Warnings for sexual assault, kidnapping, captivity, planned murder, child abuse and drug abuse
Chapter 17
Acceptance
Clarke tried to ignore the guilt she felt when she saw the dark decisions in her mates' eyes. She knew that they had decided on what they were going to do to the people that had hurt her.
They were going to kill Bellamy, Octavia and the others.
And some part of her rejoiced at it.
It was horrific. But it was going to happen and she was glad for it.
Clarke watched her mates as they quietly communicated. She could tell what they were planning. It was plain enough.
And Clarke forced herself not to smirk.
"We'll deal with them, soon enough," Wanda assured her, "We'll work on it. In the meantime? Would you like us to bring you your reptiles?"
Clarke almost laughed. She had actually forgotten about that. "Do you have them here now?" She asked, curious, and quickly closed up the files with the photos inside, putting them on a small table next to where she and Wanda sat, not wanting to look at Bellamy's face in the photo anymore.
Looking at that face made her want to puke.
"No," Wanda said, "But we're ready to, if you'd like."
Clarke nodded. A thought had crossed her mind during the days in between when she had been fucked by her mates. She knew that California was rampant with released exotic pets. People that got exotic animals and assumed that they would be easy to take care of, not realizing just how much work exotic animals were, and tossing them out into the wild, and thereby not just put the animals in danger by releasing them in an unfamiliar environment, and not knowing how to take care of themselves in the wild the way animals that had grown up in the wild, did, but also endangered the environment by putting animals that didn't belong there in the wild.
Yes, it was something that Clarke got quite judgmental about, at times.
Either way? It endangered animals, the environment and eventually, people-because hello, global warming.
She asked, glancing at Wanda, then at the others, "So, you have the animals in mind are going to bring them now?"
"Soon, yes," Wanda said.
Clarke nodded. "Alright," she said, "But I have an idea. There are exotic animals that are let out into California all the time. Animals that don't belong here. They'll affect the environment. So, can we go get them?"
Clarke watched her mates who were in the room with her; observed Wanda, Jessica, Sylvie, Thor, Pietro, Rhodey and Danny's faces.
And she could see the troubled expressions there.
Her eyes widened. Oh, they thought she was going to try to run.
"Hey," Clarke said quickly, trying to reassure all of them, "I'm not going to try to run or anything when we're outside, okay? I want a relationship with all of you. So, I'm not going to try to make a run for it when we're outside, okay? I won't."
Jessica took a breath and said, "See, Clarke, the thing is? You're not going after crack anymore, but…"
Clarke winced, but nodded. She understood. She felt mildly insulted. But she understood.
Addiction wasn't something you could just magically kick in one day. She had recovered from her withdrawal the other day. But she was still an addict. She knew herself well enough to know that in a few days? She'd be hoping that her mates would bring her some cocaine themselves. Which she didn't doubt for a second that they wouldn't.
They weren't going to try to make her addiction worse.
And when she was out of her room? There was no guarantee that she wouldn't try to find cocaine out there.
"I'm not gonna try to run away to get cocaine, alright?" She said, trying not to sound aggravated, "You can watch me the whole time while I'm outside, make sure I don't try to get too far away from you."
Clarke could see the uncertainty on the faces of all her present mates and Clarke sighed, deciding to use a different tactic.
She was already on Wanda's lap, so she cuddled closer to the older woman, speaking softly and sweetly to her, knowing that Jessica and Sylvie could also hear her because of their close proximity to her and Wanda.
She said to Wanda, "Please…mommy, let me go outside, I won't leave you, promise. Do you think I'd ever want to leave you, mommy?"
Clarke pressed her face between Wanda's breasts, feeling her own desire build and she had to use every bit of restraint she had not to try to suck on Wanda's breasts again, wanting her mommy's milk in her mouth again.
But Clarke knew that she had succeeded when she heard Wanda's sharp intake of breath and heard Jessica quietly groan, "Oh, fuck."
Clarke vaguely wondered how hard Wanda, Jessica and Sylvie wanted to fuck her right now, but decided it was better right now not to ask that question.
