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Agent Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff, known quite a lot as Black Widow and Carol Danvers, known also as Captain Marvel, looked down at the bed, where their romantic partner soulmate lay, obediently not moving. Her arms were bound above her head by chains. Clarke Griffin, their shared romantic partner soulmate, could easily have broken out of those chains at any time, given that she was not human-she was some sort of godlike being. She was stronger physically than anyone. Stronger than Superman, stronger than Supergirl, stronger than the Hulk, stronger than Thor. Stronger than all four of them combined.
She could break out of the chains easily, but she would not.
She would not and all three Carol, Natasha and Maria knew she would not.
All four of them knew that.
Clarke wouldn't because she didn't want to. She wanted to them to dominate her. And she wanted not to have any control here.
And all three Carol, Natasha and Maria knew that.
The room was illuminated, but dimmed just enough for it to set the mood. Clarke was completely naked-chained and naked, against the silk-covered bed, her white-blonde hair fanned out under her.
Maria, Natasha and Carol were all clothed, but just barely.
They were barefooted as they came over to the wide, king-sized bed. Maria had taken off her shirt and she only had her jeans on, and her dark green bra clasped against her. Her dark brown hair was down, a few inches past her shoulders now. Both would be discarded soon. Her shirt lay at her feet as she walked closer to the bed.
Carol had taken her pants and underwear off first. Her buttoned down, powder blue shirt was long, so it went past her waist almost a few inches above Carol's knees and so blocked Clarke, unfortunately from seeing Carol's groin.
Clarke growled slightly, trying to see more of her mates, but they didn't move to take off more of their clothes. Natasha, as always, was the most cruel. She bore almost no clothes on her figure, except for her dark red satin bra and underwear.
Natasha stepped closer to the bed, closest to the head of the bed, where Clarke was chained to, and Clarke was looking up directly at the redhead. Clarke looked at the straps of Natasha's bra. "Please, Nat," Clarke whimpered quietly, "Please let me see."
Natasha smirked. "You've seen us naked so many times, krasotka,and yet you can never get enough. You little lustful glutton."
Clarke chuckled, trying to ignore the heat shooting to her groin like lightning. "No shit," She admitted, "If you were looking at the sight I was looking at, you'd never get enough either."
Natasha's smirk turned more predatory as her green eyes trailed along Clarke's nude body. "I don't know," She said in that alto tone that Clarke loved, "You're not looking at you right now. You underestimate your own beauty. But that isn't a surprise."
Clarke lost her smile, feeling uncomfortable. She didn't like it when they tried to get her to see her own beauty, her own kindness and her own lovability. She knew what she was. She didn't like people trying to tell her she was anything, except a monster.
She knew what she was. Why were her mates always trying to make her challenge that reality?
She could acknowledge her reality. She just didn't like it challenged.
Clarke looked away from Natasha, staring up at the wall now, not wanting the redhead, Maria or Carol seeing her uncomfortable. She didn't want to ruin the mood.
"Clarke," Carol said, coming closer and getting up onto the bed, knees up on the edge of the bed now, right hand reaching out and stroking Clarke's left cheek with her fingers. "It's alright," The slow-aging first Avenger said, "You know that you're beautiful. Inside and out. Don't ever deny that for a second. And you know we won't leave you." Carol inched closer, dropping her hand and she leaned downwards, her mouth going to Clarke's throat. Clarke arched her back, arching her neck into Carol's mouth.
Clarke had first entered her relationship with her romantic partner soulmate, Natasha, when Clarke had been twenty. She had been in a tree in the Ice Nation when the Avengers found her and Natasha had been able to coax Clarke down from the tree. She and Clarke and Maria had been together for almost three and a half years now. Clarke and Carol had entered a relationship almost two years ago.
Clarke was now almost twenty-thre. Their relationship had evolved to the point that Clarke trusted them enough to take care of her, completely.
But they could discuss that later. For now? They were focusing only on pleasure.
Carol moved her mouth and teeth around Clarke's throat, nipping, sucking and biting.
Clarke felt pressure against the bed, and she knew that Maria, who was at the foot of the bed, had gotten up onto the mattress and grabbed Clarke's bare legs, wrapping them around her waist as she leaned down and gently bite at Clarke's right inner thigh.
Clarke gasped, arching some more and her eyes squeezed shut as she felt more and more jolts of pleasure shooting through her.
Natasha watched the scene on the bed, tilting her head, observing Clarke squirming beneath Maria and Carol's mouths.
They two women then moved. Carol moved down to Clarke's chest and Maria moved up to Clarke's chest, each of them taking a nipple into their mouths. Maria sucked and sucked hard on Clarke's right nipple and Carol sucked hard on Clarke's left nipple.
Clarke moaned, head tilted back against the pillow as her lovers sucked her breasts, sucking, nibbling and biting gently.
Natasha smirked again just when Clarke was beginning to shake under Maria and Carol with pleasure, and said in a commanding voice, "Stop."
Carol and Maria almost immediately halted their actions. Carol's mouth was around Clarke's left breast as her dark brown eyes glanced to Natasha. Maria's bright blue eyes glimpsed up at Natasha, from where she had been sucking on Clarke's right nipple.
Natasha gestured to herself, indicating that she wanted them both off the bed, now.
