Disclaimer: I do not own The 100. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Author's note: This story takes place after Season 3, but deviates from canon after that.
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Octavia Blake calmed her breathing, went still for a few long seconds, and then started desperately flailing again, but it was no use. Her wife had all the leverage in the world, and she couldn't reach back to hit her and she just didn't have enough strength left to get out of this. All she could do now was tap out and accept the penalty. Which she would normally do now in a heartbeat.
After all, she hated to lose to Clarke Griffin, but it was sadly something which happened a lot over the last few months as Wanheda had matured into a true warrior, so there was no true shame in that, and as humiliating as it was to be publicly butt fucked for better or for worse it was also something that happened regularly, and even though she didn't want to admit it Octavia loved it.
But the consequences wouldn't just be an ass fucking this time. No, it would be a double ass fucking, Octavia receiving the one thing she'd hoped would break Clarke, and now she feared it would be the thing that broke her. Because she like to believe if Clarke could survive it without breaking she could too, but it had been a risk Octavia had been desperately trying to avoid taking.
Which had been working, at least for a while, and the past week or so had been truly glorious as she and their precious Lexa relentlessly dominated their wives together just like Octavia had always wanted. Lexa had even told Octavia she was proud of her, right before she put her in her place with an ass fucking, which was hard enough to survive without breaking because Lexa was so ridiculously skilled on her own.
For Clarke to be involved too? Octavia shuddered to think. So determined was she to avoid and now perhaps inevitable fate that Octavia refused to tap, honestly hoping that Clarke would just break her leg at this point. Anything to avoid being broken and never knowing the joy of topping her wives again. Although hopefully it wouldn't come to that. Hopefully Clarke would let go first.
After all, even through this little rivalry of theirs Octavia never questioned even for a moment that Clarke loved her, or that she loved Clarke, and surely she would show her mercy, wouldn't she? Clarke certainly looked apprehensive at the moment, and she had previously confessed that while she enjoyed sparring with Octavia the worst part of it was hurting her. Octavia felt the same way, so maybe she could use that now to her advantage.
"Octavia, stop being so stubborn and tap." Clarke pleaded, before glancing at their watching wives, "Don't make Lexa have to order you again."
Briefly Octavia glanced at their watching wives, one of whom was already equipped with a strap-on, just waiting to violate her ass hole, and then she whimpered, "No double anal?"
Clarke shook her head, "We had a deal."
"Please..." Octavia whimpered, "I can't."
"You would deny me?" Lexa asked with a menacing glare on her face, which became clearer as she, followed by Raven, walked out into the arena from her previous place in the shadows.
"We'll be gentle." Clarke promised, "Make you love it."
"That's what she is afraid of." Lexa said dryly, now standing directly over her stubborn wife, "But she doesn't need to be. She's my warrior. I have faith in her willpower. And this alone proves why I believe in her. But I shall make this easy on her. Octavia, surrender your ass to me and Clarke. That's an order."
Even then there was a pause before Octavia whimpered, "Yes Heda."
The watching crowd cheered with delight as Octavia's hand finally smacked the floor three times to signify her surrender. It was bigger than usual, no doubt in anticipation of Octavia receiving this unspeakable humiliation, which made her defeat that much more devastating.
But at least it meant Clarke immediately let go of her hold and instead of celebrating her win like normal she immediately spooned Octavia and whispered words of apology and comfort. Which Octavia normally wouldn't like, but in that moment she was feeling needy and relaxed into the embrace for a few blissful seconds as the crowd faded away and there was only Octavia and her wives.
Then Clarke whispered, "Are you ready?"
Octavia nodded, before quickly and softly adding, "Can you just get it over with? Please?"
"Okay." Clarke agreed, seeing Octavia was in a vulnerable state and not wanting to push her anymore. Then with a kiss to Octavia's cheek stood up and loudly ordered, "Eat my pussy, loser."
Clarke worried a little that tiny jab would be too much given Octavia's state of mind, but she just couldn't resist, and she wasn't sure anyone would respect her if she didn't, especially not Octavia. If anything it seemed to bring Octavia back to her old self, and she just glared up at Clarke before grabbing hold of her pants and yanking them down.