She was guessing all of her mates always wanted to fuck her hard, at least that was what she had understood about them during her time with them.
Wanda pushed the next words out and they sounded husky, "Alright. But…we're not letting you get far from us, understand?"
Clarke nodded against Wanda's breasts, unsurprised by that revelation.
"I know," she said.
And she didn't doubt why either. If she told them that she wanted nothing to do with them anymore, after what they did to her? She knew they'd obey her.
But only after she no longer craved cocaine. While she still was a crack addict? They were going to make sure she couldn't get anywhere away from them and was nowhere near cocaine of any sort.
She was still an addict, and they knew that.
Which meant that they'd make sure she couldn't get away from them to pursue that cocaine.
She understood and wasn't upset. She felt a bit insulted in their lack of faith in her restraint, but as she had learned over time in the outside world, going after cocaine and booze, she'd never been all that good at avoiding temptations.
"When do we start?" She asked.
"Soon," Sam promised, and she heard how husky his voice was, "In a few hours. Whenever you're ready."
Clarke nodded.
But she wasn't sure she wanted to go now.
She maneuvered herself so that she wasn't just on Wanda's lap, she was straddling the older woman, and ground her cunt against Wanda's right thigh.
She heard Wanda gasp.
"Naughty little girl," Sylvie chuckled wickedly.
Wanda's arms moved quickly. Her left arm went around Clarke's middle, her right hand going to Clarke's pants, pushing her hand into them and going under Clarke's underwear, fingers just ready to enter the younger woman on her lap.
Clarke whined as she felt Wanda's fingers begin to probe at her vaginal entrance, her mouth inevitably finding its way to Wanda's right nipple, sucking on it, even if Wanda had a shirt on.
Clarke heard footsteps walking closer, but almost jumped, when she heard Sylvie spit out, "She's ours right now, Rhodes, Odinson, Rand. You and Wanda's twin, get out of here. You three can have her later."
Clarke shivered at Sylvie's wording. How Sylvie worded it, as if Clarke was a sex toy that they each got the chance to use and pass around.
Clarke knew she shouldn't have been so turned on at that thought. But she was.
She heard Pietro scoff, "Fine. But don't use her up. We want our time with her too."
Clarke again shivered. They needed to stop saying things that were so messed up, and yet so prone to excite her so much.
Wanda chuckled, as the four men in the room walked away, leaving Clarke alone with her three mommies.
Wanda's fingers, one after another, slipped into Clarke's cunt, slowly, pushing inside. Clarke whimpered around Wanda's nipple, as she felt not one or two but four fingers begin to pump in and out of her cunt.
She then gave a muffled scream, when she felt Wanda's thumb stroke against her clit.
She heard three chuckles around her and felt a hand reach to the back of her pants and push them down. She then heard Sylvie say, "Better lube these two fingers up." That was the only warning Clarke had, when she heard a popping noise, and she knew that Sylvie had to have put two of her fingers into her mouth, then popped them out and Clarke whimpered again, against Wanda's breast, when both those fingers pushed into her asshole, thrusting in and out slowly, spreading around inside of her.
Clarke shook between Wanda and Sylvie's hand, having Sylvie's fingers in her asshole and Wanda's nearly entire hand inside her cunt.
Wanda gave a particularly vicious thrust of her fingers and spread them out, and kept stroking Clarke's clit at the same time, sending Clarke over the edge and Clarke screamed, eyes squeezing shut as she clenched around both Wanda's fingers and Sylvie's fingers.
"Fuck," Sylvie groaned, "She feels like a vice around my fingers. I want to fuck her with the strap again."
"You're not the only one," Jessica chuckled lewdly.
Wanda all but purred by Clarke's ear as Clarke began to come down from her newest orgasm, "Would you like that, love? Would you like us to fuck you again with our strap-ons? Would you like your mommies to fuck your pussy with our cocks?"
Clarke groaned, feeling her pussy clench somehow harder around Wanda's fingers at those almost threatening yet stimulating words.
Before she could help herself, she nodded pitifully.