It might have seemed ironic to anyone else-Natasha being very nearly naked, save for some undergarments, and she was not physically the strongest person here. After all, Carol was stronger from the photon power she had from Mar-Vell or Dr. Wendy Lawson's power source and Clarke was the strongest of them all, given how powerful she was-what she was. Natasha might have had the super soldier serum in her veins, which made her stronger than the average person, but she was by far not the physically strongest person here. But no one in the room questioned that Natasha was the one in control here. Everyone knew that Natasha was the most dominant in this room.
Carol and Maria did as Natasha instructed, climbing up off the bed, and standing next to the redhead. These actions earned Clarke's whimpers.
Natasha smirked at Clarke. "Are you upset, love?" She asked Clarke teasingly. "Sorry, milaya,but we are not doing anything. Not yet. You know the routine. What's the safe word?"
Clarke groaned and rolled her eyes. "Charger." She answered, grunting the word out.
Natasha nodded. "Good girl." She then added, "Are you ready?"
Clarke nodded. "I've been ready for a while." She grumbled.
Maria chuckled, "So impatient."
"Can you blame me?" Clarke asked, eyebrows going up.
Natasha chortled. "I suppose not," She said. "Now, then, where were we?"
Clarke shivered at that question. She had heard Natasha say it before. Natasha said it usually in this situation, right before Clarke got her brains fucked out by the Russian.
Natasha could see what the question did to Clarke, watching with satisfaction as Clarke shivered in reaction to that question.
Natasha's eyebrows went up suggestively.
The redhead said, "Carol, hold her arms down. Maria stay next to me."
Carol and Maria jumped forward at Natasha's command, doing exactly what the Black Widow told them to do.
Maria hopped up onto the bed, where Clarke's chest was, and pinned Clarke's left shoulder to the bed. Carol leapt up onto the bed, holding Clarke's arms on either side of Clarke's head.
Natasha moved forward then, getting up onto the bed as well, and placed one hand on the bed, on each side of Clarke's upper torso, and leaned down, mouth wrapping around Clarke's right nipple, sucking.
She kept her teeth close to Clarke's right nipple, tugging, and sucking and licking, eliciting moans from Clarke.
Maria understood that that was her cue, and leaned forward, taking Clarke's left nipple into her mouth and sucking it hard.
The two of them sucked on Clarke's breasts and Carol suckled at Clarke's neck, continuing these actions until Clarke began shaking and whimpering out, "Please, oh please!"
Natasha smirked and opened her mouth from Clarke's nipple and turned to Maria. "Go to her legs." She ordered the SHIELD agent. Maria smirked and gave one last suck and nip at Clarke's breast, then released her mate's breast and slid down to Clarke's legs, holding Clarke's legs down to the bed and spread apart.
Maria leaned forward then tongue darting out and licking against Clarke's vulvae, then licking upwards, tongue slipping , making Clarke cry out and arching up off the bed.
And her right hand went to Clarke's clit, pressing her thumb to it, stroking and rubbing.
Clarke cried out, thrusting up into Natasha and Maria's mouths and Maria's thumb.
"An-oh!" Clarke yelped as Natasha took her right hand off the bed and squeezed the blonde's left nipple between her index finger and thumb, her mouth still sucking on Clarke's right nipple.
Maria licked the tip of her tongue along the tip of Clarke's clit slowly, again and again, still stroking her thumb against the bottom of Clarke's clit.
Clarke's cries, moans and yelps traveled all throughout the room, music to her three partners' ears.
Carol took her mouth away from Clarke's neck and smirked, and whispered to Clarke, "I'm going to ride your face now, is that okay, baby?"
Clarke nodded immediately. "Carol," She moaned, "Get on my face, please," She whimpered.
Carol did exactly as Clarke wanted, getting up and lifting her shirt, straddling Clarke's face and planting her cunt against Clarke's mouth.
Clarke licked her tongue up into Carol's cunt, inhaling the former Kree soldier's scent as she did so, whimpering against Carol's groin, sending tremors through Clarke's blonde lover as a result of Natasha and Maria's administrations.
Clarke groaned beneath her mates, groaning from what Natasha and Maria were doing to her, and moaning at the scent of Carol's pussy, licking and sucking, yelping into Carol when Maria rammed her thumb into Clarke's vagina.
Carol moaned at Clarke's reaction, feeling the tremor travel through her, cum beginning to leak out from her into Clarke's mouth.
Natasha pulled her hand and mouth from Clarke's breasts, traveling down Clarke's body and stopping at Clarke's legs and Maria made room for Natasha to start in on Clarke's pussy too.
Natasha's emerald green eyes lowered to Clarke's clit and Maria nodded, mouth going to Clarke's clit, her lips and tongue working the blonde's clit, her thumb still inside Clarke's pussy. Natasha didn't indicate for Maria to remove the thumb, so the brunette happily kept her thumb where it was.
Natasha's target was something else. The redhead leaned her head down and sucked at Clarke's vaginal lips, darting her tongue between them and licking upwards. Clarke cried out and moaned at what Natasha and Maria were doing, the sounds muffled somewhat under Carol.
Natasha then moved her mouth to Clarke's clit, and Maria moved her mouth away, as Natasha licking along Clarke's clit, then wrapping her lips around the nub and sucking.
Clarke screamed under Carol, arching up as she continued to lick at the woman riding her face.
