Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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Clarke had an almost psychotic smile on her face pretty much throughout every single moment of publicly humiliating her wife Octavia. Perhaps ironically Clarke knew that the worst part of it for Octavia would be being publicly beaten by her.
Well, her proud warrior woman would have been humiliated to be defeated by anyone that way, as she was stubborn as a mule and would have probably preferred passing out to tapping out as The Commander, their wife, had commanded her to do, and Clarke had forced her to do.
But to lose to someone in that manner who was well known to be a lesser fighter was unbearable for Octavia, and not something she would ever forget. And perhaps never truly forgive.
For Octavia, it was worse than being publicly ass fucked. Given that was the humiliation that Clarke had suffered countless times from Octavia while trying to improve her skills at hand-to-hand combat the blonde had little sympathy or remorse as she revelled in her triumph and tried to make the whole thing is humiliating as possible, partly as punishment, and partly because Clarke wanted to savour it in case it never happened again.
Which hadn't bothered her when she was overwhelmed with adrenaline, but now Clarke was beginning to worry about it, and more importantly that she had perhaps gone a little too far with one of the women she loved.
She'd first thought that while taking a bow to her audience and then ordering Octavia to slowly walk to the changing room so she could still admire her handiwork. The look Octavia gave her was kind of terrifying. Which she had received before, many times, but it had never been worse throughout fucking Octavia's butt and at that moment as Clarke's adrenaline slowly left her.
Not that it stopped her from following closely behind Octavia so she could admire how her wife's butt hole remained gaped open, and how awkwardly she walked. Of course when they got behind the curtain into the changing rooms Octavia immediately turned around and glared at her, making Clarke wonder if it was truly worth it.
"Are, are you okay?" Clarke asked softly, "Did I go too far?"
Octavia smirked, "You didn't go far enough. You should have broken me completely. Instead you made the biggest mistake of your life."
"Oh thank God, you're making idle threats." Clarke teased, "I know you're fine when you're idly threatening someone."
"They're not idle." Octavia growled, moving closer.
"Prove it." Clarke antagonise the other girl, and was rewarded for it with a bruisingly hard kiss, in the process Octavia biting her lips almost hard enough to draw blood. Not put off in the slightest Clarke kissed back just as roughly, and then when they broke apart for air laughed, "You're going to have to do a lot better than that if you want payback."
"Yeah?" Octavia asked childishly.
"Yeah." Clarke confirmed just as childishly, again being rewarded by a rough kiss.
"You hurt my butt." Octavia growled when this latest kiss was broken, "I think you should kiss it better."
Clarke grinned, "Make me."
Only too happy to oblige Octavia force Clarke to her knees, turned around and then shoved the other girl's face directly between her ass cheeks. Clarke giggled at first, mostly because she knew Octavia found it irritating, but also because she found the whole thing cute.
Then, fighting off Octavia a little, Clarke started kissing and even licking at the bruised and scratched flesh, making her wife whimper, gasp and coo with delight as Clarke literally kissed Octavia's ass better, even as once again she felt no remorse over what she had done.
Again, mostly because she had received the same thing many times from Octavia, as was often the case Clarke found herself delighting at particularly the memory of the first time Octavia had gaped her ass, a.k.a. their very first time together.
*
One year ago...
Raven Reyes wasn't sure what she was expecting when she entered The Commander's tent. Probably Clarke and Lexa fucking. Again. Which was almost understandable, at least this time, as they were celebrating a huge victory, which was why Raven had been hoping to drop off the requested items with the guards and leave, but they had insisted that she go inside.
When she did Clarke was indeed on the bed of animal furs, but She was fully clothed this time, as was thankfully Lexa. Octavia too, who was there for some reason, although initially Raven didn't question it, or the fact that she was kneeling before Lexa.
After all, Octavia had fought hard to earn her place amongst the grounders, and if this night proved anything it was that they were all under Lexa's command now. Although she had no idea just how true that was, or just how far she would fall under that command.
"I'm done, here's what you requested." Raven said, holding out her bag to Lexa who was standing in front of the kneeling Octavia. Then as an afterthought Raven added with a nod of her head, "Commander."
After briefly glancing at the bag Lexa raised an eyebrow and then just stared at Raven, prompting Raven to sigh, open up the bag and hold it open for inspection. Lexa then smiled, reached inside with both hands and pulled out the two strap-on dildos Raven had only just finished making.
It was easy considering she had already made one and thus had the necessary materials, and this time she was even able to watch Lexa inspect them without blushing. Mostly.
The same thing couldn't be said though for making the damn things, but that was mostly because she was imagining Lexa using them on Clarke. And vice versa. And, if she was honest, her too. Something Raven desperately tried not to think about, and succeeded. At least until Lexa smiled directly at her.
"Fine workmanship." Lexa said almost casually, "These should do nicely."
"Yeah, well... this is the last time, okay? I don't mind doing a favour for a friend, but I'm not a toymaker. Especially not this kind of toy. I'm..." Raven complained, trailing off when she noticed that The Commander was looking at her wickedly.
