The foreboding words on your arm
Chapter 13
A possible relationship
Eventually, Clarke got to sleep, sleeping on the bed for a couple of hours, then woke up, went to the bathroom to shower, and Bruce assured her that they would bring in new sheets, pillowcases and blankets.
When Clarke went in, carrying a fresh towel and a fresh set of clothes and a new sanitary pad, Bruce and the others went to work.
They pulled the sheets, blankets and pillowcases off and went out the door.
They brought new sheets and blankets and pillowcases in, and made the bed for Clarke, and by the time they were finished, the shower had switched off and there were sounds of movement coming from the bathroom, not to mention, the sounds of someone brushing their teeth for several minutes. Then they heard Clarke opening up the door, having dried most of herself off and now dressed, trying to dry her hair.
And no, it wasn't lost on Bruce, Frank, Jessica, Melina, Laura, Tony or Pepper, that Clarke always got dressed before getting out of the bathroom, ever since she had first been placed in this prison.
Something they knew that she hadn't done when she had lived in her apartment.
Clearly, despite knowing that they had seen every inch of her body, Clarke felt self-conscious about them looking at her while she was naked.
That made them….disappointed, but they understood. It was difficult to feel like the people looking at you could be trusted, when that same group of people had crossed so many lines with you.
Clarke noticed the newly made bed with the new and fresh sheets, pillowcases and blankets and she smiled, despite obviously being nervous around them.
She nodded to the seven of her mates in the room. "Thank you," she said.
Pepper smiled. She was certain that Clarke only said "thank you" as many times as she had, because of politeness-since what exactly had any of them done outside of the occasional polite way of helping Clarke, that might make Clarke feel like she could trust them?
"You're welcome, Clarke," Pepper said, wishing she could say, "I love you," instead.
But considering everything? Such declarations would most likely freak the hell out of Clarke, more than anything else.
Melina said, "I presume that the other sanitary pad is in the trash in the bathroom?"
"Of course," Clarke said dryly.
Tony nodded and walked to the bathroom, startling Clarke as he went inside the bathroom and she heard him pull the plastic bag out of the trash bin in the bathroom.
He carried the trash bag out, and went near the doors, bent on throwing the trash out.
Pepper said, as Tony reached the doors, "There are more trash bags in the cabinet next to the trash bin," causing Clarke to nod.
"Do you want some time alone to rest?" Bruce asked.
Clarke shrugged as she sat down on the bed, leaning back against the wall again. "I don't know," she said, "But it just seems funny to me, you know?"
"What's funny?" Jessica asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Well," Clarke snorted, wincing a bit at the feeling of some cramp or other, "You guys will fuck me against my will whenever you want. But when I'm feeling this shitty, you guys won't touch me."
Clarke's mates in the room reeled in shock. Was she-? Was she saying that she wanted them to actually….?
Clarke snorted, "Don't get me wrong, I can see how unappealing I am right now. You know, the whole 'vomit' thing and my period probably makes it hard. But I figured that that wouldn't matter."
Bruce, Pepper and Tony flinched at the accusation.
Frank, Jessica, Bruce and Laura, however, met each other's eyes and agreed silently.
Clarke wanted to be fucked hard and be distracted from her pain? They'd give her that, then.
Laura nodded to the others.
Part of why they were holding back, had nothing to do with Clarke having regurgitated or having her period.
It was just that they were already taking advantage of her. To take advantage of her while she was like this? It just felt like an even more underhanded thing to do.
Besides, they were hesitant to allow the men to fuck her with anything outside of their fingers, mouths and toys, because of the chance that Clarke might get sick and throw up, which would mean throwing up the birth control pill.
Of course, there was always the matter of condoms. But those could fail too. Having the birth control around was a safety net.
However, Laura knew a way of avoiding that particular risk.
Now, all of the men in the room were absolutely fine with "backdoor action," but they weren't addicted to it in the way her husband was. So, Laura knew what to do next. She nodded to Frank, Bruce, Melina, Jessica, Pepper and Tony as she mouthed to them, "leave, go get Clint and Natasha."
They nodded back and they turned to Clarke as Bruce said, "We're going to leave now, but don't worry, we're going to send some more people in." He smiled, "You'll get what you want. Promise, sweetie."
Clarke eyed Bruce and his smile as he, Melina, Jessica, Frank, Tony and Pepper all exited the room. And she noticed that Laura remained.
