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(Part of my zombie Clarke stories)

Comforting mistress Laura

While Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton were busy getting information from Fury about a mission, Clarke was doing her….duty. She'd laugh at anyone who said it was duty. She happily was doing it.

Laura Barton was left on her own at the house. Well, also with Nathaniel, since he wasn't old enough for school and he was watching cartoons at the moment. Which left Clarke and Laura some time alone.

The baby monitor was in the room with Nathaniel and the other monitor was with Clarke and Laura.

And at the moment, Laura was being comforted by Clarke, with her other romantic partner soulmate and Natasha busy. Or rather, Laura was taking what she wanted from Clarke.

Laura had Clarke pinned against a wall, Clarke's chest to the wall, pinned up to it, Laura savagely thrusting the strap-on she had on her, into Clarke's pussy from behind. Laura groaned into Clarke's blonde hair as she went pounding away.

Laura's hand was between Clarke's legs, rubbing Clarke's clit as she thrust up into the younger woman.

They had begun only a few minutes ago, and it wasn't long before Laura began speaking dirtily in Clarke's ear, as Clarke knew the older woman would.

Laura groaned into Clarke's ear, "You know, tell Clint or Natasha this and I'll keep a butt plug in you for days, but I'm sort of glad that they're not here. That means I have your tight, wet, warm hole to myself."

Clarke moaned at Laura's filthy words. Laura continued, "You know, given how many times we've all fucked you, you'd think you'd be spread wide enough to take all of us inside you. But you're still so tight." She grinned against Clarke's hair as she thrust up into Clarke harder and harder, making Clarke cry out against the wall, "And you know, I like you just like this. Such a tight kitten for your masters to fuck."

Clarke whimpered, clawing at the wall as she was railed by Laura.

She was suddenly pulled off the wall and tossed onto the bed, Laura still inside her, fucking Clarke now over the foot of the bed, making Clarke cry out and moan into the bed's covers.

Laura laughed, groaning as she talked, "How about we leave some of your pussy juice here for Clint and Natasha to find? See what they've been missing getting to lick up."

Clarke moaned, feeling that something that was coiling up inside her, something she knew very well and had experienced many times before, and knew just needed one last incentive to shoot through her.

And Laura knew it, because her hand that had been stroking Clarke's clit, twisted Clarke's clit suddenly, just as she thrust one particularly vicious thrust into Clarke's cunt, making Clarke scream, eyes rolling up into her head, hips bucking against the bed, feeling herself clenching around Laura's strap.

She shook as she slowly opened her eyes and heard Laura growl into her ear, "I know your sex drive, kitten. We both know you can go several more times. Unless you don't want to, but if you don't, use your safe word."

Clarke shook her head, recovering fast, "No, mistress. It's fine, I swear. Please, I can go many more times again. Promise, mistress Laura."

Laura smiled against Clarke's collared neck as she began to pull out, then thrust back into Clarke's depths again, stroking Clarke's clit.

Clarke had zombie stamina, which meant she could go for several rounds. Laura had always had a high sex drive. Her sex drive wasn't as big or strong as Natasha's was, but that was because Natasha was younger and had the super soldier serum in her system, which made Natasha age slower and had the fastest metabolism in the world. But Laura still had an unusually high sex drive for a regular human. So they went at it for a while.

Laura pounded and fucked Clarke five more times, eight more times, eleven more times, fifteen more times.

Till finally, both women slumped, boneless, against the bed, Laura still buried in Clarke.

Laura groaned against Clarke breathlessly, "Good kitten."

Clarke whined only as she rested her head against the bed.

When they heard a noise from the monitor, which was Natey laughing, both Laura and Clarke lifted their heads.

"I probably should have asked this before," Clarke said, suddenly realizing what she forgot to ask when Laura had first pinned her to the wall, "But that monitor, it's not two-way, is it?"

Laura laughed against Clarke and the sound made warmth spread through Clarke's stomach.

"Clarke," Laura said, finally using her sub's actual name, "For all the years that Clint and I have been married, do you really, think that we wouldn't make sure that none of them heard what we were doing? And that if we had a baby monitor in there with some of them, that we wouldn't make sure that the connection on our end was turned off so that they couldn't hear what Clint and I did together?"

Clarke actually laughed, realizing how ridiculous her question had been. Because no shit Laura and Clint had used precautions.

The two of them, even before Clarke had entered their lives, had always had a very…eventful sex life. For goodness sake, they had six children! Clarke was honestly surprised that they didn't have more. So they would have had to take precautions to make sure the kids didn't hear anything, while also making sure that the kids were safe themselves.

Laura gradually pulled the strap out of Clarke, making the blonde whimper. Laura unbuckled the strap and let it drop with a lewd, wet plop on the wooden floor.

