Disclaimer: Do not own Marvel or The 100

Warnings for normalized rape and unhealthy relationships

Zachary Barton is an adult in this

A compromising position

Clarke knew that Zachary Barton had her in a compromising position as soon as the young man had entered the room and stopped in his steps, his wide eyes taking her in, lust in his eyes as soon as he did.

Clarke mentally cursed her mates as the fucking machine pounded its dildo into her, arching as she moaned, feeling the dildo continually and quickly rubbing her clit.

She was in a harness, secured, suspended above the floor, naked and a fucking machine was going away at her, pounding into her, overstimulating her.

This morning, Bruce, Natasha, Wanda and Pietro had all fucked her hard, then after making sure she ate something, drank water, went to the bathroom and everything, had secured her in the harness and had pushed out the fucking machine, switched it on and chuckled lecherously as they left the room.

There were cameras around, and obviously, all four Bruce, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro and the others were watching this scene.

Though she didn't doubt that all three Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, as well as Clint, Laura, Barney and Simone, had just left the room, after Zachary had entered this room.

They knew what was about to happen, just as much as she did, and they were not going to watch Zachary, who was Clint and Laura's kid and Barney and Simone's nephew, fuck their mate's brains out.

Zachary snickered, watching as he said, hands going to his belt and beginning to undo it, "I can turn that machine off and get it away from you, but I get to fuck you in its place, kay?"

Clarke winced, knowing she was going to regret this, but she nodded.

Zachary licked his lips and opened up his belt and unzipped his pants.

Clarke knew there was no lube needed. She was dripping cum out of her fast like a waterfall.

The toy pounding fast and hard into her repeatedly, made sure of it.

Zachary reached down and switched the machine off, just when the dildo was buried in Clarke's cunt.

Clarke whimpered as the toy remained in her and Zachary laughed and pulled the machine back, slowly pulling the dildo out of Clarke's cunt.

Zachary opened up his pants for his cock to spill out and Clarke shivered as she saw how hard it was.

She knew how Zachary hungered for her-like everyone who were connected to her mates, hungered for her.

There were times when a thought would go through Clarke's mind, when Zachary fucked her, because Zachary didn't look like Clint all that much. But he looked like Barney.

Yes, Barney and Clint were brothers, but they looked different, somewhat. Barney seemed to have inherited most of his father's looks and Clint seemed to have inherited most of his mother's looks.

And Clarke had had all three Barney, Clint and Zachary in her cunt before. If she had to guess, going by dick sizes and she knew nothing else?

She would claim that Zachary would have to be Barney's son, not Clint's. Of course, Clarke would never repeat this to anyone.

She didn't feel like having a vibrator in her cunt and a butt plug in her ass for almost a whole week in retaliation by Laura.

Zachary didn't even push down his jeans, just opened them up and walked over to Clarke, pressing up close, grinning at her hungrily, as the tip of his thick cock slowly slipped into her.

Clarke was infertile, she couldn't have children.

And Clarke knew that Zachary would never have been allowed near her, had her mates screened him and made sure that he wasn't carrying any infection or anything like that.

So, infections, HIV, pregnancies?

Neither of them needed to worry about that.

And Zachary was right. He didn't need to worry about lube.

He slipped right in.

Balls deep.

Clarke cried out as Zachary plunged into her, groaning out as he went all the way into her soaking cunt, thick cock pressing up against her clit, "Yeah, that's right, baby, ride me."

He pumped his hips up and Clarke cried out, unable to do anything except reciprocate those thrusts, her moans filling the room as she tilted her head back, pale blonde hair cascading down against her back as she did, trying not to thrust to meet Zachary's fast thrusts as he kept grunting, but she couldn't help it.

He was thick and rubbing against her clit again and again, and he was moving real fast against her.

She had been fucked by Zachary before, and knew better than to think she was in for only one climax and one orgasm.

Zachary was energetic and seemed to be able to fuck her quite a few times.

She was in for a long few hours of fucking.

Zachary groaned against Clarke's neck. He looked forward to finding his mate. Maybe the two of them could fuck Clarke together, make her cum hard together.

In the control rooms, Clarke's mates watched the scene.

Needless to say, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, Clint, Laura, Barney and Simone had left the room, as soon as Zachary had seen the position Clarke was in.

They knew how it was going to play out.

But Bruce, Jessica, Frank, Sam, Carol and Hela were all present, watching the scene, snickering, aroused, enjoying every moment of hearing Clarke's moans as Zachary stimulated her.

Well, if Clarke wasn't going to be overstimulated by the fucking machine, they'd take watching Clarke getting her brains fucked out by an overly eager Zachary.

And from the sounds of Clarke's delicious moans and Zachary's grunts as he thrust his hips back and forth, ruthlessly hammering his cock into Clarke's cunt, it seemed like Clarke was in no need of that fucking machine, for the moment, to get her off.