Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100

Warnings for child abuse, past sexual assault, arson, abduction and current gangrape.

Yep, it's official, I've run out of ideas and finally am writing a A/B/O fic.

The pack's shared mate

The cries and moans throughout the police station caused many of the alphas to purr happily.

The police precinct, which had consisted of mostly alphas, some omegas and a few betas, had been struck with a complication for many of the alphas.

A good portion of the alphas, had been looking for their mate for a long time.

For them? They thought they had separate mates. Every alpha had a soulmate. Sometimes it was another alpha-which was not unheard of, but rare. But often, it was an omega.

A large portion of the alphas in the precinct? Apparently, had the same soulmate, a young omega woman.

They found her, stranded along the side of a road, and her scent had called to them.

They had smelled the scent and realized the scent called to all of them. And they realized they all shared the same mate.

The young omega woman, Clarke Griffin, as they learned her name to be, had resisted them. She had resisted them fiercely. To the point where several of her alphas had been scratched across the face and bitten.

But it didn't matter.

Clarke was here now, in the station, and her mates were looking after her.

They had seen how horridly bedraggled she was when they had first seen and smelled her.

Her clothes had been ragged, her hair tangled and dirt on her and on her hair.

It was why one of the first things they did, after binding her up in ropes and carrying her to one of the police cruisers? Had been to take her to the police precinct, and bring her to the showers, forcing her into the closest shower and washing her severely.

It had taken them a lot not to grope her to the point that they stimulated her.

But they had cleaned her properly, even if she struggled the whole time. Now that she was completely washed? They could please her and make her moan for them.

They had decided that she was too young and unhealthy physically to try to breed her. She needed more time.

She needed to be more healthy.

Which was why they had injected themselves with the serums made to suppress an alpha's ability to reproduce, if only temporarily.

What was more? They understood that what they were going to do to their mate was going to be already unforgivable. They would not add to that and hurt Clarke more, by forcing her to carry their children.

They wished to have children with her. But they would not make her carry them.

But there was one thing they would make her do, besides forcing her to eat more and take care of herself.

After they had forced her to eat some food and drink a lot of water, they began doing as they wished with her.

It was why many of the other police officers who were not Clarke's soulmates, kept a look out, to make sure no one would walk in and see what they were doing with the omega.

Even if she was their mate, this still counted as sexual assault.

Clarke was in one of the cells in the station, gripping onto the sheets of the bed, shaking and whimpering around the gag in her mouth as she struggled against the handcuffs that were on her and the thin chain that was wound around one of the bars of the cell.

The knots were big and hard, every single one of them.

Clarke Griffin, according to her supposed mates, the "best smelling" omega in the entire world, writhed under the alphas that were having their way with her.

She grabbed onto the bedsheets under her, and gasped and moaned into the originally clean hand towel that had been used as her gag.

There were vibrators on her nipples, but her hands were bound to the bar of the cell at the head of her cot, and her hips were gripped and her cunt pounded in one way or another.

Steve had been the first.

His knot was so big-it had stretched her out as soon as it had inflated inside of her.

He had come in her. Then there had been Thor, who had just stayed in her for a near hour.

Then there was Sam. Then Pietro. Then Wanda. Then Maria. Then Tony. Then James-Rhodey. Then Carol. Then Loki. Then Sylvie. Then Bruce. Then Clint. Then Laura-who was Clint's other mate, but also an alpha. Then Jessica. Then Luke. Then Elektra. Then Brunnhilde. Then Hela. Then Natasha. Then Melina. Then Yelena. Then Danny. Then Frank. Then Peggy. Then Barney-Clint's brother, then Simone; Barney's wife; another soulmate of Barney's who was also an alpha, and then Pepper, who was Tony's other soulmate, and was also an alpha, had their way with Clarke. And then over and over again.

Her cunt was completely used as a toy by her alphas.

She knew that she was going to be used far, far more before the night was over.

She was gasping into the bed, on her stomach, her cunt more or less driven into hard and mercilessly.

Currently, the alpha that was inside her, was Yelena again.

Yelena held Clarke's hips tightly, and rammed into Clarke, her knot big inside of Clarke's cunt as Yelena groaned, out, "Such a tight girl for your daddy…"

Clarke's bound arms were out in front of her and her fingernails bit into the sheet under her.

She knew she was going to be her new mates' breeding bitch for more or less the rest of her life, even if she didn't want to be.

She hadn't wanted this, but she couldn't help the cries or the moans that were wrenched out of her, silenced by the gag, or the cum that poured out of her as she was pounded.

Flashback-two days ago:

Two days ago, Clarke had run, and hid under a large, dense cluster of bushes, glancing out, seeing several groups of people.