Carol gasped as she felt her first orgasm of the night hit her, stars bursting forward at the front of her eyes as she arched up on Clarke's face, body tensing up.
As her pleasure flooded Clarke's face and mouth, Carol slowly pulled herself off of Clarke and lowered herself down to the side of the bed, back on her knees next to Clarke. She gave Clarke a lazy smile as she leaned forward, kissing her mate, cleaning some of the cum off her writhing lover's face.
"You did so well, Clarke," Carol said, "Good girl."
Carol kept licking and kissing Clarke all over the younger woman's face, as Natasha moved her mouth so that she and Maria both could keep manipulating the younger woman's pussy with their lips and tongues perfectly.
Natasha and Maria kept their mouths on Clarke's clit, Natasha sucking and licking at the top of Clarke's clit and Maria sucking and licking at the bottom of Clarke's clit, their actions increasing without mercy, and Maria continuing to pump her right thumb in and out of Clarke's vaginal entrance, rubbing all around against Clarke's inner walls.
Clarke squirmed and thrashed. She could have broken the chains if she wanted to-she was strong enough and stronger than that, but she restrained herself, wanting to be subservient to her lovers-which, if anyone asked Carol, Natasha and Maria, they would have said it spoke greatly of Clarke's willpower to be able not to break the chains when she was experiencing this much pleasure.
Natasha and Maria kept Clarke's legs wide apart as Natasha continued to suck on the upper part of Clarke's clit, fingers coming up to rub her index finger between Clarke's vaginal lips, as Maria kept her thumb inside Clarke and kept her mouth sucking on the lower part of Clarke's clit.
The merciless administrations, along with Carol whispering sweet nothings against Clarke's ear as the older blonde kissed her mate, made Clarke finally cum, screaming as she wildly thrashed up into Natasha and Maria's mouths and hands.
Her pleasure burst out of her, rushing forward and spilling out of Clarke in a gush.
Natasha and Maria both chuckled as they felt the warm fluid spill out onto their fingers.
They administered to Clarke's afterglow, earning more moans, then pulled away, looking down at their gasping and shaking romantic partner soulmate, all three of them-both Natasha and Maria, and Carol who was still kissing Clarke's neck, smirking at Clarke shaking and recovering.
"How are you feeling, Clarke?" Maria asked, though the smirk on her face said that she knew exactly how Clarke was feeling.
Clarke gave a weak laugh, "Do-do I really need to answer?"
Carol chuckled, pulling away from Clarke. She turned to Maria and Natasha, snickering. "So," The former Kree soldier asked, "What next?"
Natasha's smirk remained across her face, pushing some of her red hair that was wavy and shoulder-length out of her eyes as she observed the wet, naked and vulnerable lover of theirs on the bed.
Natasha said, green eyes glinting still with predatory intent, "Are you ready to go again, malyshka?Because if you don't, we need to know, alright?"
Clarke nodded. "I know," She said, and she gave a tired weak laugh, "You really think I want to stop. We just fuckin' went! So seriously, we had better be going again."
Natasha chuckled, stepping closer to the bed and her right hand reached out, grabbing hold of Clarke's white-blonde hair and pulling it, "Do not tell us what to do," She warned, pulling Clarke's hair more, knowing that Clarke liked it. "Understood?"
Clarke groaned, her pleasure fairly obvious in how her eyes closed and how she bit her lower lip.
Clarke nodded. "Please," She said, "Please, mommy," She said, opening her eyes and staring at Natasha, "Please more."
Natasha simply nodded and turned to Maria and Carol. She gave a cold, harsh command, "Carol, get the paddle from the drawer. Maria, get two strap-ons."
Maria and Carol both grinned wickedly and went to the drawer of Natasha's dresser. Natasha turned back to Clarke seeing how Clarke's eyes widened, her blue eyes filled now with hunger and excitement.
Clarke loved it when toys were used on her.
Natasha fought the need to pull Clarke's hair some more, as she looked down at Clarke.
Clarke didn't just like having toys being used on her. No, she also, liked being made intoa toy. Being used by her romantic partner soulmates. Being passed around by her romantic partner soulmates like a toy.
Natasha could hear the drawer of the dresser being opened and heard Maria and Carol picking out the toys.
Natasha then proceeded to take her bra and underwear off, causing Clarke to turn to her, eyes widening with want as those blue eyes trailed all along Natasha's nude body. Natasha almost chuckled at the need all over Clarke's eyes as the young blonde stared all along Natasha's breasts and lower down to Natasha's cunt. Her grin became catlike again. They were going to have so much fun with Clarke tonight.
Carol came over with the paddle and Maria came back, carrying two strap-ons, one a big dark green one and one a big purple one. They all knew what Clarke could take. All three of them did.
Natasha let go of Clarke's hair and reached her hand out to Maria, looking at the purple strap-on. Maria handed it to her, smirking.
"Put that one on." Natasha ordered Maria and Maria undid her bra, dropped it to the floor and undid her pants and pushed them down to the ground and when she was fully naked, she happily put on the dark green strap-on as Natasha secured on the purple strap-on.
Natasha glanced at the bed and watched Clarke watching them. She smirked at the way Clarke's bright blue eyes trailed all along lower down, along the length of the attachments that Natasha and Maria had just buckled to themselves.
