Title: The Prisoner

Chapter Rating: Mature (M)

Fandom: The 100

Pairing: Anya/Clarke

Prompt(s): The 100: Anya/Clarke: Rough Sex from the Sixth Annual Femslash Kink Meme!

Beta: The amazing reconizeitforwhatitis-weakness on tumblr (she is truly a godsend)

Warning: Rough lesbian sex. AU certain characters don't die.

Summary: Clarke and Anya are running form the Mountain Men. The fight at the drop ship turns into something more.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything. Nothing I write is for profit. Everything I wrote is not meant to offend anyone.

"What the fuck." The sky girl's neck was throbbing with pain. She briefly wondered how long it would take to get infected. "You can't claim me!"

The grounder stopped circling the younger girl. Her smirk turned into an evil grin. "But I already have. You may not realize it, but you already are mine."

Anya jumped at Clarke, pinning the girl to the ground. At first she struggled with the girl until she finally held the sky girl's hands with her own, pinning them above the younger girl's head. Anya stared down at her. She admired the Sky Princess's features. They were untouched by war and hunger like her own face. If she was honest, she was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen. Many of her own people were hardened to the world, but not Clarke her face still held a beautiful innocence.

She looked up at the woman on top of her. Brown eyes looked deeply into blue. The younger woman saw something that she had never seen before from the older woman. A look of longing and desire stared down at the sky girl. It sent a shiver down her spine.

Anya took this as a sign to continue. She leaned in, eyes never leaving bright shocked ones, as her lips meet incredibly soft ones. She tasted a mix of blood, mud, and something uniquely Clarke. A warm sensation filled her aching chest. She had only felt this with one other person, her Commander, Lexa.

Lexa had left her in the dirt to lead their clan. She had understood, but she had wanted to tell the girl to stay, beg her to feel the same as she did. She shed no tears though. That would have been a weakness. She had promised that she would never put herself in that position again, but here she was claiming this girl as hers. Deep down she knew that she was desperate for this again. She had been for a long time. The only reason she had allowed it to happen again is because she had finally found an equal who would not be able to run away from her like Lexa did. The Sky Princess would be hers; she already was in a way.

Clarke was shocked feeling Anya's lips moving against hers. It felt wrong to kiss the woman who had just beat the shit out of her, but something inside her, maybe it was battle lust or maybe it was Finn having a girlfriend, wanted to continue this. Lips played on lips, gentle and caressing in a smooth dance that left both wanting more.

The grounder wanted the girl to respond in a positive manner. She knew she wasn't used to the hard ways of her people. She started kissing the girl slowly even though every fiber of her being wanted to take her rough and hard in that moment, but no, she would wait. She wanted the Sky Princess to submit first. She would not be as savage as the men in her tribe. She wanted a willing woman.

Clarke continued to kiss the older woman feeling a more energy bubbling in her abdomen as her butterflies fluttered around her stomach. It had never felt this way with Finn. It had felt nice, but nothing so primal and raw as kissing your enemy. A moaned escaped her lips before she could stop it. Something inside Anya snapped making waiting next to impossible. In that moment, she decided to speed things up just a little.

The grounder's mouth gave small tiny kisses down the side of the girl's face. She kept them light and chaste not wanting to taste more of the blood and dirt coating the other girl. She distracted the girl from her hand slipping up her shirt by roughly pulling her head to the side gaining better access to her neck.

Clarke didn't like the roughness and fought back only to have her neck jerked roughly back into place. "Anya, please not-"

"You are mine…say it…say it," she husked, her hand finally touching the lace of Sky Princess's thin bra. The girl fought trashing against the touch. She wanted the woman to listen to her before continuing.

"No, Anya I-" Clarke cried out as she felt a nip paralleling the bite on the other side of her neck. "No" She was not going to let this woman bully her into submission. She rolled her hips and twisted effectively switching their positions so she was now on top.

The grounder smirked allowing the girl to have the upper hand for a moment. She thought it was rather cute that the girl thought she could top her. "You have my attention, Princess."

The girl huffed pushing the hair that had fallen into her face with puff of air. "Anya, if we do…this" she took her hands off the other woman's shoulders and gestured between them before returning to pin the other woman to the ground. "I am in control."