There were two packs of alphas that were after her.

A group of seventeen and a group of eleven in another group.

Twenty-eight altogether.

Men and women alike. They all were after her and all had made it clear that she would be their mate, even if she didn't want to be their mate.

So, she had run.

She knew it wouldn't do her much good. Because they were the police. What were her chances of getting away? Or staying safe? They could do what they wanted with her.

She looked out between the branches and leaves of the bushes, smelling their scents, trying to fight with her own instincts that demanded she go out of the bushes and go to her knees and let them do what they wanted with her.

She hated how good they smelled.

One of the more dominant women, Hela, purred, "I can smell her. You want her too, don't you?"

In the limited light from the various spotlights around the area, Clarke could see Hela looking at someone from the group of eleven, specifically, at Frank.

Frank nodded. "Yeah," he growled, voice husky, "You can smell it, can't you? She wants us. And she's our mate."

Clarke tried not to moan.

It was the truth. At least, the first part was.

She wanted them.

Her body did, anyway.

Every instinct and hormone inside her, was practically begging that she allow them to use her as their personal sex toy.

She could feel the heat in her belly and how wet she was between her legs.

And she hated it.

She hated knowing that she'd let them do whatever they wanted with her, to make this agonizing need go away.

"But the thing is," Sylvie said as she stepped just slightly sideways, in the direction of the bush that Clarke stayed beneath, "We know exactly where she is." Then Sylvie darted at the bush and Clarke gasped, trying to crawl away, in the opposite direction of the alphas and the bush.

But Sylvie and the other alphas moved faster.

They reached out underneath the bush and grabbed Clarke's ankles, dragging her out of the bush.

Clarke clawed at the soil of the ground, but to no avail. Her fingers dragged along in the dirt, as she was pulled out of the bush, a cry leaving her throat as she was pulled out into the open, and she felt her waist and wrists being grabbed and restrained and could feel herself being lifted off of the ground.

"There you are," Tony appraised, "Our wet toy."

Clarke struggled and whimpered and struggled and Pepper laughed in response.

"Don't deny you're already wet for us, sweetie," Pepper said, "We can smell it."

Clarke shook her head, unable to verbally deny that she was wet for the alphas, but struggling, nonetheless.

Unfortunately, she was given the option to do neither of these things, as a gag was suddenly placed in her mouth, clean smelling hand towel, pushed into her mouth and the ropes were tied all over her body.

As soon as her wrists were tied together, she felt her zipper being pulled down and felt fingers going into her panties and fingers entering her cunt, and she cried out into the gag, eyes wide, seeing the perverted face of a very excited Pietro, as three of his fingers probed Clarke's cunt.

"So tight," he moaned, his accent thicker than before as his lust showed, "You'll be so tight for all of us when we decide to pound your cunt." His grin widened as Clarke, against her will, pumped her hips into his hand and he said, "Better get ready to scream for daddy tonight."

Clarke tried not to hump Pietro's hand, but she couldn't help herself.

"Let's bring her to the car," Natasha said, and Clarke could practically hear the smirk in her voice, "We'll drive her to the precinct, clean her up and all have our fun with her."

Hearing Natasha's words, Clarke half hoped that they'd use her, then stop fucking her when they'd had their fun.

But she couldn't help the slight whimper of disappointment.

Maybe it was just her bad upbringing-her mother, Abby Griffin, an alpha, being disgusted at having an omega daughter, so much so, that she had her omega husband, Jake, who had not been Abby's true mate, killed, blaming him for producing a pup that was an omega.

Maybe it was because Clarke had never felt loved by her mother, and had been abandoned by her at a very young age, and misused by various other alphas.

A couple of alphas; Marcus Kane and Octavia Blake, had raped Clarke routinely when she was young.

They'd been happy to share her with others. Other rapists; Raven, Bellamy-Octavia's older brother, Murphy and others.

But Clarke had escaped before that could happen.

She found that same house where she'd been violated before, and had grabbed some cannisters of gasoline and had poured it all over the outside of the house, barricading the entrances and the windows before she did, then struck a match and tossed it onto the gasoline covered house.

Everyone inside; Octavia, Kane, Octavia's brother, Bellamy, Murphy, Raven and all the others, had burned to death.

And Clarke wouldn't deny that she had enjoyed the screams she had heard.

But now, here she was, years later, as an adult, being violated by a group of entirely different alphas.

She felt hands all over her, carrying her, dragging her to what she presumed, as a car.

She tried to struggle, but the hands held her fast.

She heard Jessica chuckle, "Oh, Clarke, you're not going to struggle long. Not when we can give you all the pleasure in the world."

