Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100
Warnings for normalized rape, unhealthy relationships, talk of human trafficking, talk of amorality and talk of Stockholm Syndrome
Laura Kinney, like Kamala Khan, Peter Parker, MJ Watson, Felicia Hardy, Kate Bishop and America Chavez is aged up. She's an adult, like all of them.
An excellent bonding experience
Kamala was extremely excited. She had finally met her mate. A young woman named Laura Kinney.
Laura was as tough as nails, and could be vicious sometimes, but softened around Kamala.
The two of them were the same age, and Kamala had met Laura's parents, Logan and Sarah.
They were good people from what Kamala observed.
And given that they technically were in Kamala's employers' employ, she had to wonder if Laura would be against the "bonding activity" that Kamala had in mind.
Kamala was overjoyed to meet Laura, yes. And she knew that she would come to love this young woman.
But she had fallen in love with Clarke first.
Clarke Griffin, who was the shared soulmate of all of Kamala's employers.
To say that Clarke's mates' version of showing love to her was not exactly conventional, was putting it extremely lightly.
Kamala knew that like her, all of Clarke's mates loved her. But she also knew that if anyone outside of the situation found out what was happening? They'd likely call the police as soon as they got the chance.
Would Laura react the same way? Or would she embrace the possibility of pleasing Clarke together with Kamala, even if it was against Clarke's consent?
Kamala had cautiously explained the situation to Laura.
She had watched Laura's expression.
Laura's eyes widened. She then said quietly, "My dad….he said he knew his employers were keeping something from the rest of the people that worked for them. I guess this makes sense."
She added, eyeing Kamala, "There isn't any human trafficking or anything like that?"
Kamala shook her head. Clarke's mates, all they did was illegal stuff, sure, but they weren't involved in any way with human trafficking. They in fact, tended to kill anyone that did any sort of human trafficking.
For them? Sex was to be about pleasure for all parties, and nothing else. And displacing a human being or multiple human beings for the sake of sex, was more or less signing your own death warrant in their eyes.
Yes, they had committed rape multiple times, against Clarke, against each other, even. But they had never been involved ever in human trafficking. And killed anyone who participated in it.
Laura then asked, "And this woman, she enjoys it?"
Kamala shrugged as she said, "She doesn't want to. And I know it's wrong. We all know it's wrong. But we just do it to please her sexually. We make sure we never physically hurt her. We pleasure her, without her consent. And always take care of her afterwards. And we do everything we can to make her feel really good, honest." Kamala winced, realizing she was just making excuses for herself and for the others who had forced themselves on Clarke, so, she stopped talking.
Laura watched Kamala the whole time as Kamala explained this, then at last, she nodded.
"Okay," she said, "Can I see her for myself?"
Kamala smiled hopefully.
She knew that the reason why Laura must have wanted to see Clarke for herself, was to see if Clarke was suffering at all.
Like Kamala thought, Laura was a good woman. Should she think that Clarke so much as had a bruise on her or was being traded through human trafficking in any manner or something like that, she'd probably put a stop to it.
But Laura wanted to see for herself if Clarke was happy where she was.
When Kamala contacted her employers, she told them of what Laura intended, and she heard the sighs from the other end over the phone.
But the person Kamala had been speaking to, Pepper, had sighed and had agreed it was probably a good idea.
So, Kamala brought Laura over to the house.
Laura, with Kamala observed everything. Clarke's mates, Kamala's employers who were also Laura's parents' employers, made sure Clarke had everything she needed, that she had more than enough contact with the outside world, that she could leave if she commanded that they leave her. And they didn't keep her from her job or from going to her college classes or meeting with her friends or anything like that.
Laura then asked about Stockholm Syndrome.
This had caused Kamala to wince.
Clarke, who had been sitting on the couch between Jennifer-Clarke's mate, Bruce's cousin, and Jessica, one of Clarke's mates, and watching TV, turned to Laura when she'd heard that, a slight laugh leaving her.
"You're serious?" She asked, "You think I'm staying because of Stockholm Syndrome?"
Sure, Clarke and the others all knew that that was a likely reason for her staying, but that wasn't the reason why. And she was certain that all of her mates and her mates' employees knew this.
"I stay because I want to," Clarke said, rolling her eyes.
Laura had still looked worried, even after Clarke had claimed this.
Still, over time, Laura got used to the situation, got to know Clarke more, saw how she behaved around her mates.
Clarke wasn't afraid of them. She didn't fear that they'd abandon her or that they didn't love her.
She seemed extremely confident. And then Laura observed everything that Clarke's mates said, no matter what the situation.
Everything Clarke's mates said, without fail, was meant to elevate Clarke, to increase her self-esteem.
Her mates, every chance they got, they spoke of her as if she was the most beautiful, intelligent, strong-willed, lovable and interesting woman in the world.
Every time Clarke so much as put herself down, now that would bring interesting reactions.
Whenever Clarke said something that made her sound as if she thought of herself as worthless, that was when she was grabbed, groped, massaged, fingered, spanked-actions meant to pleasure, as her mates would whisper into her ear that she was beautiful, that she was worthy of all love, that she was to never doubt otherwise.
It was as if everything Clarke's mates did, regardless of whether they had Clarke's consent or not, was meant specifically to make Clarke see herself as worthy of love.
Kamala had seen the understanding on Laura's face.