She heard some more chortles, but Wanda said, "I think we need to hear words, little girl. Do you want your mommies to fuck you with their cocks or not?"
While Clarke understood that her consent was at best, plastic in this situation, since she didn't doubt for a second that even if she said "no," they wouldn't listen to her and fuck her with said strap-ons, anyway, she still felt the words come out.
"Yes, mommy," Clarke moaned out helplessly, pulling her mouth from Wanda's breast, "I want you to fuck me with your cocks. I want you and mommy Jessica to fuck me in the cunt with your straps and mommy Sylvie to fuck me in the ass."
Wanda, Jessica and Sylvie all groaned.
"Fuck," Jessica groaned out.
"What a mouth you have on you," Sylvie chuckled, giving a hard thrust of her fingers into Clarke's asshole, making Clarke cry out.
Jessica said, and Clarke could practically sense the grin on the dark-haired woman's face, "I'll go get the straps. Can't wait to fill her up."
Clarke shivered and heard Jessica walk out of the room.
She winced as she felt Sylvie pull her fingers out of her asshole.
She heard Sylvie get up and go to the sink, most likely to wash her fingers off.
When the water ran from the sink, Clarke heard Wanda speak softly to her, "How do you feel, my love?"
Clarke gave a small, weak laugh. "Aroused," she said, "And…confused, I guess."
"Confused?" Wanda asked softly, kissing Clarke's forehead, "Why's that?"
Clarke shook her head, leaning forward and pressing her head against Wanda's breasts again, as Wanda pulled her hand out of Clarke's cunt, making the younger woman gasp.
Clarke took a breath, then explained as best as she could, "You and the others….you've kidnapped me. Kept me here. Have raped me repeatedly. But I know you'd literally do anything for me. I don't…I don't know what to do with that."
Clarke felt Wanda pause and for a moment, she thought that Wanda would take this as a rejection, but Wanda then said, "We've told you the truth, Clarke. We know that what we've done is inexcusable and we are entirely at fault, not you. And if you decide that you don't want anything to do with us, after we've gotten you to be no longer addicted to cocaine? We'll accept that and we'll leave. If that's what you want."
Clarke snorted, as the water at the sink where Sylvie was washing her hands, was switched off.
"That's the thing," Clarke grumbled, "I don't think that is what I want. I want to be with all of you, as fucked up as that is. But of course, that means that there's something wrong with me. How can I want to be with the people that repeatedly have sexually assaulted me?"
"Clarke," Wanda said, and this time, her voice sounded firmer and more commanding, as she reached up and cupped Clarke's head between her hands and forced Clarke to look up at her and Clarke's sky-blue eyes met Wanda's green eyes.
Wanda said, voice harder again, "Don't ever talk about yourself in that way, ever again. You are not fucked up, understand? There's nothing wrong with you. The fault is entirely ours, not yours. The twenty-seven of us are the ones to blame for all of this, not you. Sexual assault is never the victim's fault."
Clarke nodded, feeling Wanda open up her hold on her.
Clarke said, "I know that. I know, okay? But…..I don't know what to do with the fact that I want all of you to still be in my life, even after all you've done to me."
She heard Sylvie walk back over and watched as Sylvie sat down next to Clarke and Wanda.
"Do you want us to leave you, after you've recovered?" Sylvie asked, eyebrows raised, clearly putting the option out there.
Clarke shook her head. "That's the thing," she confessed, "No, I don't."
Her eyes had dropped to Wanda's lap, but she could almost visualize the smiles on both older woman's faces at her confession.
She heard footsteps entering the room and she knew that Jessica had returned, most likely with a few strap-ons.
"So," Jessica's voice said, "Brought a lot of lube too. Now, should we have her ride us or stand her up?"
"Trust me, follow my lead," Wanda said, moving back grabbing Clarke by her waist and leading Clarke further along the couch, and Sylvie and Jessica sat down on the couch behind Clarke, beginning to undress.
The couch was one of those gargantuan pieces of furniture, where it took up almost the entire wall, and had enough room to sit down that it essentially counted as a small island made of fabric.
