Warnings as usual, for sexual assault, trauma and child abandonment.
The foreboding words on your arm
Chapter 14
Mommies' turns
As Clarke learned over the next few days, her suspicions were correct. Her pleasure mattered a great deal to her mates.
After Laura and Natasha had their way with Clarke continually in the shower, they guided her to the bed, keeping her wrapped in towels. After they had made sure Clarke had some more water and some more food, they had dressed and left. Clarke had gotten dressed again.
The next few days, she had dealt with her period cramps and with her withdrawal. Her mates aided her, soothing her pain, stimulating her with their hands, fingers, thighs, mouths, tongues and cocks, both real and fake.
And yes, a great deal of the time, stimulating her against her will.
But as she had learned, when catching the looks on her mates' faces, that her pleasure brought them pleasure.
When Frank had pinned her down to the bed, spread her ass cheeks and had leaned his head down and had pushed his tongue into her asshole, licking, his tongue thrust and thrashed around inside Clarke's asshole, squeezing her ass cheeks as he did, Clarke heard herself moan, grinding against the mattress, feeling herself getting increasingly wet. And soon after she moaned, she heard another sound.
She heard Frank's moans.
She looked back over at Frank, watching Frank's eyes close, seeing the absolutely content expression there.
He only was pleased that he was pleasing her. It was a shock for Clarke, but that shock was distracted, when she felt a hand slide under her and begin to grind its palm against her clit, and Clarke cried out, aware that the hand beginning to grind against her clit, belonged to Maria.
Those days went on. Her withdrawal symptoms went away, as did her period, eventually, thankfully.
Then came the bombshell.
One day, while she had been held on Brunnhilde's lap, Brunnhilde's left hand stroking through Clarke's blond hair, Brunnhilde holding Clarke against her tightly, not touching her sexually, as she had already fucked the hell out of Clarke, but honestly only wanted to hold Clarke, and it was then that Laura had told Clarke something.
She had said, "Clarke, we know that you….have issues. With your mother."
Clarke nodded, tensing, when she heard that.
"Yeah," she mumbled tiredly against Brunnhilde, "Of course I do. She abandoned me."
Laura nodded as she said, "Well, then may I make a suggestion? Since you've decided to try having a relationship with all of us, we were hoping we could suggest this with you. Your mates, Simone, Wanda, Pepper, Jessica, Elektra, Sylvie, Hela and Melina, they've been wanting to offer you something for some time now. And we weren't sure how to address the issue with you."
Clarke turned her head slightly to Laura, blinking, as Brunnhilde still stroked her hair.
Laura took a breath, then continued, "You've noticed how many of us want you to call us "daddy," and how I want you to call me, "mistress," and Clint wants you to call him, "master?" Well, this is different. That and the term, "daddy," isn't what Elektra, Wanda, Hela, Simone, Melina, Jessica, Pepper and Sylvie want you to call them. They want you to call them…something else."
Laura watched as the comprehension dawned on Clarke's face and Clarke leaned back against Brunnhilde, appearing startled.
Clearly talking about the whole "mother thing," and discussing what Sylvie, Simone, Hela, Pepper, Wanda, Jessica, Elektra and Melina wanted to be called? Caused Clarke to be drawn to the conclusion of what this was about.
Laura watched Clarke's expression well.
She watched as fear entered Clarke's face. And watched as a cross between desire, need and nervousness crossed her face.
Laura nodded, not surprised by this.
Clarke wanted what Laura was suggesting, but of course, feared it, given her experiences.
Brunnhilde held Clarke tightly, making sure the younger woman couldn't move off of her lap.
Laura smiled at Clarke. "I'm sure this is troubling for you," she said, "But if we're going to have a relationship with you? We'd like to address this issue. What your mother did to you. And try to help you feel more secure."
Clarke tensed.
Laura added, "We know why you avoid sleeping with any older women."
Clarke shivered. Her never having sex with older women, didn't have anything to do with judging older women. No, it was the feelings that it would cause.
It was why, when Laura and Natasha and the other women here had had their way with Clarke, it had brought certain feelings she wished she could ignore.
And now, there were eight women who Laura said, eight of Clarke's mates, who wanted Clarke to call them…
Clarke sucked in a sharp breath at the thought.
She didn't know if she could deal with this. She didn't doubt that she wouldn't have a choice about whether or not she was to be pinned to the bed and have the hell fucked out of her by these eight women. But she also didn't doubt that she would have to hear them refer to themselves as "mommy."
And she wasn't sure she would be able to mentally handle that.