"So," Kamala began hopefully, as Wanda cradled Clarke in her arms, holding Clarke to her right breast, force feeding Clarke milk, cooing to Clarke, "shh, it's okay. Mommy and daddy have you," as her arm was wound around Clarke's arms, pinning them to the blonde's sides, as Frank thrust his cock up into Clarke's cunt from behind, back and forth, a greedy smirk on his face, his hands holding Clarke's waist carefully, "Do you want to pleasure her with me?"
Laura looked at Kamala, her mouth dropped slightly, but she nodded, a slight hungry expression there, as well.
Four days later, Kamala, Laura and the rest of the youngest of Clarke's mates' employees, went to the house, with instructions.
Clarke's mates and their closest employees stayed around the house, likely ready to observe if anything went wrong.
They had screened Laura a few times, testing her for any sexually transmitted infections or for HIV.
Laura had admittedly felt offended, however, given how strict and careful Clarke's mates were, she supposed she understood.
Clarke's mates had gone over the rules. Laura was not to leave so much as a bruise or scratch on Clarke. When Laura participated in fucking Clarke, it was about Clarke. It was about pleasing Clarke, not about Laura. It was about no one else, except for Clarke. Between rounds of fucking, Clarke was to be given lots of water and food, to look after her, and to allow her to go to the bathroom as many times as she needed to. If Clarke showed any discomfort whatsoever during the rounds, Laura was to stop, instantly. Clarke was only to feel pleasure during the sessions, no pain or discomfort. And Laura was not to say anything at all that made Clarke feel bad. Yes, Laura could use dirty talk on Clarke, call the woman a "slut," and a "whore," and all that. But what was not to be allowed, ever, was for Laura to say something like "no one will want you, whore." Or "bet your mother would be proud of you." Nothing that would actually hurt her in any way, was allowed. And to that end, Laura was to always use lube whenever she used any large toy like the strap-on Kamala had bought for Laura, with hopes that Laura would bury that strap-on in Clarke's cunt.
Laura understood this, and got ready with Kamala.
Laura, with Kamala and five other young people, Felicia Hardy, Peter Parker, MJ Watson, America Chavez and Kate Bishop, all got ready.
As soon as Clarke saw them, when she was placing some of the groceries that Bruce got that he was about to put away, in the shelves, stepped back, understanding the way they were looking at her.
"Hey-" she began in protest, but six of the seven youths were on her in a second.
Felicia pounced on Clarke and pulled Clarke's pants down, grabbing and squeezing Clarke's ass cheeks almost immediately, and Laura and Kamala both heard Clint laugh from somewhere in the room.
Peter kneeled down and pushed Clarke's legs open, grabbing her thighs.
MJ grabbed Clarke's arms and held them captive to the left of Clarke, holding Clarke's wrists tightly, after Kate had peeled Clarke's jacket and shirt off.
America reached around from behind Clarke and cupped and squeezed Clarke's breasts.
Kamala stepped right next to Clarke, then glanced in Laura's direction, as she leaned forward and kissed Clarke deeply. Clarke tried to pull away, but Kamala's left hand reached up and cupped the back of Clarke's head, and held Clarke there, keeping Clarke from pulling her head away, and Kamala's right hand went to between Clarke's legs, that now had no underwear guarding her cunt, and began to slip her fingers into the blonde's pussy.
Laura groaned, wishing she didn't find that extremely exciting.
But knowing that her mate was pleasing an older woman like this…Laura became very aware of the strap-on that she had put on herself and that lay under her black pants.
All she had to do was pull her pants down, grab the container of lube that was on the table, lube the strap up, come over and Kamala would move her hand away, allowing Laura entrance into Clarke's soaking channel-and soon, Clarke would be moaning for Laura, too.
When Clarke's hips bucked into Kamala's hand, a slightly protesting whine leaving Clarke, as she was overstimulated against her will, Laura's decision was finally made.
She was going to fuck Clarke.
Her hands went to her belt, undid her belt, pushed her pants down, and allowed her strap-on out.
She then reached over to the table and picked up the container of lube and opened it up.
She could feel eyes on her as she did this.
She heard whispers around her. She recognized the voices of those who spoke. Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Jessica Jones, Sam Wilson, Laura Barton, Clint Barton, Yelena Belova, Melina Vostokoff, Pepper Potts, they were all making commentary, probably going to decide whether they would allow Laura Kinney anywhere near Clarke again after this, based on Laura's performance with Clarke.
Laura smirked at that. Well, she had better make the performance worth Clarke's time, then, right?
After she had lubed up the black strap-on she had on her, and moved over to where Clarke was, she saw Kamala smirking into the kiss she had with Clarke, and pulled her hand out from between Clarke's legs as Laura stepped over, grabbing Clarke's hips, positioning the head of the cock at Clarke's vaginal entrance, and thrust in hard.
Clarke screamed into Kamala's mouth, and at first, Laura was worried that she'd hurt Clarke, but then she watched as Clarke's eyes closed and she began unwillingly bucking her hips into the strap, the girth of the strap right up against Clarke's clit, and Laura smiled soon, as did Kamala as Laura was forcing Clarke to ride her strap.
Laura grinned then as Clarke moaned into Kamala's mouth and humped the strap inside her and as Felicia fingered Clarke's asshole. No wonder Kamala loved Clarke so much.
From the sidelines, Pepper Potts looked at her companions. "So, what do we think?" She asked from where she sat.
Natasha, Wanda, the Bartons, Bruce, Pietro, Tony, Steve-all of them, they watched, and saw Laura drilling her cock into Clarke, and watched as Clarke bucked her hips against her will, moaning into the forceful kiss that Kamala gave her.
They looked at each other then, smirking, pleased at how much Clarke was enjoying herself.
Well, could they ever deny Clarke anything?