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Warnings for sexual assault, drug use, child abuse and abandonment
The foreboding words on your arm side-story: First experience
All of them knew that they needed to be careful in what they did next, as they carried the unconscious Clarke to the room that was to be her temporary home, until she was no longer dependent on cocaine.
They dropped Clarke down onto the bed, pulling her shoes off and pulled the covers over her body, up to her chin.
They then back out of the room, allowing Clarke to sleep.
Each of them looked at the surroundings of the room, then went back into their main rooms, watching as the door to Clarke's room closed.
They had tried to make the room as perfect as possible for her.
They made sure she had books, paints, paintbrushes, canvases, a TV with streaming, a fridge stocked with food and fresh water and tanks where she was to keep the animals that they would bring her.
Clarke loved animals-especially reptiles.
They intended to get her as many animals that she wanted, as long as they weren't dangerous to her and would live all that long, since they didn't want Clarke to deal with that much responsibility.
They wanted to give her everything.
And she would HAVE everything.
It would take some time before she would be happier or healthier than she was now.
Clarke wasn't well. She was easily intoxicated by cocaine, attracted to unhealthy things. Extremely unhealthy things.
They all knew that there was a huge price that they would have to pay for what they were doing right now.
They had understood what sort of relationship they would have with their soulmate, as soon as their soulmate marks formed on their arms.
Clarke was much younger than them-well, younger than most of them.
And when she'd been born, their soulmate marks had formed. And they had seen those words on their arms.
The first words Clarke was to ever say to them.
Words of fear and horror. Words of resistance. Pleas for them to leave her be.
They understood how predatory their relationship would be with her.
And when they found her and began to stalk her for two years, before finally approaching her? They realized that they needed to be predatory, if only for her own sake.
She practically lived on cocaine. She had unsatisfying sex with men and women alike who hit her and mistreated her sometimes. She didn't eat properly. She had one vegetable and two fruits one time every month, at the most.
And that was on only a good month.
Clarke would barely get any sleep sometimes.
She was just so haunted by what had been done to her. By the abandonment she had experienced because of her mother, and never taken in. Never knew a mother's love.
All of Clarke's mates went to their office, and looked at the screens, watching Clarke on the surveillance screens.
Clarke would have several hours before she woke up. And that was fine. They still wanted to watch her as she slept.
They knew that they needed to plan carefully now. They never wanted to hurt her. They couldn't hurt her, of course, as because soulmates couldn't physically hurt each other.
The only way a soulmate could hurt their soulmate, was if their soulmate was hurting them in some way.
And one of these ways, was sexual assault.
Clarke's mates knew that they would be providing Clarke with one of these ways for her to hurt them, if it was to defend herself.
When they were upon her, forcing her legs open and devouring her, fingering her, fucking her, they would be as tender and gentle as possible. However, their actions would provide Clarke with the chance to hurt them, even kill them, because the connection would deem the sexual assault as an attack-and it was an attack.
Clarke's mates wanted to be as gentle as possible with her. They wanted her first experience with them to be beautiful.
They quietly discussed who would be the first of them to have their way with Clarke, to please her.
They came to the decision that when Clarke woke up, the first six of them that would approach Clarke, would be Sam, Frank, Bruce, Carol, Luke and Elektra.
When Clarke woke up and they gently explained to her through the speakers that they were just trying to help her. That they wanted to take care of her.
Clarke understandably greeted their words with cynicism and hostility.
They explained that they would help her get better.
They wanted her to be happy-so happy.
What she obtained from cocaine? That was false happiness. It would never give her real happiness.
They discussed about what exactly they needed to do, to give Clarke a type of structure. To give her a way to be happy, without the numbing things that she had experienced.
Clarke's whole life had been bad experiences.
They wanted to give her nothing but pleasurable experiences.
Endless pleasurable experiences.
This was why they were doing what they were doing.
Clarke would hate them, and that was more than understandable.
They wished to sexually pleasure her endlessly, make sure she was fed well. Made sure she slept well. Made sure she was safe, happy and healthy.
And some part of them hated themselves for what they were about to do, but they needed her pleasure.
Her pleasure was like food for them.
All of them hungered to hear her moans, listen to her cries.
The first six of them brought the bag full of the box of birth control pills, lube, and strap-ons, and went into the room with her.
And after they forced Clarke to take the birth control pill, and as Carol, Sam, Elektra, Frank, Luke and Bruce closed in on Clarke and Clarke backed away from them, legs hitting her bed, and the first six of Clarke's mates fell upon her, like a pack of starved wolves descending upon their prey, many of them; Tony, Steve, Natasha, Clint, Laura, Hela, Thor, Wanda, Pietro-all of them, watched, listening to Clarke's cries, screams, shrieks and moans of pleasure.
Many of them groaned, listening to Clarke's cries, cries that were torn from her throat, between her pleas for them to stop.
They watched, and listened, hungry.
She knew that all six Carol, Luke, Elektra, Frank, Sam and Bruce were addicted to her screams just as much as they were.
Wanda listened to Clarke's howls and imagined having Clarke chained to the bed and just burying her face in Clarke's pussy and lick Clarke until Clarke passed out from pleasure, screaming for her mommy-"mommy, no more!" And then Wanda would devour Clarke even more, watching as Clarke drooled and lost her mind.
Natasha smirked as Clarke arched, thrashing on the bed as she was preyed upon. The thought of fucking Clarke over the bed, holding Clarke down and getting cries from Clarke as Natasha fucked her pussy with a strap.
Clint watched, licking his lips, imagining flipping Clarke over and sticking his tongue in her asshole, thrashing his tongue, making Clarke cry out and rubbing her cunt against the bed as her asshole was stimulated.
Each of them had their own filthy fantasy of what they wanted to do to her.
And every single action would bring more and more pleasure from Clarke.
Yes, Clarke would resist. Yes, Clarke would be scared and plead with them not to.
But she would be taken over with pleasure. Only pleasure. She would feel no pain, no loneliness, no sadness, no emptiness.
Just pleasure.
Watching Clarke twisting and screaming, eyes rolling up in her head as Bruce, Frank, Sam, Elektra, Carol and Luke violated her, they knew that the most prominent thing she was feeling at this moment? Was pleasure.
What was Clarke screaming with, when they sucked at her, violated her, was pleasure.
Just pleasure.
And all they would subject to her? All they would give her, tearing the memory of her mother abandoning her to pieces? Would be pleasure.
They wanted to give her everything. And they were going to give her everything, even if she screamed for them to stop the whole time.
Even though they knew what they were doing was wrong, all that mattered to them, was that they made sure Clarke's first experience with them, made her scream in ecstasy.