Laura said, helping Clarke up off the bed, "Come on, sweetie. Let's get you some water and chocolate. You need some sugar."

"You mean besides the sugar you gave me already?" Clarke teased, grinning at Laura, her grin widening at Laura's aggravated look.

"Very funny, kitten," Laura said, cupping Clarke's chin and kissing her sub deeply.

Clarke moaned into the kiss as Laura's other hand cupped between Clarke's legs and allowed Clarke to grind against her palm, moaning louder as she felt another orgasm tear through her quickly.

Clarke had always been her romantic partner soulmates' fuck toy. Always would be. It was exactly how she wanted it to be.

The very first time she, Laura and Clint had had sex, which had been a year after Clarke's capture, the two of them more or less had "broken her in," by pinning her to the bed, Clint had rammed into her and Laura had taken a strap-on and had fucked her cunt as well, both her and Clint sharing the same hole and ramming into Clarke all night, railing her like a couple of dogs in heat pounding their bitch till she was unconscious.

That thought had been particularly vulgar, sure, but that had been the thought that had run through Clarke's brain, when Clint and Laura had closed in on Clarke that night, and that thought along with the appealing thought of two older people desiring her that much, had turned Clarke on, before either of them had even entered her.

The things they had said to her while they had pounded her pussy, hadn't helped, since they had talked about how tight her pussy was and that she was going to cum for them a million times for them.

In other words, there had been many things that had made Clarke cum that night.

Clarke groaned against Laura as her orgasm subsided and she sagged against the older woman.

Laura pulled away from Clarke and smiled at her with love all over her face as she pulled Clarke against her in an embrace. "I love you," she said to Clarke.

Clarke whined, resting her head against Laura's chest, "I love you too."

When they separated, Laura took Clarke's hand and led her to another room, getting Clarke water, making Clarke drank it, giving Clarke chocolate and making sure, Clarke got sugar into her system.

After that, Laura nodded to the room where Nathaniel was. "We should go check on our son."

Clarke stiffened when she heard that. The words, "our son," made her hesitate. Clarke watched Laura and knew that Laura had said those words deliberately. Laura had called Nathaniel her and Clarke's son for a reason. And Laura knew that Nathaniel was the child that Clarke was closest within this household.

Clarke hesitated. Nathaniel wasn't her son. She wanted him to see her as a parent, just as much as he saw Laura and Clint as his parents, but she couldn't be Nathaniel's mother. She wasn't a good person. Nathaniel deserved better.

Clarke knew better than to say what she was about to say, but out of habit, she said it anyway, since, she figured it was just fact, "Nathaniel is your son, Laura. You're his mother."

Laura stared at Clarke, a warning in her voice when she spoke next, "So are you. He's your son too. And the kids are all your children too."

Clarke knew that Laura was warning her now, but it didn't change that Nathaniel and the other Barton kids were all better off not having her as a parent.

Clarke knew she could provide sex and comfort for Laura, Clint and Natasha, but being a co-parent? That, she knew couldn't happen. She knew that she needed to be involved with the conversations surrounding Morgan, Tony and Pepper's kid, since Pepper and Tony made it clear; she wanted to be fucked by them? She'd have to co-parent with them. That was part of the deal.

"I'm not the kids' mother," Clarke said, and when she saw how Laura's expression steeled and knew that Laura was about to shift back into her "mistress" persona, she still spoke, knowing that she needed to get this out, because as much as she loved the kids, loved them so much, they were better off without her, "I'm a zombie, Laura. I need to eat huge quantities of protein to survive. I've eaten people. I still eat people. The really bad ones. What type of parent could I possibly be for Natey and the other kids?"

What Clarke said wasn't a lie. She still ate people. Just the worst ones. Pedophiles, rapists, abusers, serial killers, terrorists and the like.

But it didn't change that she still fucking ate people.

It was sort of hard to be the "parent" of a small, helpless child, when you knew that you ate other members of his species.

It was like expecting a rabid dog, frothing at the mouth, with blood all over it, to nurture some small, helpless baby bunnies.

Clarke knew she had crossed a line, when Laura stepped closer, slipped a finger under the front of Clarke's collar, pulling Clarke closer and said dangerously, "We're going to check on our son, Clarke. Yours, Natasha's, Clint's and mine. After that? I'm going to bend you over my knee and paddle you twenty times. Then I'm going to fuck you with the strap again, for your defiance."

Clarke nodded. She knew she could use the safe word. But she wasn't going to.

Laura sighed, appearing sad, "You can use your safe word, you know that, right?"

Clarke nodded again, and Laura pulled her pet by the collar and the two of them reached the room where Nathaniel was. When they were about to enter the room, Laura's finger left Clarke's collar and the two of them entered the room.

Nathaniel was giggling still, looking at the screen of the TV he was watching.

