Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100
Warnings for a potential abuse of power, reckless behavior and mentions of child abandonment
Turn up the heat
So, Clarke Griffin had been brought to the police station. Again.
None of the police officers present were in any way surprised by this.
First of all, Clarke was well-known to be a troublemaker. To be a thief, a drug user, to hang out with less than savory company.
And secondly? Of course, she had committed crime near their police station. Where they would be able to look after her.
The thirty officers heard that Clarke Griffin, the young, now twenty-four-year-old woman, who was all but begging to be thrown into prison, and were not surprised.
She obviously had committed this newest crime-stealing from a drug dealer, to get their attention, as usual.
The officers turned to each other and almost unanimously sighed.
They hated to say it, but they were going to have to start getting serious here. If people noticed that there was a criminal that was continually evading being put into prison? There would be questions.
So, the officers would have to take matters into their own hands.
The thirty of them had avoided allowing evidence on Clarke to get to the higher ups, so as to keep Clarke from being landed in prison.
But there were limits to their own reach.
That was why they were doing what they were about to do next.
Clarke thought this was going to be a "routine" visit.
That they would get rid of evidence and after they each took turns fucking Clarke's brains out, they'd let her go.
But that wasn't what was going to happen.
They had to protect Clarke.
They had no desire to see her get locked up permanently. So, they needed to have her under house arrest. Make it look like she was actually being punished for something.
They turned to where Clarke was seated, smirking at them like that adorable little shit she was.
Steve sighed. Clarke was not going to like this.
"Honey," Pepper said softly, glad that Sam had turned off the cameras in this interrogation room, "You're not going to like what we have to tell you. But there's something important you need to hear. You've caused too much trouble. And there are records of you having been arrested. There are multiple witnesses at multiple scenes of crimes that have seen you. People will start to ask questions if you aren't officially arrested and put away.
The smile fell from Clarke's face and she stared at the police officers who were her lovers.
She realized how serious this was.
Her lovers might actually get into serious trouble.
"I'm sorry," Clarke said, "I didn't mean to get you all into trouble."
Natasha chuckled quietly, "It's not us we're worried about."
At Clarke's confused look, Pepper explained, "Yes, we would be questioned. But since you should have been put in prison a long time ago because the first time we arrested you, it was for smuggling drugs, you could go to prison for a long, long time. Unless we work something out."
Clarke swallowed, feeling sweat begin to prickle at her brow. She hadn't realized how serious this was going to get.
"What exactly is going to be worked out?" Clarke asked, now nervous.
"Well," Peggy answered, "We can argue for your case. That you are dealing with trauma from mental abuse from your childhood, and that you'll be put away, but under house protection. And that we'll be the ones to monitor you."
Clarke did a double take. She stared at them, shocked.
That was what was going to happen? They were going to put her under house arrest, and they would guard her?
She said, snorting out a laugh, "I'm guessing you guys are going to be fucking me the whole time I'm held prisoner by you, too, right?"
Don't get Clarke wrong, she liked that her lovers had power over her. She liked it when they fucked her in their uniforms, demonstrating their power all the more. It was a serious turn-on. But she didn't like the idea of being under house arrest, at all.
"Only if you want us to," Melina answered, "But we have to come up with something, or you will be put in a real prison where we won't be able to protect you."
Clarke winced. Shit, this really was serious, wasn't it?
"Okay," Clarke pushed out, meeting each of her lovers' eyes carefully, "So, how do we do this?"
"Let us handle it," Pepper said, "We'll speak to the higher ups. Get them to agree to let us put you under house arrest under our supervision. You'll spend a maybe a few years there. We'll take care of you. And if you want to? We can have sex as much as you want."
Clarke let out a small chuckle. She was disturbed by this development, but she couldn't think of a reason why she shouldn't.
She didn't have any family. She had a few friends, and her job she was positive was going to fire her.
She didn't have any pets or plants, regardless of how much she wanted them. Her life had been one mostly of isolation, since before meeting her lovers, all because she couldn't handle the possibility of trusting other human beings.
This was all thanks to her mother, Abby Griffin, who had abandoned her, first chance the bitch had gotten.
So, Clarke supposed she had nothing to go back to if she agreed to this.
Elektra added, "Your friends will be able to visit you. And we'll make sure you get a new, well-paying job as soon as you're out, love."
Clarke nodded.
In a way, she knew she should be grateful. This was better than perhaps any potential inmate might get.
A safe home, good food, being protected and actual sex she wanted. She had heard some of the things that happened in prison and she would be very happy not to have any part of it.
And yes, she would want to continue to have sex with her lovers, even knowing that she was going to essentially be held captive by them.
They weren't going to force her. And she wanted to have sex with them still.
"Alright," Clarke sighed, nodding, "I'll do it. But," she gave her lovers a serious look, "Sexually speaking, all of you had better make it worth my time, got it?"
Several of them laughed; Carol, Jessica, Elektra, Steve, Tony, Yelena and Melina.
"Of course, my love," Wanda said, smiling, "We will."
Pepper and Bruce made their way to the higher ups to speak with them.
And everything was set up. Clarke officially was under house arrest.
And she was transported to a house near the water.
The city where they lived in, Los Angeles, was naturally, right near the water.
And there was a house that was rented out to the officers, where they would keep Clarke.
The number of years that the judge decided, was at the most, five years. And given that Clarke's lovers would be the ones reporting whether or not Clarke was on her best behavior, it was only a matter of time before she was allowed out of house arrest officially, for good behavior.
Now, between Clarke and her lovers? The "good behavior" thing would have to be fabricated.
Because it was Clarke and she loved being fucked by her lovers, loved teasing them, loved it when they dominated her.