Seeing the feelings on Clarke's face, Laura smiled sadly, "It's alright, I know. Hela, Elektra, Wanda, Simone, Sylvie, Jessica, Pepper and Melina, they won't hurt you. They won't abandon you. Let them take care of you."
Again, Clarke knew that she didn't have a choice in this. But she knew that the reason that Laura said this to her, was because she didn't want Clarke to be scared.
But that alone was asking a lot.
Clarke knew that her mates knew all about all of her issues. She wasn't going to try to press to know just how long they had been following her, so as to find out what secrets she kept.
She figured that they had to have followed her for quite a while now.
But the matter at hand? Her issues and Laura and the rest of Clarke's mates wanting her to address those issues.
How could Laura expect Clarke to do that? To not fall to pieces while confronting the empty black hole that Abby Griffin had created inside of Clarke after abandoning her daughter? That was expecting too much.
Clarke's disturbed state of mind must have been obvious, all over her face, because Laura appeared guilty soon after.
Laura said, "This will help. I'm sure of it. Do you just want to ignore what was done to you, for the rest of your life?"
Clarke paused and said, "That actually sounds pretty tempting."
Brunnhilde chuckled behind Clarke, the sound, resounding against Clarke, making the blond shiver again.
Laura sighed, "I know that revisiting these issues will probably take a toll on you. But there's a part of you not being fulfilled by not facing this."
Clarke tried to think of something, but Laura dropped the other shoe, "And as you know," the brunette glanced at Clarke with a nearly sad look, "We will never allow you to be anything but pleased and comforted. So, this really isn't up to you. But I just thought you should be warned."
Clarke tensed again. She should have seen that coming. Of course, she didn't have a choice.
Had she ever really thought she'd get one?
Clarke shook her head as she regarded Laura. She said nothing, but there were a dozen curses practically crying out in the back of her brain.
A few more days passed and Clarke almost forgot about what Laura had suggested. That was, till the doors to her prison opened up, and all three Wanda, Sylvie and Jessica, walked through.
And like the other groups of people that came into this prison to have their way with Clarke, there was a bag with them, that Jessica was carrying.
Clarke got up from where she had been sitting and reading, and backed away from the three older women.
Seeing this, as the doors closed behind her, Wanda's face softened and appeared sad, as she said, "There's nothing to be frightened of Clarke. You know we won't do anything to hurt you."
Clarke would have laughed at that, considering Wanda was claiming that she and the other two would never do anything to hurt her, but all of her mates had spent the past weeks forcing themselves on her sexually.
But she didn't bark out a laugh. She just remained there, tense, feeling the shadows of what had happened to her, creeping up on her.
"We don't need to reason with her," Sylvie stated as fact, looking at Wanda, who wasn't facing her, "She'll never want us to let her go, when we get started."
Clarke swallowed hard. What Sylvie said? That was what she was afraid of.
Wanda just nodded and Jessica put the bag down, opening it up and pulling out ropes.
Clarke tried to back away, but Sylvie moved quickly. She stepped forward and reached out, grabbing Clarke by her left wrist and around the right side of Clarke's waist.
Sylvie roughly pulled Clarke to her, pressing Clarke against herself and she leaned her head down, mouth biting down against the right side of Clarke's neck, gently.
Clarke cried out, shaking against Sylvie.
Wanda walked around Clarke and Sylvie and pressed herself to Clarke's back, her breasts right against Clarke's back, pressing her lips to the back of Clarke's head and stroked the blond's hair.
Wanda and Sylvie guided Clarke to her bed. Jessica had strung some of the ropes along the headboard of the bed and tied one end of the ropes to that headboard.
When Sylvie and Wanda pushed Clarke down to the bed, they grabbed Clarke's arms and held them up, allowing Jessica to bind Clarke's wrists.
Clarke struggled between the women, whimpering out, "No," which they didn't listen to.
Clarke noticed that they weren't laying her down on her back, they were tying her more against the wall and sitting her up, making sure her back was against soft, comfortable material, while they sat her upwards. Her legs were being tied to the bed as she was seated there.
"It's alright, love," Sylvie whispered to Clarke, when Clarke's wrists were properly bound to the headboard, "Your mommies are right here. We'll take care of you."
When Clarke heard what Sylvie said, naturally, hearing the word, "mommies," she felt heat fill her stomach, and heard a small moan leave her mouth.
She didn't doubt that all three Sylvie, Wanda and Jessica heard the sound she made.
She heard them chuckle.
Jessica said, as they began undressing her, "You don't need to worry, Clarke, your mommies are gonna take care of things."
