Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100
Warnings for normalized sexual assault and dubious morality and unhealthy relationships
Let us give you what your body wants
Clarke's mates would always give her what she wanted. In every way possible. And of course, that included what Clarke's body wanted.
Clarke got up from where she'd been sleeping in her bed, yawning. She felt pressure against her body. She felt someone lying their head against her back and a head lying against her left leg.
She said quietly, not looking to see who it was that was lying against her, "I need to get up and go to the bathroom."
There were a couple of accommodating mumbles and she felt them move back from her body, allowing her to get up from the bed.
She recognized the voices when she'd heard the mumbles.
Natasha and Yelena.
She went to the bathroom. She closed the door and quickly went to the toilet.
She was trying not to think about how her body had reacted to Natasha and Yelena's ministrations, the way she reacted always to her lovers…to the people that had kept her against her will and raped her.
She knew now that she no longer was taking cocaine or any sort of drug like that, they would leave her, if that was what she told them to do.
They had made it clear that should she give them to the police, they wouldn't stop her. They would even admit to their crimes, if that was what she wanted. And if she commanded them to do it, they'd leave her. And if she told them to kill themselves for her pleasure? Then they'd take knives and start carving their chests open, pulling their hearts out, severing those hearts from their veins and would place said hearts onto the floor at Clarke's feet, before they died.
Clarke knew that they would do this, the moment she said she wanted them to do it.
But first? Clarke would have to tell them that that was what she indeed wanted.
If they were to do anything, she would have to tell them this first. Her wish would be their command, but only after she said her wish.
This was the same for her time at college, her pets, her job and her friends.
They would keep out of her way and make sure that she had time with her friends, her job, her college-everything. They encouraged her, in fact, to make more new connections, happy she had more friends in her ever-growing circle of people she cared about and who cared about her.
This, however, was not extended to the rest of her relationship with them.
Particularly in sex.
When it came to food and water and sleep, they would take control the moment she was being too unhealthy.
Not enough sleep? They'd fuck her till she would pass out.
She hadn't eaten enough healthy foods, they'd edge her and not give her release, until she ate some of the more healthy foods that she enjoyed-they never forced healthy foods on her that they knew she didn't enjoy, only the ones she actually liked. And only after she ate those foods, would they give her release.
And sex in general? Well, sex in general, she had almost no choice in.
Clarke left the bathroom after she was finished, still wringing her somewhat still wet hands even after she'd dried them.
She reached the bed and felt arms wrap around her waist, pulling her onto the mattress, and she wasn't the least bit surprised, when she was pinned down onto her back, two mouths on her; one mouth suckling at her left nipple, the other at her right nipple, suckling at her breasts through her shirt, and she felt two hands move under her shorts and underwear, four fingers entering her cunt; Clarke didn't have to look down to know what was happening. Both Natasha and Yelena were fingering her at the same time, thumbs brushing against Clarke's clit as she arched up and writhed under her assailants.
This was far from abnormal for them. This was actually very tame next to most of what her mates would do to her.
Four days later? This was proven also to be the case.
When her daddy, Bruce and her mommies, Wanda and Elektra had fucked her against her will after she had masturbated, but hadn't finished.
Four days ago…she'd had her hands in her pants, fingering herself and she'd cum on her fingers as she pressed herself up against the wall, but she hadn't finished.
Funny, you'd think that she always was physically satisfied, given how much her mates made her cum, but she still needed more, apparently.
She pulled her hand out of her pants, mildly ashamed. It was like her body just couldn't get enough.
Clarke sighed, stepping away from the wall.
It was only then that she realized she had been watched, when she heard Elektra's voice chuckling behind her, "Now, sweetie, we all know that you need to get off more than that."
Clarke whirled around, startled.
Elektra, Bruce and Wanda were standing there, with lecherous smiles on their faces.
"Don't you want more?" Wanda asked, smiling softly at the younger woman.
Clarke tried not to shudder. But the shudder wasn't from fear. Not exactly.
She knew that Wanda, Bruce and Elektra knew her body, far better than she knew it. All of her mates did and all of their servants did.
They knew how much she needed.
And she knew that they were going to give her body what it needed.
"Don't-" she began to plead, but she knew it was no good.
She ached for more. And Wanda, Bruce and Elektra were going to give her more.
So, it wasn't a surprise to her at all, when all three Elektra, Wanda and Bruce lunged, Bruce grabbing her arms and holding them behind her back, as Wanda and Elektra began to undress her, the three of them caging her in between them.