"Excited, palevyy?"Natasha asked playfully. Clarke nodded, swallowing, shivering in what Natasha knew was anticipation.
Natasha knew that Clarke loved it when she spoke Russian, especially in the bedroom. When Natasha had told Clarke what some of those words meant, Clarke had scoffed. Clarke had even one time said when Natasha had told her what the word "palevyy" meant, "I'm no soft fucking fawn, Nat, and you know it. I'm about as fawn-like as a goddamned great white shark!"
Natasha had laughed at that. Laughed at it both because it was an extreme reaction and humorous visual to give her, and because Natasha would happily disagree with Clarke's strong assessment in a second. Because it was just incorrect. Clarke wasn't soft? Not even remotely? More like a great white shark than like a fawn? Natasha would laugh at that. Always.
Sure, like a shark, Clarke was a predatory and was attracted to blood. But she was so far from a shark that it wasn't even funny. She was so like a fawn, that it wasn't funny.
Natasha stepped closer to the bed, making sure Clarke saw the strap-on in full frontal view. And she was going to show Clarke just how much like a tender, sweet, soft young fawn, the bound and sweaty blonde was.
Natasha moved and moved fast.
Natasha jumped up onto the bed, pinned Clarke's hips down, aimed her fake cock, looked up at Clarke's face and said, "Are you sure?" At the excitement in Clarke's eyes and Clarke's quick nod, Natasha nodded back and rammed her hips forward, plunging right into Clarke's cunt, pounding away immediately.
Clarke cried out, arching up into Natasha as the redhead slammed into her raw.
Natasha gripped Clarke's hips harder and thrust herself into Clarke some more, harder and harder.
Eventually, Clarke threw her head back and howled with pleasure, eyes turning red as Natasha brought Clarke to her second orgasm, her cum slicking along Natasha's fake cock.
As Clarke came down from her newest climax and orgasm, Natasha sliding out of her young lover, and as Clarke shook and panted and gasped, Maria took off her bra and underwear and began to put on the strap-on she had in her hands. She buckled it on, moaning slightly when the other end of the strap-on entered her and rubbed up against the SHIELD agent's clit.
As soon as Clarke gave her the green light-if Clarke did, which Maria didn't doubt that the younger woman would, Maria was going to fuck Clarke senseless.
Maria turned her shining blue eyes to Clarke who was gradually recovering as Natasha climbed off the bed, nodding to Maria and the brunette came over.
Maria was about to ask Clarke for permission, but Clarke slowly lolled her head in the other direction, now looking at Maria and seeing what the brunette was about to ask for. Her eyes caught what was strapped to Maria's lower torso and her exhausted red eyes sparked again with excitement. Her legs spread wider now, welcoming Maria.
"Maria," She groaned, "C'mere, please."
Maria was tempted to lay down on top of Clarke and enter her, but that wouldn't do, would it?
Maria narrowed her eyes. "Now," She said, "Clarke, you know that's not what you call me, right, sweetie?"
Clarke stiffened, eyes widening, then nodding. She quickly amended, "I'm sorry, mommy."
Maria smirked. "Much better," She said, "But I want you to turn over. Can you do that?"
Clarke let out a small whimper at that prospect, sounding excited even more, but then she looked up at the chains on her arms. "Um-?" She said, obviously not sure how she was supposed to maneuver herself so that she was on her hands and knees, without breaking the chains, which she knew she wasn't supposed to do.
"We'll get that, palevyy."Natasha reassured Clarke, reaching out and taking the key for the chains off the dresser's top and walked over to the bed, picking it up and bringing it over to the bed, and slipped the key into the lock of the first cuff. Natasha looked at Clarke in warning, "Don't even think about touching me or touching any of us. Just get on your hands and knees and I'll put the chains back on you."
Clarke nodded. "Yes, mommy." Clarke said quietly and Natasha choked back a moan at the response and the words that her little girl had just said.
Natasha said softly, eyes filling with even more desire, "That's a good girl, that my good little girl."
Clarke whimpered helplessly at the praise and as Natasha unlocked the cuffs, the first, then the second, Clarke did as Natasha had ordered, turning over onto her hands and knees, ass up and facing downwards. Natasha then put the chains back on, securing them.
Natasha stroked Clarke's back afterwards, whispering to her, "You're doing so well, malyshka."
Clarke nodded. "Thank you, mommy." She said.
Natasha smirked and stroked her free left hand's palm against Clarke's left erect nipple, causing the young blonde to shudder and moan, closing her eyes.
Natasha chuckled and placed the key onto the bedside table and turned to Maria, nodding to her. Maria got up onto the edge of the bed, gripping Clarke's hips, positioning the thick, hard, dark green cock's tip right at Clarke's vaginal entrance.
She placed it right Clarke's cunt, knowing that Clarke would feel the head of the cock. "Clarke," Maria asked, "Are you ready?"
Clarke moaned again, almost immediately, trying to jerk her hips back into Maria, but the chains kept her from moving back and Maria was just out of reach. "Mommy," Clarke cried out, "Please, get inside me. Please."
Maria smirked. She didn't need any more requests than that. She grabbed Clarke's hips and thrust forward.
As soon as she started pounding into Clarke, making Clarke slam her head down into the pillow, screaming in pleasure, and Maria knew she was pounding the cock along Clarke's clit, and decided to be even more sadistic about it. Her left hand kept its hold on Clarke's hip, but her right hand snaked around to Clarke's front and began rubbing her palm against Clarke's clit.