Clarke cried out against the gag, when she felt Pietro's fingers curl up and felt his hand go in deeper, her cunt swallowing his fist now, as she was carried, his fist riding her.

She humped his fist, eyes clenching shut as she came.

She was restrained, tied up and placed in the backseat of a car, the doors closed around her.

She saw other figures getting into other cars and the car she was in, plus all the other cars, drove to whatever destination they were headed to.

There was a large, long and tall police station that the alphas brought Clarke to. They all got out, opened up the car doors, pulled Clarke out and carried her to the house, where she was to be gangraped.

Almost as soon as the door of the station closed, after they all entered the house, Clarke was dragged to the showers to be cleaned up.

After her clothes had been torn off, she'd been fully cleaned, then forced to eat food and drink water.

It wasn't long before she was brutally assaulted.

And it had been going on now for two days.

They'd fuck her, let her sleep some, then fuck her again when she woke up, gave her some food and water, then watched as she slept.

The next day it would continue on and on.

Present day:

Now? Now, Clarke could feel herself getting fucked wider and wider with Yelena's knot.

The hand towel which she had in her mouth, of course, was not the same one that had originally been jammed into her mouth to silence her cries.

Apparently, these officers had a bunch of small hand towels just lying around.

They kept them clean and were clearly happy for that, so that they could use them for this purpose on their omega.

The sheets and blankets on this cot? As Clarke had learned, were different from all the other sheets and blankets. Because she seriously doubted regular prisoners' blankets and sheets, were practically made of silk and soft cotton.

Clearly, her mates wanted her to feel comfortable as they violated her.

"Don't worry," Natasha said, leaning against the line of bars to the right of the cot where Clarke was being railed, "We'll take you somewhere more comfortable. You'll have a nicer place to live and be fucked in, than this station."

Moaned almost painfully, as she felt Yelena's knot staying inside her and stimulating her, and then she clenched her teeth harder against the hand towel in her mouth, when she felt herself clench around the knot, and then felt the knot deflate, Yelena practically roaring as she released inside of Clarke's cunt.

Yelena's belt full of police equipment onto a desk, her pants and underwear down around her ankles, as she fucked Clarke.

Each one of the officers who were Clarke's mates, had taken their belts off during when they were fucking Clarke and knotting her.

Natasha watched within the cell, hearing her sister, Yelena, grunt and moan as she came inside Clarke and listening to Clarke's wonderful, weak moans that were muffled by the gag in her mouth.

Natasha felt the bulge in her pants. She wanted Clarke again, and she didn't doubt that the rest of the alphas here who were Clarke's mates, were any different.

Seeing Yelena rail Clarke, was difficult for them, since they each promised each other to give each other time to have Clarke to themselves. It was Yelena's turn right now.

Frank was going to get his turn next. Then Natasha. Then Peggy.

Behind the bars outside of the cell's cage, Steve approached and leaned his head against the bar next to Natasha's head as he said, snickering, "Where should we take Clarke? Tony and Pepper's loft makes the most sense to me."

"Agreed," Natasha said, watching Clarke hungrily still and knew that Steve was watching the young omega the same way, "She deserves all the comfort in the world."

Steve said curiously, his voice husky, as Yelena pulled out of Clarke who now sagged onto the prison cot, "I wonder what happened to her. She was malnourished and dirty. Think she was homeless?"

"Probably," Natasha admitted, growling at the thought, wondering who in their right mind had thrown out such a wonderful, soft and gentle omega.

Yelena backed up out of the cell, pulling her pants and underwear up, chuckling to Clarke as she moved back, "You always feel so good, baby girl."

Frank moved past her, into the cell, pulling his police belt off of him and putting it on the desk behind him and beginning to unzip his pants, a husky growl leaving him as he looked over Clarke's sweat-soaked form.

As soon as he pushed his pants and boxers down, his engorged cock came into view, long, thick and threatening.

He got onto the cot, grabbed Clarke's thighs, spread them, positioned the head of his cock at Clarke's vaginal opening and pushed forward.

Clarke struggled as soon as Frank's hands went around her thighs, but Frank held her still as he slowly pushed up into Clarke's cunt.

When they heard Clarke moan, as Frank entered her, Peggy and Natasha looked at each other, both smirking at their omega's pleasured cries.

What they were doing was all sorts of wrong. But they were going to give Clarke everything. Do everything else right by their mate. They would take care of her and give her everything. Even if she never forgave them? They would do everything to love and take care of her. She would just have to see for herself.

Author's note

Yeah, so I first post a story about Clarke's mates killing two attempted rapists for Clarke. Then I post a story about her mates all sexually assaulting her. Yeah, I don't know. Shrugs. All I know is I'm probably going to hell. (Proceeds to get catapulted into hell for everything I've written)