"You are, are you?" Anya almost wanted to laugh, but didn't want to offend the younger girl. "So what you going to do to me?

The girl paused not knowing exactly what she wanted to do. She had expected the grounder to put up more of a fight. Her momentary hesitation was her doom. The grounder easily flipped them over, her hands coming to rest on the girl's sides not even bothering to hold her down.

"I thought so…" the older woman began to ghost her fingers up and down Clarke's side in a silent rhythm. "Did you know my people are twice as good at giving pleasure as they are at giving pain?"

The Sky Princess gasped as the fingers ghosted against a particularly sensitive spot. Anya's fingers itched to lift the girl's top, but she restrained herself. She needed to wait just a little longer. She needed to lure the girl in slowly and then take her rough and hard. "If you say you're mine, I'll show you. You'd like that wouldn't you, Clarke?"

The girl fought a moan as the fingers continued to seductively skim her fingers along Clarke's covered abdomen up to just below the swell of her breasts. "We can't…"

"Oh, but we can. All you have to do is say the words, Clarke" The grounder's deceptive voice was laced with honey teased the girl's ears urging her to give herself to the older woman. Her mind knew that she shouldn't but lust and desire were clouding her thought process. All the blood in her head had gone to her nether region, which was already flushed and slick with longing.

"I...please can you just." Clarke's hips arched a little trying to make contact with Anya's hips, anything would do at this point.

The grounder removed her hand from the girl's side, shaking a single finger in her face. "No, no." She put her hands beside Clarke's head, helping her lean down till their noses were almost touching. The sky girl could feel the grounders breath tickling her face. "I told you. Say that you are mine, no one else's, and I will pleasure you, Sky Princess, like no one before."

She held her breath. She wanted to do as the older woman asked. She really did, but she didn't know if she could trust someone who might still try to kill her people. Her eyes searched out glinting brown ones. She could get lost in their depth, a swirl of desire and something else that she couldn't quiet place resided in them. It might have been admiration or acceptance; the Sky Princess would not realize what it actually was for a couple years. She would not realize the beginning of a weakness forming inside of Anya.

"Yes…I am yours." She gave in allowing the grounder to claim her lips in a rough greeting. The grounders left hand wasted no time in reaching underneath Clarke's shirt. Her hands were rough and calloused against the girl's smooth flesh. Her insatiable desire for power and control was finally able to rear its ugly head taking what it wanted.

The grounders hands roughly palmed her lace-covered breasts. Anya enjoyed the soft, scar free skin. It was so different than touching Lexa's. The Commander's muscles were tight and more pronounced. Clarke was more lean and soft, a wonderful and welcome change. The grounder was intoxicated; she had to have more. She needed more. She had to taste the delicious flesh. Lifting the girl's shirt, she licked a path up the smooth mud free skin. Clarke shivered in delight. Finn had never paid as much attention to her body as the grounder did.

The older woman didn't bother removing the girl's bra. She pushed it up wanting her mouth on the Sky Princess's small breast as soon as possible. The skin tasted of sweat and something that the she couldn't quite place. It was delicious, and she knew one taste would never be enough.

Her mouth made patterns along her right breast before sucking the pebbled nipple into her mouth biting it lightly between her teeth. The girl cried out as her back arched on it own accord. Her left hand paralleled her mouths movements on other breast as her right hand slipped down into her pants past the lacey panties beneath.

A mixture of pain and pleasure made the girl wiggle underneath the grounder. Her desire was mounting by the moment. Soon she wouldn't be able to think any coherent thoughts that didn't involve sex.

Roughly massaging the girl's clit, her mouth continued to play along the smooth flesh of her breasts nipping and biting the puckered nipples. The liquid between Clarke's legs was flooding her panties, wetting the woman's hand. Anya knew she had to feel inside. The temptation was just too great.

Three slick fingers roughly shoved into the Sky Princess without warning causing her to cry out. The pain of the unexpected penetration had been lessened by the distraction of pleasure coming from her breasts. The woman's big fingers put together were larger than Finn's small manhood.

The girl was tighter than the grounder had expected. Though it did nothing to stop her from roughly taking the girl, moving her fingers in and out in a fast rhythm. She wanted the girl to feel her for days to come. Pure pleasure would come in the future, when they had more time. Anya was distinctly aware that the day was growing long. Soon it would dark, and the Reapers would be hunting.