Clarke's cries and screams turned to sobs and her hips bucked as Maria continued to stroke and thrust.
Natasha and Carol kept watching, hungry as they observed Clarke being fucked harder and harder by Maria.
Carol asked, brown eyes sparking with primal delight, "Can I fuck her with the paddle while you fuck her ass?"
Natasha's eyes widened at that proposal. They had fucked her in both holes before. Not with the paddle handle, but they had. There was a thought that Natasha hadn't come up with before. That was a pleasurable thought.
"If she says yes," Natasha said, "Then go ahead."
Carol nodded, looking excited still.
Natasha always asked Clarke's permission, as did Carol and Maria and as did all of Clarke's other romantic partner soulmates. And Natasha knew that Clarke got off on her ass being fucked. They had used plugs before. Hell, Natasha had once fucked Clarke's ass and cunt with her fingers at the same time, stuffing almost all of her fingers from her left hand into Clarke's pussy and jamming three of her fingers into Clarke's ass and pumping into both holes at the same time.
Her thumb had rubbed against Clarke's clit while she had pumped her left hand in and out of Clarke's cunt, the bottom of her hand stroking again and again against the top of Clarke's clit, while she had pumped her other fingers in and out of Clarke's ass. Heh. Clarke had cum so, so damn hard that time, a piercing roar tearing out of Clarke's throat in answer.
And they also knew that Clarke liked having tongues in her ass.
Natasha and Clarke's other romantic partner soulmates had once pinned Clarke to the bed and with Clarke's permission had each stuck their tongue in her ass hole. They each had taken turns doing it and watching as Clarke was stimulated from it, grinding against the bed and climaxing again and again letting out her growls, eyes going from blue to black.
And yes, they had also had fucked Clarke in both her holes with strap-ons.
So, Natasha knew Clarke liked it in the ass. She didn't need convincing for that, just needed Clarke's permission.
As Maria kept ramming herself in and out of Clarke harder and harder, bringing howls from Clarke's throat, the sounds muffled against the pillow, trembling in Maria's grasp, Natasha smirked as she knew exactly what she was going to do to Clarke right after she and Carol fucked their lover with the paddle and her strap-on. Oh, if Clarke was willing, Clarke was going to be screaming much, much more.
After several more thrusts, Clarke screamed again, stiffening, then jerking hard and Maria came against Clarke a few seconds later, stiffening up, then sagging against Clarke's rear.
Maria slowly pulled out of Clarke, smacking her right hand against Clarke's ass, causing the blonde to gasp at the action.
Maria eventually climbed up off the bed, her cock completely soaked with Clarke's cum, and she smirked down at Clarke as she did. "Good girl." Maria said, her blue eyes dreamy as she looked at her beloved.
Natasha said gently to Maria, "My and Carol's turn now." She grinned wickedly at Maria and Maria shared that same grin, moving out of the way.
Natasha and Carol got up on the bed, and Natasha nodded to the drawer of the bedside table where the drawer was, under the place where the key to the chains were. Carol opened up the drawer and smirked instantly.
There was a small container of lube. Carol picked the lube up and handed it to Natasha. Natasha pulled off the top and pulled out one smudge of lube after the other and rubbed it all along the strap-on. Whether because Clarke heard the sounds of the liquid being slathered all along Natasha's strap-on, or because she smelled the scent of the lube, or both, Clarke looked over her right shoulder weakly, looking at Natasha doing this.
Natasha studied Clarke's expression, as she put the lube all along the strap-on.
Clarke looked at Natasha hopefully. "Where are gonna put that?" Clarke asked and Natasha could detect the excitement in the younger woman's voice.
"Well," Natasha said, smirking, "I've already taken you in your cunt, so where do you think?"
Clarke swallowed and nodded. "Shit," She said, laughing slightly, "Fuck yes. Okay."
Natasha smiled, "I have your permission, then, palevyy?"
Clarke nodded eagerly. Natasha grinned and placed her hands on Clarke's ass, spreading her cheeks wide, causing Clarke to hitch a breath. Natasha then asked, "Can Carol fuck your cunt with the paddle handle?"
Clarke whimpered at the prospect and she nodded.
"Use your words, little girl," Natasha instructed, smirking, gripping her strap-on and guiding it to Clarke's ass. "Tell us what you want."
Clarke swallowed and said, "Please, mommy, fuck me in the ass while daddy fucks me with the paddle's handle."
Natasha grinned, looking to Carol, who got up on the bed and slipped the paddle under Clarke's body, slipping the paddle's handle into Clarke's cunt hard, earning gasps from their mate.
Natasha, as soon as she heard Clarke react from the paddle's handle being put right into her cunt, slammed her cock into Clarke's ass, hard, right up to the hilt.
Clarke groaned, burying her face in the pillow, wincing in pain at first, till she adjusted, then she relaxed and when she did, only then, did Natasha began pulling out and thrusting back in.
Clarke groaned again as Carol pumped the handle in and out of Clarke's cunt and her fingers manipulated Clarke's clit and Natasha continued to pump her strap-on into Clarke's ass again and again, stimulating Clarke further.
Clarke gasped against the pillow, groaning and moaning. She felt so fucking full. And she felt like she was going to explode at any moment with all of Natasha and Carol's stimulation of her body.
