Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100
Warnings for amorality, child abandonment, past attempted rape, trauma, sexual assault and gang rape.
It isn't right
"It isn't right!" that was what Clarke Griffin, a professor at the college campus where she currently was being raped, wanted to cry out as she was pinned down to the desk, her hands restrained above her head on the desk, her pants down around her ankles as cock pounded into her, feeling it inflating and knotting her. Behind her, she heard one of her students, Jessica Jones, panting as the dark-haired alpha reached her free hand between Clarke's legs and began rubbing Clarke's clit, gasping as she rammed into the omega teacher, "It's alright, baby girl, it's alright."
Clarke's eyes were clenched up and she was trying desperately to resist the pleasure she felt making its way through her at a fierce pace, but couldn't.
She could feel all the other alphas eyes on her, hungry, waiting, wanting.
She had tried to tell all of her students that this wasn't right. That nothing about this was right.
But they hadn't listened.
Clarke was young for a teacher. She had begun her teaching years at the age of only twenty-one. And she had turned thirty only a few months ago.
This was a college that allowed students of all ages attend. The majority here, of course, were under the age of twenty-eight. But there were a good portion that were in their late fifties or even early sixties, attending this college. Clarke had been set to teach a large portion of those students.
And almost three years ago, she had met a group of these students.
Yes, there were six of them that were around Clarke's age. Jessica Jones, Yelena Belova, Sam Wilson, Danny Rand, Pietro and Wanda Maximoff. The four of them were only a few years older than Clarke.
Now, the board had been against Clarke teaching these people from the beginning for a specific reason; all of them were alphas, and Clarke was an omega.
Clarke had scoffed at that reasoning, demanding to know why they were assuming that all alphas were dangerous and all alphas would sexually assault an omega, if given the chance.
Clarke would happily literally kick herself now at her reasoning at the time, if she could.
She should have listened.
These thirty alphas? She knew she wouldn't be leaving, not until they were finished making her their toy.
There might have been some reassurance as they had given her a pregnancy pill before starting and had filled a glass of water and gotten some food for her.
Meaning that they weren't going to force her to carry their children, and they were going to provide her with water and nourishment, between…sessions of when she was being assaulted.
That was the bare minimum of effort in comfort, but at this moment, she figured she might as well take what comfort she could get.
Clarke felt herself lose it at a certain hard angle that Jessica took when she railed Clarke from behind and stroked Clarke's clit still, and Clarke screamed, clenching around Jessica's large knot, and after what felt like several minutes, Jessica groaned and came inside Clarke, spilling into her.
Clarke whimpered against the desk.
The doors to this room were very thick. No one would hear her scream.
Stephen Strange had locked all the doors and pulled down the blinds before they had forced Clarke down onto the desk and had begun tearing her clothes off.
Clarke felt Jessica move out of her, and gasped when she felt the hard head of another cock at her vaginal entrance.
She forced her eyes open to see who was about to violate her this time.
Laura Barton.
Clarke shivered. Laura had been one of the most vocal of these alphas about what she wanted to do to Clarke, before they had forced themselves on her.
Clarke had ignored the board's concerns and had offered to teach these alphas art history, but as soon as she had begun teaching these alphas, she had smelled a very specific scent. All thirty of the alphas, without fail, had clearly been sexually aroused by her. She had tried desperately to ignore their desires, even had taken suppressants. But it had gotten harder to ignore as the years went on.
Then the alphas became more obvious about what they wanted.
They hadn't just become sexually attracted to her.
They had fallen in love with her, it seemed. And they wanted her to be their shared mate.
Eight of them already had mates; Christine Palmer and Stephen Strange-both alphas, were together, Barney and Simone Barton-both alphas, were together, Clint and Laura Barton-both alphas, as well, were together, and the two alphas; Tony Stark and Pepper Potts, were together.
However, that didn't stop them, apparently, from wanting Clarke to be their shared mate.
Clarke had told them time and time again that it wasn't right. She was their teacher, they were her students.
They all reasoned that they were all adults here, including her, and that even if she was their teacher, there wasn't a power imbalance, since all her students were alphas, and so, arguably, they had more of an advantage than she did.
Then Natasha Romanoff had said seductively, smirking, "Alright, malyshka, tell me, do you not want us? Or have feelings for us?"
Clarke had been unable to respond, feeling her breath caught in her throat.
Because she knew she couldn't tell them the answer. She couldn't say, "no, I don't want you and I don't have feelings for you," because that would be a lie.
But then, she couldn't say the truth, could she?