Clarke gasped, feeling heat run to between her legs, as she whined, and knew that the noises she was making unfortunately, was more out of desire, than out of anything else.
Hearing the term, "mommies," under these circumstances? Was not good for her restraint.
When her clothes were off, Jessica reached her right hand down, gently just brushing her thumb against Clarke's clit, causing Clarke to gasp and buck her hips just a little.
Jessica snickered, clearly pleased by this.
"Already excited and ready for your mommies, huh?" She asked, "Don't worry, we'll give you what you want, baby girl."
Clarke panted, feeling herself lose control. She knew she should struggle more, but she could practically feel that ache that had been caused by her mother years and years ago. Every bit of that ache practically screamed, "Yes! Yes!"
Her want must have been apparent on her face, because Wanda smiled softly and began to undo her shirt.
Clarke's eyes widened when she saw this. Wanda's shirt was black, but when she opened up her shirt, there was a cotton, light blue bra she had on, which had dark stains at the nipples and Clarke swallowed.
It couldn't be…was Wanda?
At Clarke's hungry and shocked look, Wanda chuckled, reaching behind herself and undoing her bra, "I took a few pills before we took you from your apartment building. I'm lactating. I made sure of that. I have milk for you, my love. Your mommy can feed you now."
Clarke's eyes widened and again, she felt that traitorous warmth in her stomach and groin.
She could feel her need.
Every bit of her was screaming for Wanda's nipple in her mouth, so that she could suck the milk out, so that she could rest her head against Wanda's chest, listen to her heartbeat-Clarke tried to shake those thoughts from her head.
She shouldn't-couldn't think about this. Shouldn't want this.
Seeing the conflict on Clarke's face, Sylvie said softly, "Clarke, there's nothing to be ashamed of. What you want isn't wrong. And this is not your fault. None of this is your fault. We're going to give you the love that you have been denied for years. And you can blame all of us entirely for what is happening, because it is our fault."
"It's alright, my love," Wanda crooned, as she stepped forward, her bra off of her body now, her breasts bare and milk beginning to leak out of the bud of her nipples, "Just let your mommy give you some milk."
Clarke knew that she could have resisted more, could have kept her mouth closed and made it difficult for Wanda, Jessica and Sylvie to pry her mouth open. But she didn't. She just felt that overwhelming need for this type of affection, and the heat inside her was becoming nearly painful and she felt herself open her mouth, receiving Wanda's left nipple into her mouth and she began to suck, tears beginning to trickle down her face and she knew, at the painful need she felt, that these were tears of joy and release and need. Not tears of pain or humiliation or fear.
Clarke had no memories of when she had been a baby-who did? So, she had no visual memory of having been breastfed by Abby, but Abby claimed that she had breastfed Clarke. Clarke wouldn't judge a mother who didn't breastfeed. Judging a mother as soon as you could over not doing the perfect thing for the child they were looking after, was just one of those things where the person was all but saying out loud, "how misogynistic can I be without saying out loud that I hate women or without saying out loud that I think that women are inferior to men?"
Society was very quick to blame the mother whenever there was abuse or whenever the child was neglected. Clarke knew this. So, she had tried to keep her blaming of Abby for how Clarke's life turned out, to a minimum.
But it didn't change that even if Abby had breastfed Clarke, Abby had done everything in her power to neglect Clarke. To make Clarke feel unloved.
You could breastfeed a child all you wanted, but the important thing was how you raised the child you had with you.
In some ways, Clarke suspected it would have been more merciful if Abby had aborted Clarke. It was a frightening thing to think, and Clarke didn't doubt that her mates would blow a fuse if she ever said that out loud, but it was true.
Clarke would never begrudge anyone who had an abortion. People that blamed people that did that, were hypocrites. Some who needed them, either were in danger of dying or would be in such a dire position financially, that they wouldn't be able to have a life after carrying to full term. Which would mean that any life they had, would revolve only around the lifeform that they were forced to carry, and have no life of their own.
So, Clarke never would begrudge anyone who decided to have an abortion.
And she sometimes had wished that Abby had aborted her-had gotten rid of her, before she was born, so that she would never know the pain of being unloved and unwanted.
A pain that Clarke had become familiar with for more than fourteen years, even before Abby had abandoned her.
But when Wanda gently pressed her nipple into Clarke's mouth, her milk sliding down Clarke's throat, and she felt Wanda pull her body against the older woman, Wanda's right hand pressing against the back of Clarke's head, allowing Clarke to press her face against the older woman's chest, Clarke almost sobbed against the older woman's bosom.
Love. Tenderness. Acceptance. Everything that Clarke had been deprived of. For years.