Which of course, meant that there was enough room for all four Wanda, Clarke, Jessica and Sylvie to sit on it.
"What's it going to be in the outside world, when you eventually let me go about my normal life?" Clarke asked, unable to help but wonder, thinking about how it would be, having a relationship with all of her mates, in the outside world where her life wouldn't be so controlled.
"It will be however you want it to be, darling," Sylvie said, and Clarke heard a buckling sound, which told her that Sylvie had put her strap-on onto her.
Sylvie continued, "You will do as you want to do. So long as you don't put yourself in danger in any way. We'll just be a part of your lives, as long as you'll have us. And we'll give you every sexual indulgence you could ever possibly dream up."
Clarke shuddered, feeling the heat between her legs again.
Sylvie didn't say the last words, but Clarke could hear them anyway. The last words being, "Whether you consent to that or not."
Wanda, Jessica and Sylvie had confessed that they and the rest of Clarke's mates, likely wouldn't stop sexually assaulting her, even after she was out of here and no longer was addicted to cocaine, and again, Clarke hadn't been repulsed. She even had been intrigued.
Wanda insisted that there was nothing wrong with Clarke.
But Clarke was certain that there had to be.
How else did you explain her reactions to Wanda and Sylvie and Jessica said about the fact that they and the rest of Clarke's mates would continue with their sexual assault of her, after it was no longer required to get her here to wane her off of cocaine?
She had to be really, really fucked up, if she wasn't horrified by her mates telling her something like that.
Still, considering the way Wanda reacted to what Clarke said, Clarke chose not to repeat that thought.
She heard another buckle being secured behind her and knew that Jessica had succeeded in putting her strap-on onto herself.
Wanda pushed Clarke up a bit, so that there was room for Wanda to move. Wanda then reached out and Jessica handed Wanda the strap on.
Clarke's greedy eyes followed the long, thick blue strap-on that Wanda had in her hands, that Wanda was now putting on, buckled up, placing the other end of the strap into her cunt, the tip of the long, thick shaft of the strap, right at Clarke's cunt. Clarke shivered and tried to slide her hips down, but she felt Wanda's hands at her hips, pushing her back.
Clarke looked at Wanda, startled.
"Mommy?" She asked quietly, unable to keep the vulnerability out of her voice.
Wanda groaned and Clarke was positive that the older woman was fighting the urge to thrust forward and bury the strap-on into Clarke's cunt.
Wanda said, her face and voice both soft, "Not yet, love. I need to lube the strap up. All of us do. We don't want to cause you any pain or discomfort."
Clarke tried not to laugh, hearing that.
Even if they were completely amoral, the one thing they couldn't bear, as far as she observed, was her pain or discomfort. They would never allow her to feel uncomfortable or be in pain in any manner.
She watched as the tub of lube was handed to Wanda and Wanda unscrewed the lid, and scooped out a lot of dollops, one after the other, lubing up the strap-on.
Wanda then handed the tub to Jessica, who did the same, then Jessica handed the tub to Sylvie, who also lubed up her strap.
When they were finished and Sylvie put the lid back onto the tub of lube and placed the tub onto the table, Jessica chuckled in that extremely dirty way she often did, "Okay, now your mommies can fuck your brains out, baby girl."
Clarke shivered, gulping.
Jessica positioned herself so that she was seated right next to Wanda, and aimed the tip of the strap-on she had on herself, up alongside Wanda's, the heads of both straps, right at Clarke's vaginal entrance.
Clarke gasped, when she felt Sylvie grab her ass cheeks and begin to part them.
She felt the head of Sylvie's fake cock right at her asshole and she forced herself to calm down.
She trusted these deranged people. No matter how fucked up they were, no matter how amoral they were, she understood by now that they'd do anything for her.
She would just calm down, let them please her.
It was them bringing the files on her and the other kids at the orphanage that more or less convinced her she had made the right decision by wanting to be with them after she was allowed to leave here permanently if she wanted.
There was so much she had to gain.
Including endless pleasure.
She knew she had to be pretty deranged herself, if she was accepting all of her mates, even after all they had done to her.