So, the good behavior part was not actually an option.
Clarke and her lovers all knew this.
But they would play the part.
They took a leave of absence and set themselves up as the officers guarding Clarke in the house near the beach in Los Angeles.
They helped Clarke get settled in. They put the ankle monitor around Clarke's right ankle.
When they activated it, Clarke mumbled quietly, "I fucking hate these things."
"We know, honey," Bruce said, "But it's only temporary."
Clarke nodded, saying nothing though.
They kept the doors and windows locked, but assured Clarke, that the distance of the device on Clarke's ankle, wouldn't send a signal off to the rest of the station, if Clarke went near the ocean. It would only send out a signal, if Clarke walked far from the ocean, and where the house was located right in front of the ocean. She could walk as far as the shore and the ocean waves, and from left and right, about five feet each. But that was it. And the house itself, was huge, so, Clarke would have a lot of room to do what she wanted.
And of course, she had her thirty lovers looking after her there.
Almost as soon as Clarke was settled in and everything was put away in the house, Clarke had eagerly looked at her lovers, who had already switched off their bodycams.
Given that the prisoner was allowed to have her privacy-per the judge's agreement, the officers had turned their bodycams on, so nothing would be seen.
No one would see thirty officers of the law gangbanging a prisoner that was in their power.
"Did you bring the other stuff?" Clarke asked eagerly.
"You know we did, baby," Tony said, pulling out the boxes of birth control and the rolls and rolls of condoms.
Pepper placed down a large duffel bag that Clarke snickered at.
"I'm gonna just go ahead and assume that that bag is filled with containers of lube and sex toys?" Clarke asked, grinning.
"You know it is," Pepper said, smirking.
"What do you want to do next?" Bruce asked, smirking, as well, having a good idea, "Explore the house or fuck?"
"Banner," Clarke snorted, "What do you think?"
"I figured as much," Bruce said, chuckling.
"Who is going to fuck your brains out first, huh, baby?" Sam asked, inching closer as he and the others removed the switched off body cams.
"You and you," Clarke said, nodding to Laura and Wanda, "Strap-ons. Both of them in my cunt."
Both Laura and Wanda snorted as the others laughed.
"What are we going to do with you?" Frank said, smirking as he shook his head.
"I have a few ideas of what we could do with her," Jessica said, leaning back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest.
All of the officers present, had put their utility belts in a safe that was located in the basement of this house. Their only available weapon was their nightsticks.
Should their firearms ever be fired and any of their bullets used, it would be registered with their station. And there would be a question as to why those guns had been fired.
And of course, Clarke was supposed to not know the code to open the safe, since she was the "potentially dangerous prisoner," but yes, she knew. Like her lovers would keep anything from her.
And Clarke? She could think of a few uses of those nightsticks that her lovers had with them, that were on the table before her.
Especially since there were loads of containers of lube that had been brought.
"Fuck," Jessica snorted, "You're looking at the nightsticks. Woulda thought you got enough of those fucking you."
Clarke smirked as she looked at Jessica, feeling heat travel to between her legs, "I never do, if you're the ones wielding the nightsticks and jamming them in me."
There were a series of groans from Clarke's lovers.
"Fuck…," Yelena mumbled.
"Fuck me with the nightsticks," Clarke said, "After Laura and Wanda fuck me with the straps."
Laura facepalmed and Wanda chuckled, shaking her head.
"Clarke, you are impossible," Laura said, lowering her hand, "Alright, then."
She unzipped the bag, and she and Wanda pulled out the straps, Laura pulling out a thick, red strap, and Wanda a dark blue long strap.
They pulled their pants down, pulled the straps onto them, buckling them on, and they grabbed a container of lube, pulled it open and began lubing their straps up.
Natasha neared the table, smirking down at the series of nightsticks on the table.
"I get to be one of the people that's going to use a nightstick on you, malen'kiy," she said, her Russian nickname for Clarke, sending more excitement to Clarke's core.
Clarke gulped and nodded.
"Just one thing, though," Laura said, looking at Clarke, now that her strap was fully lubed up, "We always need a safeword. And especially now that you can't leave us for possibly five years."
Clarke snorted and rolled her eyes.
Of course.
"Fine," she grumbled, "Impatience."
All four Laura, Wanda, Jessica and Natasha snickered with laugher. Clarke was very animated in how she felt when she gave her safewords. She often showed just how she felt when she came up with a safeword.
"Good girl," Wanda said, "Now we can start."
Clarke reached down to her pants to undo them, but Wanda and Laura got to her first, putting their hands on her hands, holding them.
Clarke looked at them, startled.
"Don't move," Laura said, a dangerous warning in her tone as she smirked at the young woman before her.
Clarke swallowed and nodded. "Yes, mistress," she said, as Wanda reached down and undid Clarke's pants for her and started pushing them down.
When Clarke's pants were down around her ankles, Wanda and Laura started to push Clarke up against the wall, Clarke gasped as her back made contact with the wall, next to the bookcase stacked with all the books Clarke knew that her lovers knew she liked. She would have to thank them for that later.
And she gasped as she felt the heads of both the fake cocks begin to enter her cunt.
Wanda purred against Clarke as she pushed in, "I know you're already wet for your mommy and mistress."
Clarke groaned. Wanda was right, but at the "mommy" comment, Clarke could feel herself becoming unimaginably turned on and she felt herself getting wetter by the second. She knew she wouldn't last long.
It didn't help that behind Wanda and Laura, Natasha commented as she held a nightstick in her hands, beginning to lube it up, "Next up, I'm going to fuck her pussy with this."
It was going to be an eventful and most enjoyable five years here.