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The deal was finalized.
As was the case for most that were sent to live with powerful military people and be said military peoples’ sex toys, for the military peoples’ service to their country.
Clarke Griffin was to be the……..companion for all of the generals within this cabinet of the government.
Every cabinet of government, ended up being bound to different sexual companions, and Clarke was to be bound to a very large cabinet of people.
Several generals.
Clarke had hoped that this wouldn’t happen, for years, but now, here she was, to be sold off to this cabinet.
When Clarke was brought forward to the group of generals, the two men that were handling her and carrying her, Scott Lang and Jim Paxton, taking turns fingering her, to get her ready, and allowing the generals to see how quickly she would cum.
Scott and Jim, along with Scott’s ex-wife and Jim’s current wife, Maggie, had been Clarke’s “preparers,” meaning they fucked Clarke regularly when she was in training for this. All future sex slaves for the various generals and lieutenants and other positions of power, had trainers, who regularly had their way with the aspiring future sex slaves, to get those sex slaves ready for their futures.
And Scott, Jim and Maggie had been Clarke’s trainers. Sometimes Scott’s girlfriend, Hope, would participate in making Clarke cum hard.
There were certain rules set up for this society, to protect the potential future sex slaves.
One of these rules?
No touching the future sex slave before said sex slave was above the age of nineteen. There would be no touching of children or teenagers.
Another of these rules? If one of the participants was a biological man and the other a biological woman, there was protection to be used at all times. There was to be no pregnancy involving the sex slave, until that sex slave met the generals and other powerful people they were to belong to.
Another rule? No harm was to come to the sex slave, ever. Not by the sex slaves’ trainers, and not by the sex slaves’ future caretakers. No sex slave was to ever even have a bruise or a cut on them.
All sex slaves were to be well fed and given water, whenever needed. No cruelty was to be allowed. All sex slaves were to have their usual sleeping cycles. Were to be given proper food and water. There were regular health inspections, too. Sure, the doctors and nurses tended to have their fun with the sex slaves too, but protection was used and the healthcare was excellent.
And the last rule? No sex slave was to be isolated. They were to be allowed friends and to socialize with others outside of the household where they were to be kept. They were to have all the outings they wanted, and to have as many hobbies as they wanted, just as long as by the end of the day, they were in their master or masters’ beds before a eleven o’clock, with their legs spread and everything.
Clarke would be treated like royalty from now on, but she would be living in a very gilded cage.
As Scott carried Clarke around the waist with his left arm, his right hand squeezing her right breast, and Jim pulling her along, with his right arm around her waist, his left hand between Clarke’s legs, thrusting four fingers in and out of her soaking pussy, Clarke’s arms bound behind her back, and her legs chained, but far apart enough that Jim was practically fisting her, and far apart enough that she could walk to her new captors.
Clarke saw these generals and captains and admirals and lieutenants lined up, watching, smiling, clearly pleased with who was to belong to them soon.
Clarke gasped, hips humping Jim’s hand, against her will, and she could feel both Scott and Jim smirking.
The first time Clarke had been raped, it had been by Maggie, not by either of these men. When Clarke, at the age of twenty, had been sent by Clarke’s verbally cruel mother who hated her, Abby, sent to the house where Maggie lived, so that Clarke was to begin her training-no prize of the military was to have anything sexual done to them before the age of twenty, Maggie had made sure her daughter, Cassie Lang, went to bed for the night, and Maggie had softly asked if Clarke would go get something from the closet.
During that time, Clarke had been ordered by the people in charge, to walk around the house without underwear, so that her trainers would have access to her pussy, clit and asshole at all times.
And Clarke had done as was instructed.
And when Clarke went to the pantry, to get something, as Maggie had asked, Maggie had taken down her sweatpants, grabbed her strap-on in her right hand, had lubed it up, while Clarke had been busy, and she had crept up behind Clarke, and had thrust right up into Clarke, pounding Clarke with her strap-on, as Clarke cried out, gripping the shelves as she experienced her most potent climax.
Clarke had masturbated before, so, she had cum before, but when Maggie had fucked her, that was when she had cum harder than she ever had in her life.
After that, being fucked three ways to Sunday by Maggie, Scott and Jim, and sometimes Hope, had been normal.
Occasionally, guests would come over, and they’d be screened for any sexually transmitted infections, and when none were found, protection like condoms were applied, and then the guests were allowed to fuck Clarke against her will, as well.
Clarke remembered some of these guests; Peter Quill, Yondu, Gamora, Nebula, Drax, Happy Hogan, May Parker.
They had all made Clarke cum so hard.
Especially when Maggie, Gamora and May made Clarke call them “mommy.”
Clarke’s mother, Abby’s verbal abuse, had taken a toll on Clarke, alright.
And here Clarke was, looking at a pack of powerful men and women who were to be allowed to use her pussy, asshole and mouth all they wanted.
Clarke took in their appearances. Men and women alike.
She observed their nametags. The nametags just had their last names, of course.
