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Warnings for normalized rape and unhealthy relationships

Your average day

An average day between Clarke Griffin and her mates, should anyone ask? Consisted of your various odd and…perhaps unhinged moments.

Clarke had more or less gotten used to not wearing pants or shorts in certain parts of the house, over the months, knowing that in those locations she'd be fucked instantly against her will.

However, there were certain parts of the house where "fucking time," was off limits, since Clarke enjoyed her time there without distraction. These places were the library and Clarke's rooms full of pets that she looked after, among others.

But Clarke usually walked around in the other places around the large house, without pants or shorts-sometimes even without underwear.

One of these instances was on the stairs, of all places.

She was walking up along the stairs, and she spotted Pietro sitting there, and assumed that since it was the damn stairs, nothing would happen. That was foolish on her part, of course. Because stairs or not? It was still Pietro Maximoff.

Which meant that as soon as she was walking along the stairs, and going by him, just as she was about to reach the top of the stairs, Pietro leaned back, and grabbed Clarke's waist, pulling her down, so that she was forced to straddle his face, and she had to grab at the banister of the stairs, riding him, as he licked at her, ignoring her whimpers for him to stop.

He laughed into her cunt as he licked, enjoying her pleas.

All Clarke could do was gasp and moan as she was forced to ride Pietro's face.

Another incident, was when Clarke tried to do the dishes.

Clarke's mates did not like it when Clarke tried to do household chores. They wanted to take care of everything for her, so that she never had to worry about a thing.

And while she naturally assumed there was also some sort of power thing going on there, she didn't mind most of the time. But she tried to do some now, just to get them out of the way.

Sylvie and Wanda walked in on her while she was doing this, and they quickly sauntered over to her, grabbed her and forced her away from the sink, dragging her to the dining room table.

They pushed her down onto her stomach as she squirmed, and held her bare legs apart.

Sylvie pulled down her pants and forced Clarke's face into her cunt.

"Time to lick mommy, slut," Sylvie cooed, "If you're going to make me happy in any way, it's by making mommy feel good, not doing the dishes like some servant."

Clarke, as always, was unable to help but give in as soon as she heard "mommy."

So, she began licking at Sylvie's cunt obediently. Which allowed Wanda to pull down Clarke's underwear and step between Clarke's legs, lifting up her leather skirt, pulling out a container of lube, uncapping the container, squirting some lube out and rubbing it all over the large red strap-on that Wanda had on her, under her skirt. When her strap was completely lubed up, she placed the container of lube down, grabbed Clarke's hips, and pressed the head of the strap against Clarke's cunt, and pushed in fast and hard, up to the hilt.

Clarke screamed into Sylvie's cunt as the strap filled her out and stroked her clit.

The pleasured sound brought cruel laughs from both Wanda and Sylvie.

Sometimes after breakfast or after lunch or after dinner, for Clarke specifically, it was usually after she had some dessert, her mates would tell her that it was time for "their dessert," and would undo their pants, making it clear to Clarke that it was time for her to sit on their cocks and strap-ons.

Clarke also knew that she didn't have a choice.

So, after she saw all of them lube up their cocks and straps, she would sigh, get up from the table and move to the person closest to her, pulling down her pants and underwear and got ready to start riding.

Then there was that time when Clarke went with Frank and Jessica up to that trail near the park in Frank's car, and when night fell, and Clarke was snuggling between her two mates, she felt sexually slightly excited, and Frank and Jessica, being Clarke's mates, instantly sensed that, and of course, that meant for them, that they would need to follow through with making Clarke feel completely satisfied.

This led to them pinning her onto the hood of the car, tearing her clothes off, holding her down, as both Frank and Jessica fingered her, stretching her cunt out as Frank thrust three fingers into her and Jessica thrust two into the blonde, stroking the blonde's clit with their thumbs.

The park was more or less deserted by that point, so when Clarke had screamed her lungs out when Jessica and Frank had done that, no one heard.

She had had to wonder if Jessica and Frank had planned that.

After they forced Clarke to cum, Frank had unzipped his pants and while he and Jessica held Clarke's legs open, Frank thrust into Clarke hard, balls deep and began riding Clarke hard on the hood of the car, making the car rock back and forth and making Clarke cry out and arch off of the hood's metal, eyes rolling in her head.

She clenched around Frank and Frank came inside her, then when she finally released her hold on his cock, he pulled out of her and Jessica pushed down her pants and began riding Clarke, as well, grinding her cunt against Clarke's cunt, cooing to Clarke that her "mommy and daddy" would take care of her.

Clarke came hard at that, just at the word, "mommy," as she was being ridden.

Jessica had laughed at that, feeling Clarke's convulsions, but continued to grind against Clarke, the two of them coming together the next time, and Jessica lay against Clarke, nuzzling into the younger woman's neck.

Then there was of course, what was happening now.

Clarke had known that her mates didn't like it when she did your average menial chore.

Now, if Clarke had made it clear that she enjoyed doing those chores, she was almost positive her mates would have allowed her to do those chores.

But honestly, she had no great love for the types of things they didn't like her doing around the house.

She saw them as what they were-chores.

Cleaning, cooking, dishes, laundry. She had no real interest in them, she just saw them as things that needed to be done occasionally.

So, when Natasha, Yelena and Melina caught her trying to mop the floor, recognizing that there was still some sticky substance from the food that they'd eaten last night that had been trudged across the kitchen floor and had gone to get the mop, Clarke had known, as soon as she saw the three older women in the doorway, spotting her getting the mop, that she was going to get fucked.

"Shit," she grumbled, as all three Natasha, Yelena and Melina pounced.

Clarke was soon on Melina's lap, with Lap seated on the chair next to the dining room table, and Clarke felt Melina begin to reach between her legs.

Melina pushed her hand under Clarke's thin pants and underwear and began to finger the younger woman in her lap.

Clarke moaned, feeling one digit after another entering her cunt.

"Shh," Melina purred, pulling Clarke closer around the waist, her left arm there, while Melina's right hand began pumping in and out of Clarke's cunt.

Clarke gasped, closing her eyes as she felt a pair of hands, grabbing her breasts and fondling them.

She knew that it was Yelena who was groping her breasts from behind, because she felt a hand cup her chin and heard Natasha's voice right in front of her.

Natasha said, and Clarke practically heard the snicker in the redhead's voice, "Trying to clean up, malyshka? I don't think so. Naughty slut. We do all the work. We'll have Bruce or Clint clean that floor later. You relax, and just enjoy yourself." With that Clarke heard her go silent, then gasped when she felt Natasha kiss her, her mouth open, allowing Natasha's tongue to dart inside, stroking Clarke's tongue, as Yelena groped her breasts and as Clarke was forced to ride Melina's hand.

Nothing to see here, just your average day-if you were Clarke Griffin, anyway.

Author's note

I literally just wrote this, lol.