Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100
Warnings for normalized sexual assault, normalized stalking and unhealthy relationships
(Everyone in this fic, is an adult. Even the youngest characters, Lila and Cassie, are adults. Everyone is aged up in this. I made Cassie and Lila older chronologically by this point in time, so that after the years went by in my main fic? Lila and Cassie both would be full-grown and completely capable of their own choices.)
"The Foreboding words on your arm" side-story: An afterwork treat: Chapter one: To be her servants
Clarke's soulmates had agreed not to even try to have their way with Clarke, during or immediately after Clarke's job.
When Clarke was at her work, dancing, shaking her ass on stage at the club? And when she was getting her things and ready to take off from her work? Her mates were not to touch her, ever, not during work or so soon after work.
But Clarke's mates' servants had never made this promise.
And what was more? The youngest of the servants did not make this promise.
The younger servants; all full-grown adults; Kamala Khan, America Chavez, Felicia Hardy, Laura Kinney, Kate Bishop, Peter Parker, MJ Watson, Jillian Barton, Mary Carbone, Cooper Barton, and most recently-Cooper's soulmate, Sophie, and after they both had turned nineteen, Lila Barton and her soulmate, Cassie Lang-the same age as Lila.
And well, they had never made this promise, however, they knew if they were caught, they'd be cut up.
Or at least, those that weren't Bartons would be.
Mary was Jillian's mate, Sophie was Cooper's mate and Cassie was Lila's mate, so, the three of them might have been spared as well, but not by much.
But all thirteen of them decided that Clarke was worth the risk.
This was why they made the decision that they made.
That was when they snuck off to the club where Clarke worked, and they waited as Clarke danced on the stage, watching her in the shadows, many of them licking their lips as they looked at those tight pants on her, the crotch hugging against her cunt, and that same fabric hugging her ass.
Her shirt was tight around her breasts too.
Underneath the pants of America Chavez, Jillian Barton, Cassie Lang, Laura Kinney and Kamala Khan, were big, thick strap-ons.
In the bag that Cooper Barton was holding, was a large container of lube, a box of birth control pills, a butt plug, a paddle, a ball gag, three sets of handcuffs, a vibrator for Clarke's cunt and a pair of vibrators for Clarke's breasts.
All of the young women could feel themselves getting wet at the sight of Clarke moving in the way she was moving and both Peter and Cooper were getting hard.
"I get to fuck her pussy first," Cassie groaned, watching the blonde woman onstage who was hooking her right leg around the dance pole and whirled around it, practically humping the pole, earning many whistles, spurning her actions on.
"Why the fuck is she shaking her ass for a bunch of strangers?" Cooper grumbled, "She's ours. She belongs to all of us. Not a bunch of strangers."
"Cooper," Lila warned.
Cooper looked away from his sister.
Though all of them agreed with Cooper's sentiment, they knew better than to think this way. Clarke's mates had made it clear that she didn't belong to all of them-they belonged to her, and nothing else. They were her servants, meant to pleasure her. She was not their possession.
They were her possessions.
It still didn't change that all of the young servants, who were servants of both Clarke and Clarke's mates, were possessive of her and disliked all the whistling at Clarke.
Clarke wasn't born to have money thrown at her barely covered shaking ass, she was born to be tied up and have mouths all over her, fingers thrusting into her pussy and making her moan into gags as her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, pleasure overtaking her.
If Clarke's mates and Clarke's mates' employees were Clarke's servants? Then it would only be right that Clarke's mates and Clarke's mates' employees treated Clarke the way she was meant to be treated.
As a princess to be bound and fucked unconscious.
And the thirteen young servants? They were happy to be the deliverer of pleasure to their princess.
They had seen Clarke's backroom in the club. It was spacious and there was furniture that was connected to the wall, so, they would be able to handcuff Clarke's arms to the furniture, then cuff Clarke's feet to the furniture, as well, after they undressed her.
That was when they'd unzip the bag, take out the box of pills, make Clarke take the pill, wait, then they'd get the lube out and lube up the straps and the flesh and blood cocks, and that was when the fun would begin.
They had talked about it in the van on the drive here.
They'd take turns fingering and eating her out first.
Then they'd use the cocks. But the butt plugs would stay in her ass the whole time.
Clarke's mates had taught them well-they had seen Clarke with Clarke's mates.
They knew how to look after her.
As they watched Clarke giving a pelvic thrust towards the audience, earning many lustful hoots, many from men and from many women, as well, they all knew that they were going to fuck Clarke and fuck Clarke hard.
They had been planning on fucking Clarke before they even drove their way over to this club, but they knew that they were going to fuck her hard, out of possessiveness.
Clarke might be pumping her hips and shaking her ass for strangers now, but she would soon be screaming and thrashing under them and clenching around them in pleasure when they fucked her.
She would struggle and try to scream and would resist, but they would force climax after climax from her.
They'd place a ball gag in her mouth-they preferred to hear her moan and scream, but to keep her from calling for help, they'd use the ball gag. And they'd stroke her clit, pump vibrators in and out of her, eat her out, finger her. She would be twisting and moaning too much in pleasure by that point to even try to call for help, even with the ball gag in her mouth.
Cassie, Lila, Cooper, Sophie, Kamala and Laura all watched Clarke with more than hunger and affection.
All six of them had fallen in love with Clarke.
For them? Clarke might as well be their mate, even if she wasn't.
Which meant that when they fucked her, when they took her and she was moaning into the gag in her mouth, eyes rolling into her head, she would be remembering who was claiming her, who was pleasing her.
She might be the delight of every perverted stranger who thought that all she was, was some thrill with great breasts, a great ass and curves, but for them? She was a princess begging to be strapped to a chair and pleasured by her servants, going to their knees and feeding from her pussy.
And she would be proven this tonight.
It was worth what would be done to them in retaliation by Clarke's mates, for what they were about to do, to make Clarke cry out in ecstasy.
Cassie, Laura and Kamala all shared the same starved look, all three of them grinning.
Oh, they would make their love moan for them. Oh yes, they would.