“Romanoff,” “Belova,” “Castle,” “Jones,” “Cage,” “Stark,” “Rogers,” “Banner,” “Vostokoff,” “Rhodes,” “Rand,” “Walker,” “Potts,” “Strange,” “Palmer,” “Wilson,” “Maximoff,” “Barton,” among other names.
There must have been a few married couples here or something, because there were two women with the last name “Barton,” and two men with the last name “Barton,” and a man and a woman with the last name “Maximoff.”
Clarke couldn’t concentrate too much, as she could feel her newest orgasm approaching.
Jim paused, making Clarke whine as he looked at the men and women waiting, “Uh, sorry for the lateness.”
Clarke, through her bleary eyes, was able to see one of the women raising her hand, cutting Jim off; the woman had shoulder length red hair and green eyes.
The tag on her said, “Romanoff.”
“Well?” She said, “Are you going to finish her off or not? We need to know how much stamina she has. We want to make sure we have all needed information, when we begin to pleasure her in the bedroom.”
Clarke whimpered at that thought, but was interrupted as Scott began to fondle her breast again and Jim started to fist her again.
Clarke screamed, her hips jutting forward again and again, as Jim went knuckles deep repeatedly.
Clarke couldn’t help it, she cried out, her eyes squeezing shut, as she humped Jim’s hand and she came, her hips shaking.
“Damn,” one of the young men laughed, “Look at her go. We’re going to be busy with this baby girl, that’s right.”
Clarke shuddered, hips shaking.
She had heard that type of voice before and knew how to recognize the genuineness of it.
The young man who had just spoken, definitely wanted to fuck her. She was going to go out on a limb and say that there was a very sizable bulge in his pants at this very moment.
Then again, she’d find out later whether it was actually sizable or not, wouldn’t she?
“Excellent, Paxton,” another woman said, “Lang. We will have her now. Paxton, pull your hand out of her. Lang, stop squeezing her breast. Unchain her. And we will be having our fun, now.”
Clarke shuddered.
It was going to happen now.
She shivered when Paxton groaned in disappointment, and pulled his fingers out of her, and Scott pulled away from her breast and they both began to undo the chains on her.
As soon as the chains were off of her, two of the men, the man with the salt and pepper hair, and the tag that said, “Banner,” on it and the man with the shadow of a beard and the hair that was silver, with the tag that said, “Maximoff,” came forward, and both of them grabbed her, Banner grabbing her wrists and Maximoff grabbing her waist as they carried her to the room with the rest of the authority figures that were to rule Clarke’s body.
Lang and Paxton, much to their chagrin, were dismissed, the door was closed and what followed, were hours of the most sex that Clarke had ever known, and even more intense than it had been with her trainers and with her trainers’ friends.
There were new restraints, soft cotton-lined cuffs that would bind her down, and while she was restrained, she was fucked in the pussy by each of the generals and captains and others.
The men would pull out their flesh and blood cocks, and Clarke would hear condoms being applied and feel the condom-wrapped cocks up against her entrance, and she would cry out as their cocks entered her cunt.
Straps would enter her, as well. The straps and the flesh and blood cocks all would be lubed up.
She would hear what some of her new masters would call each other and learned their names over the course of those hours as she was turned into a fuck toy.
Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Clint Barton, Laura Barton, Simone Barton, Barney Barton, James Rhodes-Rhodey, Thor Odinson, Hela Odinsdotter, Loki Laufeyson, Sylvie Laufeysdotter, Carol Danvers, Eddie Brock, Peggy Carter, Dottie Underwood, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, Brunnhilde, Bruce Banner, Pepper Potts, Sam Wilson, Maria Hill, Stephen Strange, Christine Palmer, Joaquin Torres, Jessica Jones, Frank Castle, Luke Cage, Elektra Natchios, Danny Rand, Trish Walker.
Clarke learned this as she was fucked doggystyle on the couch, the many of her masters, pulling their uniform pants down to fuck her with flesh and blood cocks or fake cocks.
When Clarke had been fucked unconscious, she was carried then to their base, to their house, where she would learn the most pampered life she could ever imagine.
All sex slaves had this life. She had seen how one of the male sex slaves, Finn Collins, was to be treated by his new master; Griffin Sinclair, and she had almost cum at the sight of his gentleness handling Finn, as he had fingered Finn’s asshole, watching him moan into Griffin Sinclair’s mouth.
She supposed she was in for loads of pleasure, if nothing else.
And she had been right.
She had never been isolated, never alone, and allowed to see her friends. Other sex slaves, some coworkers. She was allowed to have classes and go out and do as she pleased, just as long as she returned to her masters’ homes and let them have their way with her.
Whenever her masters weren’t around and Clarke was aroused, the other servants would please her.
Now, Clarke never gave them permission, but they knew what their jobs were, and happily pleased her against her will.
Clarke learned that among her new masters, there were sixteen generals; Peggy, Natasha, Tony, Steve, Bruce, Clint, Thor, Hela, Sylvie, Loki, Wanda, Pietro, Laura, Melina, Frank and Elektra.