Clarke's fingers bit into the mattress and the sheets as she came hard a third time, her screams making the bed shake, eyes turning black.
She soaked the paddle's handle and Carol's fingers, clenching around the paddle's handle.
Clarke moaned when she heard Natasha gasp out, the way the redhead often did when her orgasm hit and Clarke knew with deep satisfaction that Natasha had reached her own peak, and felt Natasha stiffen up behind her, against her.
Clarke cooed her moan out, loving watching Natasha orgasm, and disliking that she couldn't look back and see Natasha climax and watch her darling stiffen up and collapse.
She gasped when she felt Natasha pull out of her ass. And she fought another gasp when Carol pulled the handle of the paddle out of her pussy.
Clarke felt pressure coming up off of the bed, and knew that Carol and Natasha were hopping off the bed. She lay down onto her left side on the bed, looking at her three mates as Carol and Natasha backed away from the bed. Natasha unbuckled the strap-on, and she brought it over to plastic, gray tub that was on the floor next to the dresser and she tossed the strap-on into the tub, to be cleaned.
Clarke then watched as Natasha got something else out of the drawer. Clarke almost immediately felt heat travel to her loins as soon as she saw what was in Natasha's hand. A vibrator.
Clarke shivered. Oh, shit.
Natasha was cruel with a vibrator. Very, very cruel. Clarke always was in for loads and loads of intense orgasms whenever the vibrator got whipped out by Natasha.
"Sit up on your knees, Clarke." Natasha ordered and Clarke did as her lover said. She weakly got up and sat down onto her knees, facing the wall, the chains clinking around her as she did so.
"Maria," Natasha said, nodding to the chair next to the bed on the other side of the room, "Sit down and wait for my instructions. Carol. Paddle Clarke when I say you do. As for me," Natasha smirked as she approached the bed, getting up onto it, turning on the vibrator and pressing the vibrator against Clarke's left inner thigh teasingly, causing Clarke to gasp and jump a little, whimpering nervously.
As Maria went over to the chair on the other side of the room and Carol got up on the bed, readying the paddle, Natasha met Clarke's eyes. "Clarke," She said, "You remember your safe word, right? You can use it. You know you can use it. If you want to stop, you need to use your safe word."
Clarke nodded, but didn't use her safe word, she just looked back down at the vibrator by her leg, and Natasha read what she needed to in those beautiful blue eyes. Clarke was afraid, yes. She was. But Clarke feared Natasha using the vibrator for the same reason that she wanted Natasha to use the vibrator so badly.
Clarke loved sex, and that might have been an obvious thing to anyone who wasn't asexual. Because anyone wasn't asexual, naturally, enjoyed sex, right? But Clarke insatiable. Neither Natasha, nor any of Clarke's romantic partner soulmates knew whether it was because of what her species was; if her species was more insatiable than most sexual creatures or what. But Clarke, nonetheless, seemed to have an unending sexual appetite. Not that Natasha or any of Clarke's romantic partner soulmates were complaining.
They more than happily tended to that appetite.
However, the problem was that Clarke feared her own sexual appetite. She didn't acknowledge it often, but she did fear her own sexual needs. And Natasha knew exactly how to tend to those needs. And used a vibrator for that quite a lot. And Clarke knew it.
"It's alright, devochka,"Natasha said soothingly, "I won't, if you don't want me to. You can use your safe word, you know that."
Clarke nodded. "I know, I know." She said, "I'm not going to use the safe word. I won't. I just…I freak out a little over this, you know?"
Natasha nodded. She understood that. She understood that Clarke, because of how her life had been made into hell, being told that everything about her was wrong, she would react that way, wouldn't she?
Natasha said to Clarke, "This only happens with your consent, love." She assured her mate. "But it has to be your choice."
Clarke nodded. "It's alright," She said, taking a breath, "I'm ready."
Natasha turned on the vibrator, and Clarke lifted herself up, and Clarke watched as Natasha slid the vibrator up to Clarke's cunt. The redhead asked, "Are you ready for both me to use the vibrator and for Carol to paddle you?"
Clarke nodded, "I'm ready," She said, sounding nervous still, "Go ahead."
Natasha nodded and pressed the vibrator up against Clarke's clit and she looked past Clarke to Carol and nodded to the former Kree soldier.
Carol nodded and swung the paddle forward, slapping it against Clarke's buttocks, causing Clarke to cry out, grinding up against the vibrator, whimpering at what the vibrator was doing to her.
Natasha put the vibrator at the lowest setting, taking hold of Clarke's right hip with her left hand and holding the vibrator with her right.
Clarke swung her hips, moaning as she grinded down against the vibrator, trying to get more friction.
Clarke sped up her pace and Natasha scoffed, turning to Carol, "Hold her while you paddle her."
Carol nodded and took Clarke's other hip in her left hand, still paddling Clarke with the paddle in her right hand.
Clarke tried to press herself further against the vibrator, trying to rub herself off, but Carol and Natasha held her still and she knew better than to use her superior strength against them.
So she did as Natasha told her through her actions, to hold still and let Natasha and Carol do the work, Carol paddling her and Natasha pressing the vibrator against Clarke at its lowest setting.