At Clarke's confused look, Laura smiled as she said, "It's alright. You want pleasure? Don't worry. We'll give you pleasure."
Clarke stiffened on the bed, suddenly realizing maybe she should have watched her words.
She had half been joking when she had said that thing before to them, but also had half been serious.
Now she wasn't sure if she could deal with eating her words, the way she felt right now.
Laura, however, kept her predatory eyes on Clarke, making Clarke shift around on the bed nervously.
A few minutes later, the doors to the prison opened up and Clarke turned to look, seeing both Clint and Natasha step inside.
"Clint," Laura greeted, smiling, "Nat, I believe you heard what our dear Clarke said before."
Clint snickered, blue-green eyes looking to Clarke, and Natasha glanced to her, licking her lips hungrily.
"Oh, we heard," Natasha confirmed.
Clarke swallowed.
This was going to escalate, of course.
And she knew she shouldn't be surprised either when she noticed the bag that Clint was carrying, nor when Clint, Natasha and Laura began to walk closer to the bed.
Clint put the bag down by the bed and unzipped it, reaching in and pulling out a container of lube.
He uncapped it and unzipped himself and applied the lube to his cock.
Clarke looked at the girth that had just been unzipped. It was a thick thing. Not especially long like Sam, Steve and Pietro, but thick. Not as thick as Luke or Frank. But pretty thick-probably the same as Bruce's.
Well, she was going to find out in a few moments.
Laura and Natasha came over, grabbing her ankles and pulling her along the bed, making her gasp, as they pulled her pants down, then reached for her underwear and pulled it off, sanitary pad and all, and when that was off and on top of Clarke's fallen pants, started pulling her shirt up.
Clarke all but yelped pitifully, "But what if I vomit again?"
"We'll deal with it," Laura stated.
Natasha grabbed Clarke's right wrist with her left hand and pinned it to the bed by Clarke's head and Laura did the same with Clarke's left wrist and her right hand.
Clarke glanced at Natasha, trying not to think about what Melina had told her about what Natasha had experienced as she struggled against the two women.
As Clint put the lid back onto the tub of lube and put the tub back, he also pulled out-surprise, surprise, more ropes. Maybe even the same ones that had been used on Clarke before when Pietro, Yelena, Brunnhilde and Steve had been assaulting her.
Clint came over with the ropes and handed them to Laura and Natasha, they worked to tie Clarke's arms above her head to the headboard, and when they were finished, Laura and Natasha instantly swooped down, ignoring Clarke's quiet pleas for them not to, their mouths around Clarke's nipples, sucking away, causing Clarke to squirm and moan.
As she did, Clint got up on the bed, grabbed Clarke's thighs, lifted her legs up, spreading them, placing them against his chest, making her feet stick up in the air, making sure her legs were wide, and slowly pushed his lubricated cock into Clarke's asshole.
Clarke whimpered in both surprise and a bit of pain at first, at the intrusion.
Clint, when he heard the noise, felt himself lock up. Honestly, the soulmate "failsafe" wasn't even really needed-because as soon as he recognized the pain in Clarke's whimper, he would have stopped anyway, but the failsafe went into effect, keeping him from pushing any further.
Noticing this, Natasha and Laura both reached down between Clarke's legs, and ignoring the blood that began to touch their fingertips, started to rub Clarke's clit, both of them rubbing against the sides of Clarke's clit and Natasha's thumb stroking the top of Clarke's clit.
As they did, Clarke bucked her hips up, moaning loudly, her body relaxing.
As she did, Clint was allowed inside further.
And Natasha and Laura didn't let up in their stimulating of Clarke's clit.
When Clint at last, was all the way inside of Clarke's ass, he waited, allowing Clarke to adjust to him, then slowly began to move back, then thrust back in.
This caused Clarke to gasp out and buck harder against Natasha and Laura's fingers.
Clint began to slam into Clarke's ass, his balls slapping against her rear, and Clarke clenched her eyes shut as she could feel her pleasure build, feel her next climax and orgasm threaten to burst.
Natasha and Laura stimulating her breasts and her clit, Clint continuing to ride into her, like he thought he'd die if he didn't, Clarke cried out as she was fingered and pounded more, feeling herself clench around the fingers and around Clint's cock, and heard him groan as he released himself into her.
Bright light exploded at the front of Clarke's vision as she shook.