The truth was that she had wanted them the moment she had seen them, the moment she had smelled them.
The truth was that she wanted to be with them. That spending time with them made her happy-or it had, until they had begun to sexually assault her.
And Natasha and all of the rest of the alphas in her class; they had known the answer to Natasha's question, when Clarke had failed to offer up an answer.
Clarke knew that this was technically victim blaming, but she realized now that all the signs of what they'd been planning, had been there.
And when her supply of suppressants…mysteriously vanished from her locker? She knew she should have instantly suspected her students…and some part of her had. But she just hadn't wanted to admit it, at the time.
So, this afternoon, when she had arrived in class, thankfully, not in heat, but not on her suppressants, the attack had begun almost immediately.
As soon as she had arrived through the doorway, Pietro had closed the doors, and had rushed forward. Strange had locked the doors and pulled the blinds down, Clarke's books and notes had been thrown from her hands by Sylvie and Loki, her arms had been restrained behind her back by Frank Castle, her hips had been grabbed by Pepper Potts, and her legs grabbed and carried by Luke Cage, and she was hoisted down the stairs to her desk as she cried out, the alphas around her salivating as they ignored her cries and pulled her clothes off.
She heard the alphas speak as they had begun to grope her, squeezing her breasts and ass cheeks, and cupping her cunt, pressing a palm here and there against her clit and pushing the occasional couple of fingers into her cunt. Kissing and biting her throat, spanking her ass.
Soon, she'd been pinned down to the desk and she had watched as each of the alphas around her had undone their pants, their extremely engorged members jutting out, ready to be sheathed in the cunt of their prey.
All of them ready to knot her.
She had cried out and had pleaded with them not to, to stop, that it wasn't right. That she had never…not ever before.
That had just made all of the alphas extremely happy.
"Well, then," Wanda had said, beaming practically, her member thick and long, "We'll be your firsts, and only ones. Your cunt belongs to us now, our beautiful omega."
"So good," Elektra Natchios had practically purred, her extremely thick cock looking ready to ejaculate right there, as she looked over Clarke's body hungrily, "We will be the only ones to show you what true pleasure is like."
They then had forced her to take a pregnancy pill.
And as ridiculous as it was, it was only then that Clarke could admit to herself who was responsible for the stealing of her suppressants.
"All of you stole my suppressants," she accused, knowing she didn't need confirmation, to know for a fact that she was right.
"Oh, no, not all of us," the alpha, Melina Vostokoff said, smiling, her own large member sticking out of her open pants, "Only Clint and Bruce and Yelena did. But if they hadn't? We all happily would have."
Clarke noticed that something was being handed to one of the alphas; Bruce. It was a container. Bruce opened up the container, and pulled out a large gob of it and began wiping that gob over his member.
Clarke shuddered as she realized what Bruce was doing. The container Bruce had in his hands, was a container of lube. Bruce was preparing himself to more easily violate the omega at his and the other alphas' mercy.
After several minutes, Bruce had lubed up his cock to the point that there was a large, slick layer all over his member and he began to approach Clarke, making the young omega's heart jump fearfully.
"Those drugs were poison," the alpha, Bruce Banner said, placing his hands on Clarke's his, his large member pressing against Clarke's vaginal entrance, as he growled, "It's unnatural that anyone, alpha, omega or beta, suppress their urges. We will give you all the pleasure you need. And protect you from other alphas. And give you everything you could ever want. You don't need to suppress something so natural as your sexual urges."
Clarke tried to protest, that she couldn't allow this to happen, but Bruce thrust in before Clarke could say a word, his cock hitting home and Clarke screamed, not with pain, but with pleasure-the pain, there was only a little, was far outshone by the pleasure hitting her with Bruce's cock's impact against her and by the pleasure of the thick cock stroking against her clit.
Besides, Bruce was all lubed up.
Bruce's left hand went to between Clarke's legs, and his palm began to stimulate her clit, as he thrust in and out of Clarke.
And it wasn't long, till Bruce's cock began to knot.
Clarke had cried out when she felt that knot, feeling it stroke inside her and against her clit.
"That's right, baby," Bruce groaned, feeling how wet Clarke was getting by the second, "Daddy's knot feels good, right?"
Clarke refused to answer, just closed her eyes as she felt the pleasure begin to assault her as Bruce assaulted her.
Bruce had been the first. Then Tony Stark had been next, his member not as big as Bruce's, but big.
Bruce had a nine-inch piece of meat he'd violated Clarke with, but Tony had a thick seven-inch.
Then there was Sam with his ten-inch cock.