Clarke fought the whimpers, her teeth gritting as she felt the aching inside her growing. She needed it so badly. The vibrator was torture, and Natasha most likely knew that. Clarke could just barely look at Natasha from under her almost squeezed shut eyes, whimpering as Natasha smirked.
Natasha smirked predatorily as Clarke moved her hips slowly back and forth against the vibrator, the sounds of the paddle slapping against the blonde's buttocks furthering Natasha's satisfaction.
Natasha could see the red glow just from beneath Clarke's almost closed eyelids.
"Three more slaps," Natasha told Carol, "Three more and I'll put the vibrator's settings up." At this promise, Natasha grinned when Clarke in response, whimpered, hopefulness in the tone.
Carol nodded and did as Natasha said, slapping Clarke with the paddle three more times.
As soon as the third slap ended, Natasha did as she had promised. She increased the setting of the vibrator, making the vibrator's business end go faster and stimulate Clarke's clit much more.
Clarke instantly began squirming some more, whimpering and moaning, pleading. "Please, mommy," She moaned, trying to grind against the vibrator some more, "Please."
"Not yet, Clarke," Natasha said, "Just wait." She looked to Carol, "Put the paddle down on the bed. Hold Clarke's hips with both hands."
Carol nodded, putting the paddle down onto the foot of the bed and her other hand reached out and grasped Clarke's other hip, right above Natasha's arm, both of them holding Clarke still now as Natasha still pressed the vibrator against Clarke's clit.
"Ten minutes, Clarke," Natasha said, looking over her right shoulder at the bedside table, where the digital clock was, reading the time across the rectangular screen. 10:20. She turned back to Clarke. "I'm going to keep the vibrator like this on the same setting for ten minutes, Clarke. After that? Then I'll make the setting go up, alright, palevyy?"
Clarke whined, grimacing, telling Natasha that Clarke was in no way happy about this and she chuckled, sharing a fiendish smile with Carol and Maria, when Natasha glanced at the seated SHIELD agent.
They knew how to torture their girl till she couldn't stand it.
Clarke whined but didn't protest and Natasha continued to push the vibrator against Clarke's cunt and clit, and the redhead spoke to Carol, "Stimulate her breasts."
Carol nodded and reached out, stroking Clarke's breasts slowly, making Clarke moan out, arching some more, as Carol's fingers worked the younger woman's nipples, but still, Carol and Natasha didn't give her release.
After ten minutes had passed, Natasha had sufficiently wrung as much satisfaction as she wanted to get from Clarke's constant pleadings all throughout those ten minutes, Clarke now sweating profusely and actually sobbing and desperately trying to grind harder against the vibrator, to no avail.
Clarke, given what she was, could easily have pulled herself free of those chains and grabbed the vibrator from Natasha and forced it up further against herself, but she knew, just like Natasha, Carol and Maria did, that that would defeat the purpose. The whole purpose of this was for Clarke to trust them to take care of her. Not for her to do everything herself like she had been forced to do her whole life since her father was executed in front of her and she was thrown into the skybox and isolated for years.
And Natasha and Carol were both trusting Clarke to trust them right now, not to break out of her chains so that she could get instant gratification.
"Good girl," Natasha said, leaning forward and kissing Clarke's throat, smiling after she had checked the digital clock. "You made it past the ten minute mark."
She removed her hand from Clarke's waist and stroked Clarke's breasts, squeezing Clarke's right nipple, then the left nipple.
At Clarke's whine, Natasha smirked like a predator again and flipped the switch of the vibrator up to its highest setting. "Now," The redhead said, "For your reward for being such a good little girl."
As soon as the vibrator went up to the highest setting, and the head of the vibrator went off like fireworks and Clarke immediately started screaming, head rocking back against Carol's chest and Carol held her tightly as the younger blonde began to rock back and forth against her, her climax firing forward.
Her hips bucked and she screamed out as she thrashed back and forth wildly, and her eyes squeezed shut as she whined after she screamed.
Natasha watched with deep hunger, smiling catlike as Clarke climaxed a fourth time for tonight, but she wasn't going to let up.
After Clarke's orgasm was pulled through her, her body feeling like every fiber of it was blowing up, on fire, being hit with over a thousand jolts of pleasure.
Her hips rammed down onto the vibrator again and again as she came. It rushed through her, making her scream and she came hard all over the vibrator.
But Natasha didn't stop.
She kept the vibrator on its highest level, and kept it pressed against Clarke's clit.
Clarke tried to control herself, not wanting to be overstimulated, but she couldn't help herself. When the vibrator kept working her clit, she screamed as she climaxed again, hips bucking, the stimulation made her pleasure tear through her like a tornado.
And Natasha and Carol continued.
One orgasm after another ravaged Clarke's body as the vibrator did its torturous work and Carol kept up her end of it, stimulating Clarke's breasts and nipples.
Finally, after sixteen more orgasms; Natasha kept track, there were indeed sixteen, and all the while, she reminded Clarke that Clarke could always use her safe word, Clarke slumped forward against Natasha, shaking as she sweat. "Please," She moaned against Natasha's ear, "I…I can't anymore."
Natasha turned from where Clarke's head rested against her right shoulder and turned to Carol, nodding to the seat where Maria sat.
Natasha turned to Maria as Carol got up off the bed. "Switch places with Carol, Maria." She instructed.