She vaguely heard Clint moan, "I want to fuck her ass again."
"Of course," Laura snorted, "Hold on a moment."
Clarke felt Laura move away from her and heard something being pulled from the bag, and clothing moving, she then heard a buckling sound and she had a pretty good idea of what was coming.
Well-besides her and Clint.
She was turned onto her side, Clint still buried in her ass, and she felt a body push up against her front, and felt something hard and made of silicone start to push into her cunt, lubricated with cum and blood.
When the toy was all the way inside Clarke, Laura and Clint began moving back and forth, pumping back and forth into Clarke, Clint pounding her ass, Laura pounding Clarke's cunt, the toy rubbing against Clarke's clit.
Natasha nuzzled Clarke's neck, gently offering Clarke the chance to bite her, though, she was positive by now that Clarke wouldn't. If Clarke bit at Natasha, Natasha wouldn't even try to pull away. But by now, she was certain that Clarke wouldn't bite at her. She kept kissing and nipping at Clarke's neck, hands squeezing and fondling Clarke's breasts.
Laura and Clint hadn't stayed quiet this whole time. After Natasha was finished offering to let Clarke bite one of them, Laura whispered, "We're sorry we made you think we didn't want you when we didn't touch you before. We never wanted to make you feel that way. We always want you, Clarke."
Clint panted out, "We just…..we didn't want to take more advantage of you. But there's never been a time when we haven't desired you."
It was the truth, after all.
Clarke couldn't help herself, she cried out and clenched around the toy in her and the cock in her, coming all over the toy inside her.
She gasped as she came, but of course, Laura and Clint didn't stop. And neither did Natasha stop her fondling of Clarke's breasts.
Clarke came five more times, feeling Laura coming on the toy, and feeling Clint coming in her ass, all several more times.
Then Laura unbuckled the strap and moved, allowing Natasha to take her place, the redhead attaching the toy to herself.
And Natasha proceeded to pound into Clarke in Laura's stead and Laura proceeded to fondle Clarke's breasts and kiss Clarke's throat in Natasha's stead.
They continued to fuck the hell out of Clarke for hours, till she passed out.
Only then did Natasha pull the strap out of Clarke and only then did Clint pull out of Clarke's ass.
They untied her and put the rope and strap away and zipped themselves up. They got a cup of water for Clarke and some chocolate and placed the chocolate by the bed and poured some of the water down Clarke's throat as they kissed her forehead.
Laura and Natasha went to the kitchen sink and washed their hands, washing the menstrual blood off of them.
They were going to need to do a more thorough cleaning of themselves later, as the blood hadn't gotten only on the toy.
But that was for later.
They suspected it would be best not to leave Clarke alone right now, given that she was still suffering from withdrawal symptoms.
Clint however did as Laura instructed to him quietly and he left the room, going to go shower and wash his cock off.
Laura fondly watched him leave, and watched as the doors closed behind him.
Her husband and other soulmate, the father of their four children, Jillian, Cooper, Lila and Zachary. Were it not what they were doing to Clarke now, what they had been doing to her for the past two weeks, and what they'd continue to do, until Clarke no longer needed them, she would be sure that Clarke would be happy to know him.
But they had already crossed too many lines with Clarke.
Laura and Natasha turned to look at Clarke as the young blond slept.
"I wish we could tell her that we love her," Laura said quietly.
Natasha chuckled. She used to say things like "love is for children," and she used to believe that. She still said it, but she didn't believe it anymore.
Believing that love was only for children, was a naïve thing to think. It was naïve and incorrect.
But she suspected that any verbal exclamations of love, would likely be met either with disbelief or anger, or both, given what Natasha, Laura and the others had done to Clarke.
But yes, Natasha wished she could tell Clarke that she loved the younger woman.
Too late, though.
Laura and Natasha went over to the bed and sat down along the edge of it.
They wouldn't leave her alone due to the possible continuing withdrawal symptoms, and they would wait.
Occasionally, they would reach out and stroke Clarke's hair or face in the younger woman's sleep, but do nothing else.
None of Clarke's mates were interested in touching her sexually while she slept. There would be no point.
They wanted her to enjoy every moment of what they did, and touching her whilst she was asleep would needless to say, make that rather impossible.
Occasionally, Laura and Natasha would stroke Clarke's back and arms, but nothing more.
