Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100

Warnings for normalized sexual assault and unhealthy relationships

The foreboding words on your arm side-story: Keeping her satisfied

Clarke took a deep breath as she stepped out onto the stage, getting ready to make moves around the pole in front of her.

Usually, she wore thin clothing to show off her curves, her ass, her breasts and even a patch where you could almost see her cunt.

But now? She wore slightly thicker and heavier clothing. For a very specific reason.

Clarke ignored the cheers and the perverted cries below, as she was watched by the many attendees of this club.

She was far from the only dancer here, but she likely was the only dancer who had a vibrator inside her cunt, a butt plug in her ass and two vibrators on her nipples.

She could feel the low hum, and relieved that her mates were keeping the vibrators on a low.

She began to practically hump the pole she was against, as she danced, jaw clenching, trying to keep herself from coming on the toy in her pussy-then again, maybe these people would like that.

Clarke could see them in the back of this room-her mates. The lights were dimmed to make the mood more suggestive, but Clarke could see to the back of the room. She saw the large table where all her mates were seated. Between them, someone had the remote controls to the vibrators on her nipples and the two vibrators inside her.

Thankfully, they were keeping the hum down.

Clarke spun and spread her legs as she did, desperately hoping that no one could see the bulge in her pants-then again, perhaps that would give these people other suggestive thoughts that they would be willing to pay for having played out.

Occasionally, during her dance, she'd feel the vibrators become faster and she gasped almost pumping her hips at the sensations, but thankfully, did not.

When her round at the stage was over, she quickly headed to her room, grabbing up all the money that had been flung onto the stage at her, many by men but many by women as well, who had watched her hungrily, and kept her money safe.

Clarke had to admit that the more older women that showed up here and eyed her hungrily, sometimes looking like they'd like to devour her, she couldn't say that she wasn't turned on by that, even without the vibrators on her and in her.

If any of those older women had let her call them "mommy," she couldn't help but be ashamed to admit-she would let them do whatever they wanted to do to her.

Clarke got to her room and closed the door.

Almost as soon as she was inside, the vibrators suddenly went way, way faster.

Clarke cried out, dropping the money onto her desk, and gripping the edge of the desk, her eyes squeezing close.

The toys were moving fast and hard. The bumps all along the vibrator in her cunt, rubbing all along her vaginal walls, rubbing her clit and she whimpered as the vibrations went faster.

Her mates most likely had realized she had gotten to her room, which she used to get her things and leave for the night. Which meant that they were making sure to fuck her with those vibrators, now that she was away from prying eyes.

There was loud music playing and no one was nearby, no one would hear her cry out.

There were a strict series of rules Clarke had set out for her mates. And one of them? They were not touch her sexually in any way while she was at the club.

When her mates had forced these items on her and sent her on her way to the club, warning her that if she removed the items, they would fuck her even harder, they had gotten around that rule.

They weren't touching her at all. But they were fucking her, alright.

Clarke had no idea who was using the remote controls right now, but they were moving the remotes fast. Real fast.

Clarke screamed as she felt something snap in her and her hips lurched forward and she came, her hands making the desk shake.

But the vibrating didn't stop.

Clarke screamed and screamed with each climax.

Clarke was barely able to stumble out of her room with her things and her money, a half hour later, and went outside, where her mates were waiting for her with their vehicles.

"Ready to go home, love?" Natasha asked as she stepped over, handing the vibrator in her hand to Tony, who gave Clarke a slimy smirk.

"Yeah," Clarke groaned, nodding, as Natasha took her by the hand and led her to the van.

Clarke saw the other vibrators' remotes.

Frank and Jessica had them.

They each got into their vehicles, and Clarke got into the car with Natasha, Frank, Jessica and Tony.

Clarke was seated between Frank and Jessica as Natasha went to the driver's seat and Tony sat next to her. Frank and Jessica made sure that Clarke had her seatbelt on. Then they drove to their house.

All the while?

Tony, Jessica and Frank put the vibrations of the vibrators up several notches.

And Clarke bucked against her seatbelt, hips pumping as the toys violated her, crying out in pleasure as the toys stimulated her fast, feeling her next climax breaking her.

There were a series of chuckles in the car.

"As soon as we get back, baby girl?" Frank said, "We're gonna take those vibrators out of you, and start thrusting into you ourselves."

Natasha chuckled, her tone filthy with her next words, "The only length you're going to get inside you when we get home, malyshka, is going to be my biggest strap-on. Will fuck you good."

Clarke couldn't help the moan that left her at that, as the vibrators in her increased their speed, and the vibrator in her cunt, hit her clit at a certain angle and she squirmed against the leather seat, screaming loudly in the car, earning several pleased laughs.

"Well," Tony said, sharing a grin with Natasha when they stopped at a traffic light, "I guess we know that we're able to keep her satisfied, even when we're not touching her."