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"Office Plaything" side story:
With the flip of a switch
Clarke shuddered against the table as the sensations running throughout her pussy were becoming unbearable, and she gripped the edge of the table in front of her.
She could feel yet another climax approaching.
She'd been overstimulated like this for nearly an hour now. She was seated between Bruce and Elektra, feeling the large, thick, purple vibrator inside her moving back and forth, the ridges all over it rubbing against her vaginal walls. She was wearing a black skirt, that was just covering where the toy was inside, concealing it. And the toy kept pounding up into her, all thanks to the people controlling the remote control of the vibrator.
Clarke groaned into the room, the people around her not paying any attention to her moans and groans.
In Clarke's haze, she could make out several snickers and smirks, but none of her lovers paid any attention besides that, to her cries.
The blinds of both the windows to the office, that the rest of the office could see from, and the windows looking out over the city of Phoenix, Arizona, were closed, so that no one could see Clarke Griffin having her brains fucked out by her lovers with just the flip of a switch.
Across from her, Wanda, who was the one currently handling the remote control to the vibrator, smirked at Clarke and turned up the settings even more.
Clarke screamed this time, bucking her hips back and forth helplessly, her eyes shutting tightly, as she felt the toy stimulating her clit and sending her right over the edge.
She screamed as she came hard.
Wanda didn't relent, if anything, she handed the remote over to the person next to her-her brother, Pietro.
Pietro laughed and began cruelly moving the settings back and forth, causing Clarke to steady her hips one moment, then start rolling her hips helplessly nonstop, the next.
Clarke could stop this, and she knew it.
While her lovers had ordered her to keep her hands on the table where they could see her hands, so as to make sure that Clarke couldn't pull the toy out of herself, there was a safeword in place.
All Clarke had to do was say the word, "lawsuit," and the vibrating would stop, and the toy would be taken right out of her.
But Clarke wasn't sure she could stop. Not now, anyway.
Her body was possessed practically by the pleasure that was being unleashed on her, and all she could do was follow through with what her body wanted.
Pietro suddenly put up the settings to the highest possible level, and Clarke was hurtling back and forth against the table, screaming as she came again.
Pietro handed the remote to the person next to him-Natasha.
This went on and on-as Clarke expected.
Next was Steve, then Tony, then Pepper, then Carol. And all the others.
But still, her brains were being fucked out quite efficiently.
Clarke gripped the table particularly hard, when a particularly harsh and powerful climax and orgasm hit her, and she screamed loudly again.
She learned, several minutes later who was responsible for that, when she heard Laura laugh cruelly into the room, "Oh, sorry, Clarke, did I break you?"
Clarke would have laughed, if she was physically able to at the moment.
She was in for a long day. And she knew her lovers had just gotten started.
Author's note:
Very short, very pointless. Just felt like the "Office side story," fics needed more stories.