Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100
Warnings for normalized sexual assault, unhealthy relationships and gang rape
For plot reasons, all five America Chavez, Kate Bishop, Kamala Khan, Peter Parker and MJ Watson have been aged up. They're all twenty-one or twenty. Except for Kate Bishop, she's twenty-three.
This takes place before the long story, "Time to play the who, where and what game!" So, Clarke and her mates don't know yet that Clarke's infertile.
Providing entertainment for the night
Clarke was gripping at the sides of the dining room table, as she felt the long, thick strap work her cunt from behind.
Christine Palmer held her by the hips and was thrusting into Clarke hard. Clarke didn't really need to grip onto the table, since the moment she tried to struggle, her wrists would be grabbed by Stephen Strange and Eddie Brock and she'd be restrained for Christine to fuck her harder.
But in the meantime?
Clarke gasped out as she was pounded into, "Mommy-ah, mommy, I can't anymore."
"You can and you will, slut," Christine sneered, reaching her left hand back and spanking Clarke's ass, and the naked blonde between Christine and the table gasped, "Shut up and moan more for mommy."
She railed Clarke harder.
Clarke's actual soulmates, twenty-seven people that more or less owned the employees that were railing Clarke, and criminals that were extremely powerful and no one would be able to touch them legally, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Natasha Romanoff, Frank Castle, Jessica Jones, Luke Cage, Danny Rand, Elektra Natchios, Clint Barton, his wife Laura Barton, Bernard "Barney" Barton, his wife Simone Barton, James Rhodes-called "Rhodey," Carol Danvers, Steve Rogers, Hela Odinsdotter, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson, Sylvie Laufeyson, Sam Wilson, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, Brunnhilde, Melina Vostokoff, Yelena Belova and Maria Hill, were at the main compound, looking after things, and looking after the main house where they and Clarke lived.
In the meantime, Clarke was staying at an additional house, where she was being watched by her "babysitters."
Now, Clarke had no longer taken drugs for years. And Clarke's mates would never isolate her from the rest of her life.
But they also knew that sometimes Clarke backslid. And they had seen how Clarke would recently see the occasional druggie around the city and watch said druggie sniffle, with a blissed out expression on their face and they'd see Clarke watch the druggie hungrily almost.
It just made them nervous.
Which was why they had their employees watch Clarke tonight.
And well…provide some entertainment for her, as well.
Clarke's mates also weren't jealous or controlling in that particular way. If Clarke wanted to get fucked by people who were not her mates, as long as the people that were fucking her, didn't hurt her, were actively trying to please her and weren't carrying any sexually transmitted infections, then Clarke's mates were fine with it.
However, in this case, Clarke was realizing that she might have bitten off more than she could chew.
Clarke's "babysitters," that consisted of Eddie Brock, Anne Weying and Dan Lewis-all of which were soulmates, Stephen Strange and Christine Palmer-soulmates, Peggy Carter and Sif and Jane Foster-all of which were soulmates, Peter Quill, Gamora and Nebula-all soulmates, Scott Lang and Hope van Dyne-soulmates, Peter Parker, Felicia Hardy and MJ Watson-soulmates. Kamala Khan, America Chavez and Kate Bishop-all three soulmates and Dottie Underwood, who's soulmate wasn't here.
When Clarke had seen all five America, Kate, Peter, MJ and Kamala approach her, when the others had decided to fuck her, Clarke had outright said, "Hold it, how old are those five?"
MJ had laughed and assured Clarke, "Don't worry, we're all adults. Peter and I am twenty-one." She nodded to Kate as she said, "Kate's twenty-three." She then gestured to America and Kamala. "Those two are twenty."
Clarke felt slightly grateful, but then felt ridiculous. Because she was already overlooking regular sexual assault.
And she was worried about whether or not some of the people about to rape her, were teenagers?
It wasn't a small thing, no, but considering she was the one about to be assaulted, she knew it was a bit ridiculous.
Still, she couldn't help her relief.
So, the babysitters didn't even wait for Clarke's consent-no surprise there, and they grabbed her, pinning her to the wall, pulling her clothes off and groping her.
They were planning on fucking Clarke's brains out until Clarke's mates returned for the night.
Eddie had had Clarke on his lap first, having her back to his chest and riding his cock, bouncing her up and down as her arms were tied behind her back and Kamala played with Clarke's breasts.
As this happened, Stephen had shoved his length down Clarke's throat.
A risky move, they all knew.
Clarke's mates had made it clear to the babysitters, that if Clarke chose to hurt them in any way, when they forced themselves on Clarke, Clarke would be perfectly in the right to. And any retaliation from the ones that Clarke hurt or from any of the babysitters, would be punished over a thousand times more by Clarke's mates.
So, if Clarke chose to bite Stephen's cock, even to the point that she bit it off? There was to be no consequences for such an action.
