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All Clarke wanted was some punishment.
Which was probably why she was letting Zarda fuck her brains out against the wall of the Justice League’s jet, (both the Justice League and the Avengers had a jet, but the Justice League’s jet was the one closest at the time) the thick, black strap-on inside the blonde pounding her hard as Zarda growled, plowing the younger woman.
When Clarke had offered her body to Zarda, the Superhuman certainly hadn’t refused and had happily pulled on a strap, and had lifted Clarke up and had dropped the nearly naked young woman onto her cock, as she carried the moaning blonde to the jet, to finish her off there.
Clarke knew that this was a public place. Which meant that her mates would find out what had happened here, most likely.
And they would punish her.
Not that Clarke was going to complain at all.
Her mates, all of them, knowing them, would take turns bending her over and fisting her and eating her out, overstimulating her endlessly.
And that was exactly what she wanted.
Clarke groaned as Zarda went in hilt deep, every time the black-haired Superhuman thrust her cock back into the younger woman.
“Time to fuck you like a dog,” Zarda growled, “Pretty sure that’s the way you like it, baby.”
She then pulled out of Clarke and carried the younger woman to the seats of the jet, tossed Clarke over the seat of the chair, and started thrusting into Clarke’s cunt from behind.
Clarke cried out, staring out the window, as Zarda fucked her from behind, and Clarke saw all six Cassandra Sandsmark, Anya, Zatanna Zatara, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff and Bruce Banner, peering in at her as Zarda fucked her hard.
Clarke whimpered, becoming wetter, seeing that her mates had seen her cheating on them.
Zarda clearly saw the six of Clarke’s mates that were out there two, because she snorted, panting as she did, “Looks like your mates know now. Wonder how hard they’ll fuck you now. I bet the rest of your mates will fuck you real hard for this, too.”
Clarke moaned at the mental image that Zarda was giving her.
She watched her mates watch her, and she knew, she knew that she was going to be in for a fucking of her life, after this.
What Zarda was doing to her, was nothing compared to what would be done to her by her six mates here, or by the rest of her mates; Mari, Yelena, Melina, Pietro, Helena, Dinah, Shayera, Maria, Tony, Steve, Thor, Hela, Loki, Sylvie, Stephen, Christine, Diana, Niylah, Ontari, Rhodey, Peggy, Kara; all of them, they would fuck her to the point she didn’t remember her own name.
And they would remind her that they were hers.
Clarke groaned with each more of Zarda’s thrusts.
But her moans and groans were far more from the darkness that she could see from here, from Natasha, Anya, Bruce, Zatanna, Wanda, Sam and Cassandra’s eyes, telling her exactly how fucked she was going to be, after Zarda was done with her, and Clarke practically howled in pleasure at the thought as she could feel herself clenching around Zarda’s cock.
Zarda groaned soon afterwards, coming on the other end of the toy, slowly pulling out, and growled, half laughing, “You are in some deep shit now, Wanheda. I say we do this again. Your pussy is too sweet to not fuck again.”
Clarke snickered, as she slowly pushed up off of the chair and heard the footsteps going up the ramp to the inside of the jet.
She felt the hands around her waist and felt the hands at her legs and at her arms, and felt herself being peeled off of the chair.
“Let’s go, baby,” Bruce said, “You’re in for one hell of a gang bang.”
Clarke groaned, more or less figuring that one out.
As the group carried Clarke down the ramp, Natasha met Zarda’s gaze, and an agreement was made. Should Clarke pull this again, well, they would just follow the script. Clarke liked how this had gone, no reason not to give Clarke what she wanted. If Clarke sought out Zarda to fuck her again, to get her mates jealous, then they were happy to do as Clarke wanted.
Zarda nodded to Natasha at the silent agreement, and Natasha smirked, turning back to Clarke as she helped carry the young blonde down the ramp of the jet.
Natasha purred at Clarke’s ear, “We had an idea you were going to do this, malyshka. We’ve seen how you look at Zarda. I suppose we can be alright with sharing you with Zarda. But afterwards? All of us are going to fuck you till you can’t walk, each and every time, understand?”
Clarke whimpered and nodded. “Yes, mommy,” she said.
“Good girl,” Natasha purred, “Now, color, slut?”
Clarke knew she probably should say “red,” but she had only cum one time, and she had a serious libido, as she groaned, “Green.”
So, she was in no way surprised, when she felt a hand over her cunt, and felt a thumb right against her clitoris, rubbing it as she was carried out of the jet and out of the room, in the direction of the bedroom where she knew the rest of her mates were waiting to pounce on her.
Clarke couldn’t do anything else but moan and pump her hips into the thumb that was rubbing her.
She heard Anya chuckle, “Good slut, ride my hand.”
Clarke moaned. Oh, okay, that told her who was stimulating her right now.
She yelped when she felt her ass cheeks being parted, and felt two fingers enter her asshole, and she heard Sam groan, “Still nice and tight, no matter how many times we’ve fucked you. I think it’s time to stretch you out even more.”
Clarke groaned as she was stimulated all the more, rocking her hips into Anya’s fingers at Sam’s intrusion.
As she was carried to the bedroom where she was in for that gang bang that Bruce had warned her about, she felt hands go to her breasts and felt her breasts being fondled and groped by Bruce, she couldn’t help but thrust her hips into Anya’s thumb.
They finally got into the room, and as Clarke had predicted, there were all of her mates, all staring at Clarke hungrily, predatorily, ready to punish her.
Clarke was raised up in Natasha, Wanda, Cassandra and Zatanna’s grasp, and Tony walked over, snickering as he said, licking his lips, “She give her color?”
“Yep,” Bruce laughed, still groping Clarke’s breasts, “Green.”
“Got it,” Tony said, grinning, as he got between Clarke’s legs and Clarke was slowly lowered and Anya’s hand removed itself from Clarke’s pussy, and Tony added, “It’s time to fuck you so hard, baby girl, make you cum so much you’ll fill this room with cum.”
Clarke moaned at those words, then cried out harder, when she felt Tony’s left hand on her waist, holding her close to his face, and thrust two fingers from his right hand into Clarke’s cunt, thrusting hard, and licking at her clit with dangerous quickness.
Clarke’s screams were shot out of her mouth, and she had a pretty good sense that this room indeed was going to be filled with her cum, by the time her mates were done with her.
Her mates could do whatever they wanted with her.
After all, all she had wanted, was their pleasurable punishment.