But that was her decision.
She gasped, when she felt not one but two straps slowly pushing up into her cunt, Wanda and Jessica both taking hold of her hips and sliding up into her, spreading her legs farther apart as Clarke groaned loudly, feeling the wonderful stretch.
But as she knew, that wasn't the end.
She felt Sylvie thrust forward slowly and she gasped, eyes clenching shut as she felt the length push fully into her asshole, and when all three Sylvie, Wanda and Jessica adjusted, it was then all three of them slowly pulled out, then thrust back in, pounding into her at a confident and smooth pace.
The sensations quickly stimulated her and stimulated her hard.
Clarke moaned, gasping, riding the two straps, feeling herself being stimulated doubly by the strap in her ass, and was unable to do anything, except let herself ride it out, and be ravaged by the pleasure again.
Back in one of the main rooms, Thor, Pietro, Rhodey and Danny arrived back with the rest of Clarke's mates.
"You dropped the files off with Clarke?" Tony asked, facing the four other men.
"Yep," Rhodey said, smirking, "Wanda, Sylvie and Jessica got a bit possessive of Clarke and are fucking her brains out in the living room closest to the back door."
Tony snorted, nodding.
"Can't say I blame them," Natasha said, snickering as she leaned back against the wall.
"We heard Clarke say something interesting before that," Danny said, "She talked about just how bad the people in the orphanage were to her. She said that Bellamy had his little fucked up gang beat on other kids when those kids didn't do what he said, and they said that some sexual assault was also involved."
The group growled and hissed, their eyes glowering in rage.
They knew that they were being hypocritical for being enraged about sexual assault, after all they had done to Clarke herself.
But they would give Clarke everything. And what was more? If Clarke wished them dead after all this? They would give her their lives.
And they also knew that regardless of that? That excused none of their actions and didn't make it okay.
There was the difference between them and Bellamy and his gang.
They normally would never ever commit sexual assault of any sort.
But practically feeling how sexually repressed Clarke was, how damaging to herself she was, they had been desperate to love her, desperate to provide her with the pleasure that she had denied herself for years.
That excused nothing. And it in no way was Clarke's fault.
They had done it because they had wanted to. It hadn't been out of maliciousness, just the opposite. But it didn't change that it had been their choice to do it, and it didn't change that they hadn't respected Clarke's right to say "no."
That was on them entirely, not Clarke. Even if they had done it to please Clarke and relieve her of the burden of choosing to do something like what they had been doing with her, it was inexcusable and it was on them, not on her.
And they knew that.
This piece of dogshit, Bellamy Blake?
He clearly gave no such thoughts to his actions. Everything he had done, from the sounds of it? Had been for himself, for selfish reasons. And he had treated his victims like trash and had enjoyed it.
The point was, the decision seemed to be a rather apparent one.
They would kill Bellamy Blake. Track down his gang and kill them too.
But before they killed Bellamy, they would kill his sister, Octavia in front of him.
"There's something else," Pietro said, looking at the rest of the group, "Clarke's made a request. About the animals. About the reptiles."
Curious, several of the others looked at Pietro.
Pietro explained, "We were telling her that the animals she requested would be grabbed and brought here, but then she asked if we could go outside and go hunt for the exotic reptiles that have been turned loose in the wild, because she doesn't like that exotics are left in an environment where they're not supposed to be put."
This caused the expected reaction.
Several of the others tensed.
"She knows that we can't let her get away, right?" Natasha said, "Not while she still is addicted to cocaine."
"She knows," Rhodey said, nodding, "She says that she won't run away. And that we can watch her."
"What do we think?" Pepper asked, looking to the others.
The group contemplated Clarke's request.
On one hand, they really didn't want to risk Clarke getting away. On the other hand? What were the chances she'd get away? Clarke, as far as they knew, had never been to Los Olivios. She most likely didn't know her way around this area. And they could easily recapture her before she got away.
What was more, they fully intended to give her whatever she wanted.
If this was what she wanted? Then how could they deny her it?
They all had that same thought.