If Clarke bit someone who was sexually assaulting her, biting so hard that she bit something off? Clarke's mates-even if they were the ones that were bitten, would react simply by saying, albeit, saying it with great pain, "That's…understandable, baby. We get it. We deserved that."
However, nothing happened.
Clarke moaned as Eddie worked her cunt and clit, sucking Strange off.
Then Peggy had Clarke on her lap, Clarke facing her and riding Peggy's fist. Peggy pulled Clarke close, and made sure Clarke drank some milk from Peggy's breast.
Clarke was overstimulated by that point and tried to pull away, but Peggy held her close and Clarke kept drinking her mommy's milk as Peggy fisted her.
After Clarke came, Peggy grinded herself against Clarke's right leg, coming against it.
Then Sif, Jane and Hope all took turns fucking Clarke doggystyle on the couch with their straps.
Then Scott sat on the coffee table, and Peggy and Eddie picked Clarke up and dropped Clarke on Scott's lap, as he unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.
Clarke was then riding him, moaning as Scott instructed her to ride her daddy.
They all knew that Clarke was taking birth control pills. None of them were concerned with coming inside of her.
After Clarke clenched around Scott, and Scott moaned, coming inside Clarke, Clarke was carried to the dining room table, where she was placed over it, and those that hadn't had the chance to fuck Clarke, went at her.
Gamora went first. Then Nebula. Then Peter Quill. Then Felicia. Then MJ. Then Kamala. Then America. Kate.
Now it was Christine's turn.
Clarke screamed against the table as she came around Christine's cock, clenching hard around it.
"Fuck," Christine moaned, "Our beautiful little slut."
Clarke's legs shook at the feeling of Christine's fingers ruthlessly stroking her clit.
She heard Christine gasp behind her and knew that Christine was coming too.
When both their climaxes and orgasms subsided, Christine moved back, pulling her strap out of Clarke.
But Clarke knew it wasn't over. And this awareness was confirmed when Eddie and Stephen pulled Clarke along the dining table, and slowly flipped her over onto her back.
Clarke was on her back now, looking up at the dining room ceiling.
Clarke heard Dottie's voice as the woman stood between Clarke's legs.
"Mommy's turn to eat out this delicious pussy!" Dottie crooned, grabbing Clarke's legs and spreading them, bending her head down and burying her face in Clarke's cunt, licking away hungrily at Clarke's clit and vaginal opening.
Clarke screamed, coming hard and fast.
"Already?" Dottie laughed, "Really, now." She ate Clarke out again and again, making Clarke cum two more times. Then she climbed up on top of the table and on top of Clarke, and rubbed her clothed cunt along Clarke's bare one, rubbing their cunts together, until they came together.
Dottie, smirking down at Clarke, leaned down and kissed Clarke's throat as she whispered, "Don't worry, I'll give you way more mommy love later when I have the chance."
She then crawled off of Clarke, removing herself entirely from the dining room table, as Peter approached the table.
Peter climbed up onto the table and hovered over Clarke, appearing timid at first, but then started unzipping his pants and undoing his belt. He opened his pants enough to pull his cock out as he lowered himself down onto Clarke.
Clarke was too weak to even drag herself away. Besides, Eddie and Stephen would have restrained her if she even tried.
Peter held her down as his length entered her.
Clarke gasped and felt him rock back and forth into her gently, hearing him pant out, "mommy" as he did.
Clarke clenched around him and he came inside her and slowly pulled himself away from her.
As Clarke tried to recover, she heard a few familiar chuckles and looked over weakly at the doorway to the kitchen, seeing her mates watching, with amusement all over their faces.
"Hope you don't mind, baby," Dottie said, "Your mates got back here a few minutes ago. They watched when I started fucking you. And didn't stop me."
"Why should we have stopped you?" Elektra asked, smirking and her smirk became a real smile of approval, when she saw Nebula and Christine walking over to the dining table, Nebula carrying a glass of water and Christine carrying some chocolate and bread.
"Yeah," Frank said, snickering, "Looks like you made her feel real good."
"Did they hurt you, dorogoya?" Natasha asked Clarke softly, her green eyes staying on Clarke as she asked this.
Clarke was barely able to push the words out, after Nebula poured water down her throat. "No," she admitted, "They didn't. I'm fine. Just…need a while to recover."
"We bet," Bruce chuckled, "It's okay. We'll take you back home and you are going to have a very long night's rest."
"Yeah," Tony said, sharing a grin with Natasha, "But rest well. In a few days? After you've had a few days to rest up? We're going to take our turns with you."
Clarke shivered slightly in understanding, as Christine pulled off a piece of the chocolate to feed to the younger woman.
She got it. The "babysitters" could have their fun.
But in a few days' time, after Clarke got her strength back, her mates were going to…reclaim their prey.