And Wanda was offering it freely completely.
"That's right, baby girl," Wanda cooed, "That's right. Just let your mommies take care of you."
Clarke closed her eyes, resting her head against Wanda's chest, drinking the milk so happily given to her as Wanda cradled her close.
Clarke felt hands begin to slide along her thighs and chest. No surprise there.
Still, Clarke moaned more against Wanda, when she felt hands come up to her chest and cup her breasts, squeezing them gently and she almost gasped, drinking in some more of Wanda's milk, when she felt that hand that had been going up along her right inner thigh, begin to slide up further and felt one, then two and at last, three of the fingers of that hand, slip into her cunt, gently stroking back and forth.
This brought a moan from Clarke as she rocked her hips into those fingers. Her eyes barely opened enough for her to see Jessica to her right, Jessica's hand currently very busy fingering Clarke, as the dark-haired woman had a filthy grin on her face, watching Clarke's face hungrily.
"How wet is she, Jones?" Sylvie asked Jessica, laughing, the sound seeming as filthy as Jessica's grin.
"She's fucking soaked," Jessica snorted, that grin still on her face, and she spread her fingers, stroking them along Clarke's inner walls, making Clarke cry out against Wanda's breast, her eyes rolling up into her head, "I guess all Wanda or Melina had to do was break out their breasts and let Clarke suck on them and Clarke would have come with us willingly. Such a slut for her mommies."
Clarke moaned at the words, bucking her hips harder into Jessica's fingers as she could feel herself getting even wetter.
Jessica chuckled, "Like that, huh, babe? Like being your mommies' little slut?"
Clarke couldn't help it, she nodded and bucked her hips again, her moans muffled by Wanda's breast.
She heard all three women in the room chuckling lewdly.
"Such a good girl," Sylvie purred against Clarke's ear, as she squeezed Clarke's breasts softly, kneading them, as well.
Wanda purred, as Jessica thrust up into Clarke over and over, up to Jessica's knuckles, "Just wait till we bring out the strap-ons. You're going to be riding your mommies all day."
Clarke whimpered as she lost control and rocked her hips over and over against Jessica's fingers, until she gasped, feeling herself give way, as she clenched around the older woman's fingers, coming all over the dark-haired woman's fingers.
Jessica chuckled, "It feels good, doesn't it? Being your mommies' little whore?"
Clarke nodded, whimpering quietly into Wanda's breast.
"Hmm," Jessica snorted, "I think I wanna hear you moan louder," she thrust her fingers in harder and stroked Clarke's clit with her thumb even more.
Clarke's scream was muffled by Wanda's breast as she bucked her hips into Jessica's hand, eyes clenching shut as she could feel herself clench around Jessica's digits.
"Oh, there she goes," Jessica laughed, grinning as the other woman rode her.
Clarke's moans began to quiet down as her cum leaked out over Jessica's fingers and the dark-haired woman pulled her fingers out of Clarke, licking at her fingers, grinning.
"I think it's time we start out with the toys," Sylvie said, moving to the bag that she, Jessica and Wanda had brought in.
She kneeled down, unzipped the bag, pulled out a strap-on and handed it to Wanda, who chuckled, taking it.
She pushed down her pants, careful to make sure that Clarke didn't stop sucking at her breast, as she did.
Clarke's eyes watched this and she shivered.
Jessica was still holding her, and now that her other hand was free, she was holding Clarke captive with it.
Wanda pulled the strap-on onto herself, clicking the buckles and Sylvie pulled out a tub of lube, opening it and pulled out big wads of the stuff.
Sylvie then went to Wanda and began to stroke her fingers all along the length of the strap, lubing the dark red toy up.
Clarke whimpered around Wanda's nipple at the sight. For some reason, Sylvie stroking her hands all over Wanda's strap, while applying lube to it, was hot and got her excited again quickly.
Jessica chuckled against Clarke's right ear, her breath hot as she said, "Getting turned on again, already, baby? Don't worry. You're going to be riding your mommies for a while."
Clarke moaned again eyes going over the now lubed up strap. It had bumps all over it.
She had noted how many of the straps that had been used on her, had bumps on it. Of course, they knew she liked that.
They knew she liked feeling everything.
When Wanda's strap was completely lubed up, Sylvie backed up, allowing Wanda room to thrust her cock up into Clarke.
Jessica held onto Clarke firmly-even if Clarke's arms were already tied up, and Wanda grabbed Clarke's hips, pulling the young woman onto her cock, the strap pushing up into Clarke's cunt easily enough and Wanda aimed her hips and thrust up hard.