But it was Carol who said, snickering, "If we did this? Clarke might be more likely to be in a relationship with us. I know she's already decided on that. But this might give her a quick reassurance that she chose right."
Sam, Tony, Frank, Brunnhilde, Luke, Clint and Laura all turned back to glare at Carol, who was still grinning.
What Carol was suggesting was manipulative. It was far from the worst thing they had done. But it was still pretty bad, since it was a form of manipulation.
Still…..a good portion of them couldn't deny Carol's logic.
Most likely, them taking Clarke outside and letting her look for the exotic reptiles outside to take them in, would get Clarke to think she'd made the right decision by deciding on them having a relationship with her.
"We'll have to keep a close eye on her, though," Tony said, when he was sure that all of them had made the same verdict.
"That goes without saying," Natasha said dryly, pulling herself off of the wall, "We'll have at least eight people with her."
Pepper nodded.
"Alright," she said, "Frank, Carol, Steve, Natasha, Brunnhilde, Barney, Sam and Thor, you go with her."
There were a series of nods from those that Pepper had mentioned.
There wasn't exactly a unanimously decided upon leader here.
They more or less decided on things together. It was a democratically made decision always.
When the choice had been made between all of them to snatch Clarke up, at first, they all had been conflicted, but they had seen how Clarke lived her life, and knew that they would need to move quickly.
So, they had together made their decision to take her from her apartment.
They had seen the words on their arms, which indicated how Clarke would react to them and it always had hurt to see those words.
They had lived with those words on their arms, since the day Clarke had been born. And while the words had repulsed them, fearing that they would do something unforgivable to their mate-which yes, they had done, they now understood the context.
And what was more, should Clarke demand their severed heads on a silver platter, they would give her that.
When they had learned of Clarke's lifestyle, they had discussed what to do, concerned with the way she lived her life, but also concerned of the possible mental damage they might do to her by the decision they'd been about to make.
But that night when Clarke almost didn't make it home, coked up out of her mind, and when they feared that she might not wake up the next morning? They had made their choice.
"So," Yelena said, "While Clarke and the other eight are out playing with snakes and lizards, the rest of us will look for the Blake siblings and the gang that helped them?"
"That's the plan," Tony said, swiveling around in his seat, "After Wanda, Jessica and Sylvie have fucked the hell out of Clarke, we should get both cars ready for what we're going to do.
Thor nodded to Pietro, "We can have our way with Clarke, after we've come back from our excursions. Clarke will need to shower after we come back, I'm sure. We likely all will. The four of us can have her then."
Pietro scoffed, but nodded.
Tony and Pepper both chuckled and Pietro's indignant response to Thor.
Danny said, gesturing to the back of the room, to the door, which led out to where the vehicles were, "Which cars should we get set up?"
"Well," Laura said, contemplating that, "We're going to need room for both things. Room to put the cages for the animals that are captured. And room for when we grab Bellamy, Octavia and the others and throw them into the vehicle, and make sure that no one sees them get grabbed and taken."
"So, the vans, then?" Steve asked.
"Yeah, the vans," Tony said, a snort in his voice as he added, "Adds to the whole 'sexual predator and serial killer vibe.'"
Several of the others chortled wryly.
Tony's comment could either be seen as dry humor or just very inappropriate. Considering the things that they did? Inappropriate was closer to the truth.
They were murderers; they had murdered people long before they had ever grabbed Abby Griffin and had killed her.
The first time they had ever committed sexual assault, however, had been with Clarke.
And that was something they were most certainly not proud of.
Again, while they knew that what they had done was unforgivable, it was strictly to please her. But both because it was sexual assault, and because it was their soulmate, they were far from proud of it.
Steve spoke up, "We'll take the blue van. The people going after Bellamy and his group, should take the official work van. It will look less suspicious."
There was another series of chuckles.
A van in general, was a suspicious thing to see. Anyone with so much as two braincells, would know that.
But an official looking van with advertising and a company logo, would look somewhat less conspicuous.
That perhaps sounded like a contradiction, since there would be a company logo and design on the van. But it wouldn't be a legitimate van, after all. So, should anyone see it and contact the company? There would be no van registered to that company.