Then Wanda's thick eight-inch. She had pushed Clarke onto her back, had climbed on top of her and had pounded into Clarke's cunt relentlessly, moaning out against her teacher's breasts, groaning as Clarke moaned under her, and knotted the younger woman.
Then there had been Danny, then Luke, then Frank, then James Rhodes-who was called "Rhodey," then Stephen, then Christine, then Barney, then Simone, then Yelena, then Melina, then Natasha, then Carol, then Hela, then Steve, then Peggy.
On and on it went.
Finally, Jessica knotted her and came inside the young, blonde omega. And now it was Laura's turn.
Clarke had always felt enflamed by Laura's attentions the most.
Laura was dominant, and fierce and from what Clarke had heard about her and Clint's marriage, had Clint on a metaphorical and perhaps at times, literal leash and had him as a fuck toy.
Laura even went into details about what toys she used on Clint to make him whimper like a "worthless bitch," her exact words, to be perfectly honest.
Clarke admittedly sometimes felt herself growing wet at the details that Laura would give her, about how Laura had stuck butt plugs up into Clint's ass, and would put cock rings on Clint at the same time, tying his arms behind his back and gagging him as she put the setting of the remote control up high, overstimulating her husband over and over again.
Clarke had asked, unable to help it at the time, how Clint was able to get out of it, if he had non-verbal safeword he could use-since he was gagged and had his arms bound, he obviously couldn't say any safeword or say "red" to stop it.
Laura had looked at Clarke with amusement and asked, "What makes you think I'd give him an option to stop me from fucking him?"
Clarke had gaped at Laura and tried to tell herself that Laura was making it up. That Laura couldn't be serious that she had raped Clint in the past.
And yet? When Clint had walked in during Clarke and Laura's talk, he had heard some of what was said and when Clarke had looked at him, desperate for information to contradict what Laura had told her, he had grinned at her as he had sat down next to his wife, clearly loving hearing about what Laura had done to him.
Clarke had honestly been scared after that.
But even then? She had done nothing.
She hadn't known how to properly react to something so horrifying and shocking.
But now, it was too late.
Laura growled, as she sheathed herself within Clarke, "We'll take care of you," she reared herself back, then thrust her cock back into Clarke, making the young omega cry out, as Frank and Bruce still held her arms above her head, "We will take you to our home and look after you. You will never know loneliness again. And one day? When you are willing? We will give you children."
Clarke gasped in comprehension as more pieces were fit together for her.
Laura was alluding to Clarke's past. It wasn't something that she talked about often, but Clarke had been abandoned when she was young. After her father had died, her mother had thrown her daughter away because her daughter was an omega.
Clarke had grown up in an orphanage. As she got older and puberty had hit her, she had kept herself scarce from the alphas at the orphanage, when they went into ruts, trying to assault her and knot her.
Thankfully, none of them had succeeded.
But loneliness had just been one of the many things she had suffered with.
And over the three years she had taught these alphas, she had told them things during various lunch meetings and confiding moments, when they felt they needed a friend and she had told them a few things that she shouldn't have.
She now had to wonder if them acting vulnerable had just been a way of trying to get her to trust them. If it was? It had worked.
Clarke then heard Peggy Carter speak, and was surprised to hear what Peggy said, as Laura railed her, the alpha's knot beginning to balloon.
Peggy said, "We're sorry, Clarke. We know we've betrayed you. But we'll keep you safe. We'll take care of you. We won't make you quit your job or leave your friends or anything like that, we promise. But we'll take care of you. We know that you've always wanted children, but have been too distrustful of alphas to risk it. We'll give you everything and you'll have all the rights to the children, promise, my love."
Clarke gasped, as she felt herself again coming hard as she clenched around Laura's knot, her climax and orgasm helped along the way by Laura's possessive growl when the alpha came.
Yes, she had told these alphas in the past that she wanted children.
While she had tried to tell herself that not all alphas were dangerous to omegas, she had been hesitant to start a relationship with any alpha like that. Because trauma did some pretty damaging things to a person's behavior.
She would have laughed at the twisted aspect of this if she had the ability to do so, instead of moaning more as she kept clenching around Laura's knot.
Now, she didn't have to make the choice herself.
And if these alphas were to be believed? They would give her full custody of all their children and everything else. Were they really going to give her that much power, after all this?
Clarke didn't want to believe what any of these vile alphas said; these creatures that had earned her trust, let her think that they were just a bunch of inquisitive and honest alphas for years, and then had broken her trust hard, and were working to break her as well.
But…it looked like she didn't have much of a choice in that, either anymore.