Laura went to the sofa, sitting down next to Nathaniel and pulling him into her arms. Nathaniel grinned at her. "Mommy!" He said happily, hugging Laura tightly. Natey then looked up at Laura, "Where's mommy Clarkey?"

Clarke almost winced. She hated how much she loved hearing Natey call her that. She knew that Natey saw her as another mother.

Laura just smiled and nodded up at where Clarke was. "She's right there, Nate. Clarke, come here."

Clarke heard the words, and knew that it was an order, but also an offer and she knew if she chose not to take it, she would be hurting Laura.

Clarke sighed and came over, sitting down on the couch, and as soon as she did, Natey turned around and saw her, his brown eyes wide with happiness as he jumped on her and hugged her.

Clarke hugged Nathaniel tightly, kissing his forehead. Dammit, she loved this kid. Laura was using Nathaniel against her and that was dirty, but she understood why Laura was doing it.

Laura was fighting for her family, and to her? Clarke was part of that family, even if Clarke denied it.

Laura watched as Clarke held Nathaniel and Nathaniel just rested between them, watching the TV for a few hours. Jillian, Cooper, Lila, Zachary and Jessie arrived back to their home, said hi to Laura, Clarke and Nathaniel, and Laura got up to get dinner ready. After everyone had dinner, and when it eventually was time for Nathaniel to head off to bed, Laura came in and asked Clarke if she could carry Nate to bed.

Clarke knew that it was a request, but it was more than that. But Clarke listened and picked Nathaniel up and carried him off to his bedroom. Laura and Clarke tucked Natey in and both of them kissed Natey's forehead, telling him that they loved him and saying goodnight.

Nathaniel said, looking at both of them, telling them both that he loved them, before snuggling under the covers.

Laura smiled at Clarke, glad that Clarke appeared vulnerable, hearing Nathaniel telling her that he loved her.

Laura took Clarke's hand and led her out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Jillian, Cooper and Lila stayed in their rooms and Zachary and Jessie were playing video games, and as they did, Laura led Clarke back to their bedroom.

Laura sat down on the edge of the bed, looked at Clarke and said, pulling the paddle out of a drawer of the bedside table, "Use your safe word if you need to, kitten."

Clarke nodded, closing the bedroom door, locking it and walked over to Laura.

Laura held the paddle's handle in her right hand and her left hand reached up, hooking her fingers under Clarke's collar, pulling Clarke down onto her lap, Clarke's stomach against Laura's knees and rested the paddle against Clarke's ass and asked, "Ready, kitten?"

Clarke nodded, blonde hair dangling over Laura's legs. Laura smiled and said, "Good kitten," she then swung her arm and the paddle back and slapped it hard against Clarke's rear.

Clarke moaned, grinding against Laura's knees as her ass was paddled.

After several paddles, Laura stopped at number eight, and said, "After this, I'm going to fuck you again with the strap, but only if you say that you are the kids' parent, just like Clint, Natasha and I are."

Clarke whined. "Dammit," She groaned, "You've been taking notes from Pepper and Tony, right?"

Laura snorted, "No." She paddled Clarke twice for such a comment, causing Clarke to grind harder against Laura's legs, moaning. Laura continued, "All I needed was Natasha's advice."

Clarke almost laughed. Almost. Honestly, that wasn't really startling.

"So then," Laura said in warning, "Say it, or use your safe word."

Clarke groaned again. She couldn't use her safe word. Because, well, the Barton kids were her kids, even if she knew it was wrong, even if she knew the kids deserved better than her.

"Say it," Laura repeated, her words steel, paddling Clarke again.

Clarke could count that Laura had just hit her the eleventh time, which meant she had nine more paddles to receive, before time ran out. She'd need to say the words that Laura wanted her to say, before the spankings were over.

Laura spanked Clarke four more times and Clarke knew she had to say it, unless she didn't want Laura's strap in her.

What was more, she'd receive more than that. Which was, Laura's sadness, her disapproval, her disappointment. And Clarke couldn't handle that.

So, Clarke just said the words. She said, practically crying the words out, "I'm the kids' parent, just like you, Clint and Natasha are! Please, mistress Laura! I'm the kids' parent!"

Clarke was swatted five more times, then the paddle was placed down on top of the bedside table, before Laura embraced Clarke and whispered against Clarke's left ear, "Good girl. That's my good kitten."

Clarke moaned against Laura's legs.

Laura held Clarke and pulled her over to the bed and placed Clarke down onto the bed. Laura ordered, "Stay on your stomach on the bed."

Clarke nodded against the bed. Laura got up and went to the dresser, getting a new strap-on out-this one was bigger than the last, and putting it on and pulling Clarke's pants down, lifting Clarke's legs up, spreading Clarke's legs, and pressed the tip of the strap against Clarke's hole.