Maria did as Natasha said. She got up off the seat, her inner thighs coated with her cum as she had watched the entirety of Natasha and Carol torturing Clarke sexually, and Carol moved to sit down where Maria had sat before and Maria came over to the bed, kneeling down behind Clarke.
Maria looked at Natasha, wondering where Natasha wanted her to put the cock. Natasha took hold of Clarke's hips, for once pulling the vibrator away from Clarke's cunt, bringing a relieved gasp from the Widow's lover. Natasha smirked. Clarke's relief wouldn't last long. At least, not unless Clarke used her safe word.
"Clarke," Natasha said as she raised Clarke's hips and maneuvered the younger woman over Maria, so that Maria's fake cock's tip was just at the entrance of Clarke's cunt, allowing Clarke to feel the tip of it, causing the young blonde to gasp, "If you need to stop, use your safe word. Use it now."
She then brought her hand, holding the vibrator close to Clarke's cunt again, not touching it, though. "Otherwise," She said with meaning in her voice as she lifted her right eyebrow suggestively at Clarke, when the young blonde pulled away from her lover's shoulder and faced Natasha, "We won't be stopping anytime soon."
Natasha watched Clarke's blue eyes go wide with realization and watched as she shivered. But when Natasha was about to pull the vibrator away, assuming that Clarke was about to use her safe word, Natasha caught the hunger filling Clarke's face, the understanding that her insatiable need was going to be fed. And before even saying anything to Natasha, Clarke lowered herself, right on Maria's fake cock, moaning, her eyes closing again.
Natasha smiled wickedly and pressed the vibrator again against Clarke's clit, making sure the vibrator was still at full power and at its highest setting and watched as Clarke rocked back and forth, screaming loudly, eyes red as she climaxed a twentieth time, then a twenty-first time.
Then three more times.
Natasha glanced over at Maria, to see if Maria needed a break. She grinned when she saw that while Maria was panting, sweating, she had the same wicked smile on her face that Natasha had had a few minutes ago. No, Maria didn't need a break. And she wouldn't for a while.
Natasha nodded to Maria and Maria pulled her hips back and thrust forward again, making Clarke cry out and moan.
After several more orgasms, Clarke began with cries that all three of her present lovers were very familiar with.
She started crying out "no," and "no more."
But with Clarke, they knew what to expect. Clarke would yell that, because she the overstimulation was too much, but she still wouldn't use her safe word. Because she still craved what they did to her.
When Clarke started whimpering that and pleading, Natasha halted and Maria pulled Clarke back against her chest, her breasts to Clarke's back, and Natasha looked Clarke in the eye again, "Use the safe word, Clarke. Use it. You remember it, don't you? 'Charger?' Remember it? Use it if you really want to stop."
Clarke looked at Natasha pleadingly and still she said nothing.
Natasha tilted her head. "You don't want to stop, do you?" She asked, changing the vibrator to her other hand and creeping closer.
Clarke shook her head as she confessed helplessly, spreading her legs even wider for Natasha to gain better access, "No," She admitted, whining, "I don't want to stop."
Natasha chuckled, leaning forward and kissing Clarke deeply as she pressed the vibrator again to Clarke's clit, the vibrator still at its highest setting.
And soon again, Clarke was shaking, thrusting and bucking into Natasha's hand holding the wicked device against the young godlike being.
Clarke screamed into Natasha's mouth as she orgasmed again against the vibrator and her cum spilled out all over Maria's strap-on.
Natasha reached lowered her free hand and used it to cup, squeeze and pinch at Clarke's breasts and nipples again and again as she kept using the vibrator and Maria kept thrusting.
Clarke screamed again into Natasha's mouth, earning a pleased moan from the redhead as Clarke climaxed yet again. Natasha pulled away at last, allowing them both to breath and Clarke gasped, thrusting and whining.
Her eyes flashed bloody red as she panted between her lovers, in the throes of her newest orgasm.
Natasha glanced to the left at Carol, who was resting her hands on her knees, shaking and sweating, clearly wanting to join in, eyes fixed on Clarke between Maria and Natasha.
"Carol." Natasha said, "Come here."
Carol got up and came over as Natasha ordered, getting up onto the bed.
Natasha nodded to Clarke, "Hold her around the waist."
Carol wrapped her hands around Clarke's middle, holding the younger woman. Natasha smiled. "Suck her right breast," She ordered, "I'll suck her left."
Natasha leaned in and sucked on Clarke's left nipple and Carol smirked, leaning in and sucking on Clarke's right nipple.
Clarke moaned, head tilting back against Maria's left shoulder, moans turning to growls as her eyes became redder, pumping her hips into Maria's strap-on as Maria thrust into her over and over again and into Natasha's vibrator as it kept working against her.
Carol and Natasha smirked at each other as they suckled on Clarke's nipples.
Clarke was insatiable, and they would easily give their mate exactly what she needed. Oh, yes, they would.
And unless Clarke said her safe word, they were going to continue to fuck Clarke until she had no go left to give. Natasha smirked and sucked harder at Clarke's nipple at that and pushed the vibrating device against Clarke's clit even more at that, bringing helpless moans and growls from their shared mate as the Russian did so. Maria, Carol and Natasha all snickered at the sound. Music to their ears.
All things considered, this was a night that was going very well.
Author's note:
And that was-drum roll please-"meaningless porn!" But hope you all liked it. No plot, just porn.