They noticed occasionally, some of Clarke's menstrual blood would leak out. They didn't mind. They had plenty of extra sheets and blankets. They'd just provide more for Clarke.
After a few more hours passed by, Clarke woke up.
Clarke mumbled quietly as she woke up, opening her eyes and looking around, spotting Natasha and Laura seated along the bed.
She stared at them for a few seconds as they watched her, then said quietly, "That…felt good. Felt better than how I've been feeling."
Laura nodded. "We assaulted you, Clarke. Even if we wanted to pleasure you, we know that there's no excuse for it."
Clarke nodded. It was that same thing that befuddled her before. A fact that she didn't know what to do with, honestly.
These people repeatedly sexually assaulted her, likely would do so many more times before letting her leave. But they were completely aware of how wrong it was, and their reasoning wasn't because they wanted her to feel like she was dirt or because they just were doing it because they could. A good deal of it was because they honestly felt like they needed to please her, they hungered to please her.
But they still were aware that it was wrong, and whatever punishment she decided they needed to go through, she had no doubt they would willingly do it.
Just what exactly did you do with people like that?
She wasn't sure what to do with this.
She wasn't sure she even wanted her mates to be punished. She knew that she was angry and frustrated by them.
But she wasn't sure she wanted them to be punished in any manner.
That was what made it even more frustrating.
"We're sorry," Laura said, smiling sadly, which received a startled look from Clarke. At Clarke's sleep and confused look, Laura continued, "I know that this is…all a lot to deal with. And you don't have to do anything. We would never ask you for forgiveness. Not because we don't know that what we're doing is wrong. We know it is. But because we know we don't have the right to ask for forgiveness."
Clarke's eyes widened. Again, what was she supposed to do with that?
Most people thought that when someone asked for forgiveness, that person was being sincere, but what they didn't acknowledge, was that a person had no right to ask from forgiveness from the person that they hurt.
In fact, it could easily be more traumatic for the victim to be forced to forgive the person asking for forgiveness.
It seemed that on top of everything else, Clarke's mates understood the hypocrisy of the saying, "it's better to ask for forgiveness, than for permission."
They understood that there was no excuse for not asking for her permission.
And they would not ask for forgiveness as they knew that they had no right to.
Again, there was the question. What did Clarke do with this?
This repeating of the question, motivated Clarke's next words, as she scooted to the edge of the bed, reached down and grabbed her shirt and pulled it over herself, but didn't put anything else on, "Just what the hell is the plan, after I don't want drugs anymore and I'm taking care of myself in the way you want me to?"
Laura shrugged. "Then we let you go," she answered.
Clarke snorted, "Just like that?"
"Just like that," Natasha said, smirking, "And after that, as long as you take care of yourself, if you don't ever want to see us again? We'll leave. Or turn ourselves in to the police. Or harm ourselves in the way you decide."
Clarke almost blanched.
She had been half expecting this. But to have it confirmed, was…startling, to say the least.
Laura added, "You will have all the money you will ever need to live a long, happy and comfortable life. You can have all your pets. And if you'd like? You could go to college."
Clarke blinked at that, but then huffed out.
Right, they had been watching her for a couple of years now, right? They had to know that she had never gone to college and that she honestly wanted to go to college, because they must have listened in on some of her conversations between her and her friends and cohorts at work.
Clarke shrugged. "I'm not sure I'd even know where to start applying," she confessed, ignoring a pang from a small cramp.
The heating pad had been placed on the table, and as Clarke grabbed the cup of water and gulped some of it down, then grabbing the bar of chocolate, she kept the heading pad in mind.
"No need to worry about that," Laura said, "Name the college, whatever it is, and however long you want to go there, we'll pay for it. You won't have to use so much as one cent."
Clarke stared at Laura and huffed.
She supposed the simple word for what was being offered to her, were "bribes." But that wasn't what she felt like they were.
It was those things that they just wanted her to have. And if she didn't want anything to do with them and didn't forgive them, they still wanted her to have those things.
Clarke sighed, thinking. She knew it was fucked up and wrong, but she didn't think she didn't want to ever not see them again. Or think about them being in police custody. And she sure as hell didn't want to see them be hurt in any capacity.
But this couldn't continue the way it was going.
And yet…...
She shivered at the memory of their hands and mouths all over her, their fingers inside her, their tongues, toys and cocks inside her.
Everything about what they had done to her, had fed her every fantasy.