The girl squirmed underneath her, crying at both the pain and pleasure she was receiving.

"Mmmm….you feel so good." Her thumb rubbed her clit harshly not caring about anything but making the girl cum. They had to finish this quickly despite her desire to draw this out. She pressed her fingers upward hitting the rough patch of skin inside the girl. Whenever Lexa had pleasured her, it had always had her see stars.

"Cum for me, Clarke. Cum for me, Princess of the Sky," Anya hissed. Clarke cried out cumming undone underneath the older woman's ministrations.

The grounder smiled at the panting girl. She felt her fingers being pulled in and continually squeezed causing her hand to cramp, but she didn't seem to mind. The girl was more beautiful than she had expected her to be. In that moment, she knew the girl had weakened her. She had caused her to find something more wonderful than she ever imagined. One time would never satisfy her now.

- Later that Night -

"Look at that." Clarke said. Her face was still covered in mud and blood. They had walked over an hour and had finally reached a fence that was obviously created by the sky people.

"How many of you are there?" asked Anya. Her left eye had completely closed because of Clarke's punches.

"I don't know. A lot I hope." Clarke turned to the older woman. "You realize that our only chance against Mount Weather is if we fight together. To beat them we will need our technology and your people's knowledge of this world. I know my people will help. The question is will yours?"

"The Commander was my second. I can get an audience." Anya extended her arm. Clarke took it shacking it in a binding agreement.

Clarke looked at the other woman's tired face. "Stay the night. We need to treat your wounds."

"I must get back," Anya turned to leave but Clarke grabbed her arm pulling her back. A bullet zoomed by where she had been standing a moment ago. The girl let out a scream and Anya's armed moved around her as if to protect her from the unseen threat. She tried to drag her to the ground, but was too slow. A second bullet was fired and hit Clarke in the arm, causing her to scream out in pain. Anya hissed saying something that sounded like 'Kill them all'. Men with flashlights and guns ran over shoving the butts of their guns into the two women's faces effectively knocking them out. They were drug towards the camp, passed the makeshift gate. One of the guards yelled out a quick 'medic!' while the rest of the guards circled the two women, clearly viewing them as a treat.

Someone stopped them. Clarke vaguely recognized the voice, but she couldn't place it. The blonde woman stopped the person she had heard. "She is not a prisoner she is my daughter."

Clarke could not believe what she was hearing. It sounded so much like her mother. Abby knelt in front of her daughter, "Clarke." She pushed her dirty hair away from the girl's face. Tears were leaking from her eyes.

"Mom?" Clarke whimpered.

"Shhh…baby," whispered a chocked up Abby. She looked up at the guards that were holding her daughter. "Get her to the medical ward now."

They began to move Clarke, but was stopped by Clarke's voice. "Wait…wait please…Anya. She is hurt too."

The blonde woman began to protest, but Abby ordered her to be taken to the sick bay as well.

Clarke smiled her lover was safe. That was all she needed to know before she slipped into unconscious again.

- Early the Next Morning -

Clarke woke up to blaring light that made her blink. She noticed first that she was cold. She was completely naked against a metal table with only a thin cloth covering her. "Anya…" she croaked.

There was a flutter of movement and Abby came into view. She looked like she had been crying, but despite that she smiled at her daughter. "Hi, baby."

"How…Anya?" questioned Clarke. Her throat was dryer than it had ever been in her life. She wondered if her mom would let her drink a glass of water.

"She is fine Clarke. I had to sedate her; she was fighting us pretty hard. She had a deep cut on her arm and her nose was broken, but she wasn't half as bad as you were. You had deep cuts along your arm and stomach as well as bullet in your shoulder and in your arm. What happened out there?" She was now sitting beside her daughter. She decided to leave out the fresh dried blood they had found on her daughter's thighs and panties. It was obvious that she had been penetrated, but she thought it was best to wait to ask about that. She could only hope that it had at least been voluntary, but a greater part of her knew that it was probably a result of rape. There was no telling what the grounders had done to her daughter. She would have questioned the woman named Anya first, but Clarke woke up before she had a chance to wake the other woman with smelling salts.

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