Clarke's muffled scream came again, and her body shook with each of Wanda's thrusts, riding on Wanda's lap now.
"There we go, Wanda practically laughed, as her arms snaked up and she wrapped her arms around Clarke's back, as Jessica moved away, hugging Clarke to her as Clarke rode her, Clarke's mouth still wrapped around Wanda's nipple and sucking desperately, "Just ride mommy's cock, and you'll feel better."
Clarke moaned, shaking, as she rode along Wanda's strap, feeling the bumps stroking her vaginal walls, she closed her eyes as the feelings intensified with each thrust.
She kept Clarke to her, hugging the blond close as she thrust her hips up, pounding the strap into Clarke's cunt, slowing down occasionally, so that she could drag the strap in and out, make Clarke feel the bumps of the strap stroke against Clarke's vaginal walls even more, and Wanda focused on not coming yet, wanting to come with Clarke, and when she felt Clarke begin to speed up her thrusts, she knew she could go faster.
She smiled lovingly, right hand going to the back of Clarke's head and stroking the young woman's hair as Clarke sucked on her breast, cooing, "Do you like it, sweet baby? Do you like having your mommy's cock hilt deep inside you?"
That clearly sent Clarke over the edge, because she gave a muffled groan, sucking Wanda's breast and rode Wanda's strap faster, shaking, giving muffled moans now, her vision being taken over by exploding fireworks.
Wanda then thrust harder, thrust up into Clarke, as if she was trying to break the young woman in her lap, and Clarke groaned brokenly as her eyes rolled up into her head and she clenched around the thick toy inside her.
Wanda gasped as she came too, only a few seconds after Clarke did, clenching around the end inside her as she rode out her climax and orgasm, Clarke writhed and twisted, her back arching, as she came, shaking.
As Wanda's moans quieted down, she held her mate close, whispering in husky breaths against Clarke's sweaty brow, "That's our good girl. Our good baby girl. So good for your mommies."
Clarke shivered in delight at the words, sagging against Wanda's breasts helplessly.
Wanda smirked. Clarke was resting for now. But they all knew that Clarke could go many more times. And she was going to.
As soon as Wanda got her breath back, Clarke was going to be bouncing on her mommy's cock again.
Wanda glanced at Jessica and Sylvie both, and had similar grins on their faces that Wanda had.
Clarke was going to be in for a long day, again.
They would get some water and chocolate for her, but in the meantime, Clarke was going to be bouncing up and down on Wanda's cock for quite a while, before Sylvie put on a strap and had Clarke do the same. And then it would be Jessica that would have Clarke bouncing up and down in her lap.
Wanda looked down at Clarke adoringly again, as Clarke drank the milk offered from Wanda's breast.
Knowing that Clarke was willing now to try to have a relationship with all of them, even after everything they had done, made Wanda's heart overwhelmed with warmth. She, Jessica and Sylvie, and the other five women who wanted Clarke to call them, "mommy," could heal Clarke. They all could, but they knew the particularly sharp pain that had been caused to Clarke by Abby Griffin. And Wanda, Sylvie, Jessica and the other five, could begin to heal that festering wound that had been done to the blond, caused by Abby.
Wanda gently kissed Clarke's forehead as she began to move her hips back and forth again, causing Clarke's gasps to begin again.
Wanda chuckled at Clarke's gasps, "Did you think we were going to be finished, little one?" She gripped Clarke's body and kept Clarke on her lap tightly, thrusting her hips back and then thrusting them forward, snapping the strap into Clarke again, "My love, you're going to be riding your mommies' cocks for several hours," the lewd tone in her voice, she knew, was causing Clarke to moan loudly, as well as the thrusts up into her and the thickness of the strap continuing to brush against Clarke's clit.
Clarke continued to drink Wanda's milk as Wanda held Clarke tightly, cooing the young woman captive in her arms, pumping the strap routinely into Clarke, grinning as she gasped, delighted at the muffled moans Clarke was making, and how Clarke was already beginning to bounce up and down on the strap, stimulated again now.
Wanda heard the desperate moans in Clarke's voice and saw how glazed over Clarke's blue eyes were.
Wanda was certain that Clarke could feel how much she was loved, how much Wanda, Sylvie and Jessica loved her-how much her mommies loved her.
Wanda smirked. She was going to have Clarke ride her, until Clarke was sobbing. Then it would be Sylvie's turn. Then it would be Jessica's turn.
Either way, they weren't going to be finished, until Clarke was unconscious.
Author's note
I'm sure everyone by now can tell I get a lot of ideas from reading SoaringHurricane's stuff.