And they had known it.
What they had done, could and should never have been considered a "selfless act," and yet, when she had felt her mind leave her body, helpless at her mates' ministrations, it sure as hell had felt like a selfless act.
What was more? She knew that the moment that she told them to leave her after she was allowed out, or the moment she told them to turn themselves into the police or even to harm themselves, they'd do it. In a second.
If this was going to be any sort of even remotely stable a relationship? They needed some ground rules.
Clarke looked to the two older women in the room with her and grumbled, "Look, if any of this is going to work at all? We're going to need some ground rules, okay?"
Clarke watched as Natasha lifted her head, at attention and watched as Laura's eyes widened.
She knew that they were understanding her meaning. They were understanding that she was going to try to give them a chance at being in an actual real relationship with her, even after what they had done.
"Clarke…..," Laura began, hesitating, "Are you sure? You're…you're still going through withdrawals, and your per-"
Clarke snorted, "Don't give me the, 'oh, you're just acting irrational because of your period,' speech. And my withdrawal symptoms aren't making me think the wrong way. I know what I'm doing."
"Okay," Laura said softly, "Let's say you are alright with us being in a relationship after we let you go, regardless of what we've done to you. What are you going to tell your friends?"
Clarke paused. Clearly, Laura meant Roma and the others at the club and Clarke's various other friends.
She knew she'd come up with a story easily enough. "I'll just tell them that I went on a trip somewhere and met you."
Laura nodded. If Clarke chose to tell her friends that her mates had violated her, Laura and none of the others would interfere or deny it. Clarke had every right to treat her mates as they were, for what they had done to her.
Natasha asked carefully, "Clarke, you need to be very sure of this. After what we did? None of us would fault you for telling us to leave, or to hurt ourselves, or for telling us to turn ourselves in."
Clarke gave Natasha a look that said, "Don't piss me off more than I'm already pissed off."
Natasha sighed and nodded. "Alright," she said, "If at any time, you choose to change your mind, we will do what you want."
Clarke nodded and said tiredly, "Good to know."
"So, ground rules?" Laura asked.
Clarke answered, "Yep. I'll tell you what they are later, but…,"
She then added, looking down at where some of her blood was staining the blanket and wrinkled her nose, "Yuck."
Laura chuckled, "Don't say, 'yuck.' There's nothing yucky about it. It's natural. We'll change your blanket again in a moment."
Clarke nodded as she leaned back, grumbling, chuckling, "I'm probably going to need to take another shower after this."
Natasha spoke, and had Clarke not entertained the possibility of forming a relationship with her mates, Natasha would never had said the words that came out, "I don't suppose Laura and I could join you?"
Clarke glanced at Natasha and said dryly, "I'm surprised you're asking for permission."
Even if Clarke hadn't meant those words to be hurtful, Natasha and Laura both winced, nonetheless.
Even if Clarke hadn't meant to hurt them, they knew they deserved that comment.
"We wanted to give you some privacy in the bathroom, at least," Natasha said, "We know we haven't been respecting much of anything, but we wanted at the most for you to have some privacy while in the bathroom."
Clarke nodded. "Alright," she said, "You two can join me in the shower. But I know that you guys tend to give me a few days after fucking me. So, after we're done in the shower, no one touches me for a few hours. I'm not looking to take another shower until tomorrow."
"Alright," Laura chuckled, and Natasha smirked.
"Help me get up," Clarke mumbled and Natasha and Laura moved forward, doing as she ordered, gently picking her up off of the bed, and helping her to the bathroom.
Clarke said quietly, as Natasha held her close and Laura started up the shower, "Anything you do for me? It doesn't make up for the things you've done-keeping me here, killing Abby or forcing yourselves on me."
Natasha leaned her head against Clarke's left shoulder and nodded, sighing, "We know."
Laura glanced at Clarke nodded to.
Clarke added, knowing that even though she had accepted that she wanted a relationship with these people, that she needed to make this clear to them, "And just because I've decided to try having a relationship with all of you, doesn't mean that what any of you have done is okay. And the things you've been through, doesn't excuse the things you've done, either."
Natasha nodded against Clarke again and Laura also nodded again, looking somber.
They both knew both of those things very well, too.
Author's note
You may have noticed that I didn't mention Jessie or Nathaniel, when talking about Laura and Clint's kids. That's because Jessie and Nathaniel haven't been born yet.
