they made arrangements for Clarke's alibi and for Abby's paperwork. They also made arrangements to go get the animals that Clarke wanted.
They did their research. Checked with breeders who were supposedly trustworthy.
They aimed to get those animals in a few days.
Then almost three days after Steve, Yelena, Brunnhilde and Pietro had their way with Clarke, Clarke went through withdrawal.
Author's note
I'm aware that I probably am showing signs about knowing nothing about drug withdrawals. I have no idea when a person gets a drug withdrawal after no longer taking said drug. I just figured that I might as well take liberties with the whole drug thing. And with all the paperwork stuff.
And the "mommy issue," will be addressed soon enough, of course.