Besides, they would change the license plates almost as soon as they got ahold of the Blake siblings and the gang that helped them.
Luke said, heading to the garage, Danny following him, "We'll get the vans ready. You guys should tell Clarke we're getting ready, when she, Wanda, Jess and Sylvie are done."
Steve nodded as Luke and Danny disappeared into the garage, grabbing two sets of the many keys hanging from the corkboard against the wall of the garage.
They'd wait about an hour.
They weren't dumb enough to think that Jessica, Wanda and Sylvie weren't going to take their time with Clarke, after all.
An hour went by. Steve and Thor went down to where Clarke, Wanda, Jessica and Sylvie were.
As they expected, Clarke was on her back, almost naked, shaking, cum slicking along Clarke's inner thighs, a glass of water on the table next to her, Wanda, Jessica and Sylvie all looking down at Clarke, hungrily, having moved away from her to let her get her wind back, but ready to pounce again, should Clarke so much as indicate she had some of her energy back.
Two of the straps that was used on Clarke, were slick with cum as well as lube.
"As much as I'd hate to interrupt this," Steve said, smirking, "We're getting the vans ready. Clarke. You'll probably need a few minutes to get ready. But when you're ready? We'll go out looking for the reptiles, okay?"
Steve said this, as he tried to ignore the tightening in his pants at the sight of Clarke like this.
"Okay," Clarke said, yawning, shaky right hand raising and giving a thumbs up.
She added, chuckling, "Is this turning you and Thor on, Rogers?" She glanced in Steve and Thor's direction and lowered her gaze to look at their crotches.
"What do you think?" Thor snorted, chuckling.
Clarke smirked, pushing herself up in a sitting position and grabbing the glass of water up off of the table and took a big, long sip of the water.
When she pulled the glass away, she looked at the two men in the room, then turned to the three older women next to her, all looking ready again to begin fucking her brains out anew, "I'll be ready to leave soon," she added, nodding to Wanda, Jessica and Sylvie, "Sorry to disappoint the three of you."
She added then, glancing to Thor and Steve, "Or the two of you."
Wanda chuckled, "There's nothing for you to apologize for. When you're ready, go ahead and join the others to look for the…..alien species in the wild."
Clarke chuckled at the way Wanda put it.
"Hardy-har-har," Clarke said, smirking, drinking some more water, then putting the glass down on the table.
Clarke yawned deeply then, forcing herself to her feet, her legs shaky, and all five Wanda, Jessica, Sylvie, Thor and Steve ready to go and help keep Clarke standing if she indicated at all that she was going to drop.
Clarke took a breath and said, "Alright. I'll get ready. Who's going with me?"
"Frank, Carol, Natasha, Brunnhilde, Barney, Sam, Thor and me," Steve said, "The eight of us."
Clarke nodded, looking somewhat tired, but after what Wanda, Jessica and Sylvie had done, who could blame her?
"Do you want to take a nap before you go out with us?" Steve asked cautiously.
Clarke shook her head. "I'll be fine," she assured them, "Just need to get myself cleaned up, grab some chocolate, get dressed then head out. But I'm definitely going to need a shower when I come back."
Steve, Thor, Wanda, Jessica and Sylvie all chuckled, as the three older women in the room began to unbuckle their straps.
"Alright," Steve said, "But if we see any indication that you're not able to stay awake? We're going to drive you right back here. We'll make sure you get some sleep, even if we have to drug you to do it."
Clarke snorted. She probably, like everything else, shouldn't have found humor in Steve's threat, but nodded.
As she walked somewhat in a wobbly fashion past Steve and Thor, she said, smirking, "Yes, daddy."
Clarke tried not to grin when she saw both Steve and Thor stiffen up, and she knew she didn't need to look at their crotches to see the bulges in their pants now.
She also heard the three sharp intakes of breath behind her.
Clarke chuckled as she went by them, going to the counter where Jessica had left some chocolate.
If she was going to be in a relationship with them, she was going to take full advantage of what they were willing to do for her, and how completely besotted they were with her.