There were six colonels; Rhodey, Dottie, Pepper, Yelena, Luke and Danny.
There were eight captains; Carol, Brunnhilde, Barney, Simone, Maria, Jessica, Joaquin and Trish.
Two lieutenants; Sam and Eddie.
Either way? They got to fuck Clarke whenever they wanted, and Clarke wished she didn’t enjoy it. But she did.
It was all the worse when they learned of her mommy kink and of her daddy kink.
Her mommy kink was much more intense, since her mother had never loved her.
And the women of the military who were now in possession of Clarke, who were happy to be “mommy doms,” Dottie, Peggy, Wanda, Elektra, Sylvie, Hela, Jessica, Melina, Trish, Simone, Pepper-they would take full advantage and sometimes would even take pills to make themselves produce milk from their breasts, and force Clarke to feed from their breasts, as they fisted her or had her ride their strap-ons, having her in their laps, having her call them “mommy” the whole time, and Clarke would lose her mind completely, when they did this.
Now, sometimes when Clarke’s masters were gone, the servants would have their way with her, but on one night, about three years after becoming her masters’ sex slave, a group of young men and women were brought to the house.
Clarke’s masters explained that they were all of age, and were their and various servants’ children.
And that it was time that these youths learn how to properly fuck her so that they’d know how to do it in the future.
Clarke didn’t even have time to protest, as she was tied to the bed, her legs spread wide by Bruce and Frank, her body completely naked, and her hands tied above her head by Natasha and Clint.
“Go on,” Wanda purred to the youths, as she pulled off her heavy military coat, tossing it to the floor and kneeling at the foot of the bed, dipping her head in and licking a long lick at Clarke’s clit, causing the blonde captive to scream and buck her hips.
Wanda nodded, smirking, “Her pussy is nice and wet and ready, as it always it.”
Clarke whimpered. Unfortunately, her masters knew this to be fact. Over the years, whenever they would bend her over and fuck her, or force their fingers or fist inside her, or tie her down as each of them took their turns eating her pussy out, they knew that Clarke was always went, always had a need. Her clit and pussy were just too sensitive.
The first of the youngsters that came forward, a copper-skinned girl with black hair and dark brown eyes, who she heard Wanda call “America,” nodded to Wanda, and reached into her pocket, pulling out a plastic container, and when America opened up that container, she pulled out a vibrator.
Clarke whimpered, her arousal spiking at the sight of the vibrator.
America, as Clarke saw, had a knitted symbol on her jacket that Clarke had seen other soldiers wear. Meaning that this young woman, like the others, were training to be in positions like their predecessors.
Clarke, it seemed, was to be fucked by the entire battalion that her masters had.
America moved to between Clarke’s legs and placed the vibrator full force on Clarke’s cunt, and started the vibrator up.
Clarke screamed and arched, as that vibrator worked.
After four climaxes, America kneeled down and put her face between Clarke’s legs and started licking and sucking, making Clarke cum twice again.
At some point, Natasha, Clint, Laura, Simone and Barney left the room, and Clarke was wondering why, until the next soldier stepped up to fuck her.
It was because that this next candidate, likely was family in some way and those that left, didn’t want watch their children doing anything like this.
The next youngster, a young man who looked to be at the oldest, twenty, came forward.
Clarke noticed that he looked quite a bit like Barney. And the young man began to unzip his pants, eyes gleaming as he stared hungrily at Clarke.
Clarke tried to pull, but the soft, silk ropes had her legs tied apart.
America grinned and moved away nodding to the young man.
“Go on, Zachary.”
Clarke listened as Zachary, moved forward, taking a condom provided by Eddie, and slathered some lube on his cock, provided to him from a container that Dottie was holding.
Then he pounced, his thick cock sliding right inside.
Clarke screamed as Zachary groaned, and then began laughing lustfully as he pumped his hips forward.
Clarke cried out as that thick cock stroked her clit, and she came hard after several minutes of him groaning and pounding into her. He didn’t last long, though, he nutted up and came into the condom, groaning into her breasts.
When he pulled out of her, moaning quietly, a young girl that Clarke heard Bruce call “Lila,” walked over, pulling her pants down and revealing a purple strap-on.
Clarke then remembered something as she panted and was covered in sweat. Lila was one of the names of Laura and Clint’s children. Zachary was too. Though Clarke had to wonder if Zachary was actually Clint’s kid or Barney’s.
Lila lubed up the strap, then thrust in all the way into Clarke’s cunt, smirking down at the other woman as she railed the blonde.
Clarke arched as she felt the strap stroke against her clit and the inside of her walls.
She felt Bruce, Wanda and the rest of her still present masters all around, watching.
This was what it was to be a prize for the military, it seemed.
To cum all the time, and have the best life, save for the fact that she belonged to them and couldn’t consent.
All things considered? Clarke might be insane, but she was enjoying every moment, even if she told herself that she shouldn’t.