Clarke moaned, closing her eyes. "Do you want your mistress inside you?" Laura asked, just barely sliding the tip in.

Clarke nodded. "Yes," She moaned, "Fuck, yes, please, mistress!"

"Good kitten," Laura said, gripping Clarke's hips and sheathing the strap all the way inside Clarke's cunt.

Clarke's screams were let loose throughout the room as Laura pounded Clarke again, having some of her energy back after having eaten and having had a few hours to recover.

During Laura's railing Clarke's cunt, Clint and Natasha had arrived back, entered the house and the first thing they heard were Clarke's cries. Cries they recognized.

Were it any other types of cries, they would have pulled their weapons out instantly and started raiding the house, looking to see what the threat was to their family, but it wasn't those types of cries. Natasha and Clint recognized the cries Clarke was making. The two of them looked at each other and smirked.

"Sounds like Laura is keeping Clarke busy," Natasha said lewdly, "Why don't we give Laura a break?"

"Speak for yourself," Clint said as they went up the stairs, "I know Laura will want a piece of me as soon as I come through the door. You go ahead and fuck Clarke. I'll have my turn with her when you've used her up."

Natasha snickered as they ascended. "Wonder if Clarke will be able to walk tomorrow," she said absentmindedly-except not really absentmindedly, since Natasha never said anything without purpose.

"Well, we can see how hard we fuck her," Clint chuckled.

They both were still snickering when they got to the bedroom, finding the door locked and Clint grabbed the key from where it was hidden, behind the bookcase next to the door, unlocking the door and they entered the bedroom, finding Laura plowing Clarke's pussy like she was trying to get a gold medal in fucking a sub.

"Well, what a nice surprise," Clint laughed, causing Laura's hungry, animal like look to falter and she swiveled her head from where she had been leering at Clarke's back, to looking at Clint and Natasha.

She smirked then, "Oh," she said, her hips not stopping in their thrusting, making Clarke moan louder, "Come to join us? I was just rewarding our little slut kitten for saying what she needed to say."

Clint and Natasha came in, closing the door and locking it, laying the found key on the table next to the door.

They'd ask about what Laura meant later. In the meantime? Natasha was going to be replacing Laura, railing Clarke herself, and Clint was going to get his brains fucked out by his wife.

"Why don't I give you a break, Laura?" Natasha said, "Let her other mistress have fun with her hole."

Laura chuckled, and gave one last thrust into Clarke's cunt, making Clarke cry out, startled, then she undid the buckles and backed away, allowing Natasha to go to Clarke, and place her hand on Clarke's back, speaking softly, "It's me, kitten."

Clarke whimpered, "Nat…"

"What was that?" Natasha asked, her voice even more frightening sounding than Laura's.

"Mistress Natasha," Clarke amended, "I'm sorry."

"Good girl," Natasha said, smiling, "Good kitten." She then leaned in close, cupping Clarke's chin and making Clarke turn her head to her and leaned her head in, kissing Clarke deeply, devouring Clarke's mouth practically.

Clarke moaned against Natasha as Natasha kissed her deeply for what felt like ten minutes, before Natasha finally pulled away, after basically making love to Clarke's mouth. She asked softly, looking into Clarke's eyes, "Do you want to stop? If you do, use your safe word."

Clarke shook her head. "No, mistress Natasha," Clarke said, "I don't want to stop. Ever. Please."

Natasha smirked, having already predicted that answer. She then grabbed the straps of the strap-on, slid into it, allowing the other half to be inside her, buckled the straps, and began pounding into Clarke again and again, as Laura had done, gripping Clarke's hips all the while, getting up on the bed and riding Clarke's pussy like it was an addiction for her, which Natasha supposed it was.

Clarke moaned out, eyes rolling up in her head as Natasha railed her.

After Clint got ridden Laura, till he was practically boneless on the bed, he would be given some time to recover. And while he was recovering, Natasha and Laura would continue to fuck Clarke's brains out. After Clint recovered, it would be his turn to fuck Clarke into the bed.

But in the meantime, Natasha was going to be railing Clarke until she didn't remember her own name.

And in the meantime, on the other side of the bed, Clint and Laura kissed deeply, and Laura swiveled Clint down around, pushing him on his back on the bed, and began to undo his pants.

Clint grinned. "Gonna ride me like a horse, huh?"

"Shut your mouth," Laura ordered, opening his pants up and lifting herself up, ready to penetrate herself on her husband's cock.

Clint grinned wider at that, only saying two words that made Laura smirk before dropping down on him, "Yes, mistress Laura."

Author's note

An older story that I realized I hadn't yet posted on . It's been on Archive Of Our Own for a while, but I realized that there are a bunch of stories that I haven't posted on here yet.