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Clarke had been placed in circumstances bigger than anyone her age or any age really, should have had to do with multiple times in her young life. The first time was when her father discovered that the air supply systems on the Ark were failing and unable to be prepared. Clarke had overheard her parents discussing the situation, and her father telling her mother about a video he had made. In order to warn the people of the Ark. But, the council was told of her father’s plans and he was floated to keep the silence. Because Clarke knew she was placed in solitary confinement, she assumed the plan was for her to be floated on her eighteenth birthday. She blamed her friend Wells for what happened, the fact that her mother was not punished should have clued her in to the real culprit. Unfortunately for her, she found out too late to make up the missing time with her childhood friend.

Clarke’s next time to be put under pressure was when she was sent to the ground with the rest of the one-hundred children who had been in the Ark prison system. She had stept into a leadership position not because she really wanted to do so. But, because she wanted to try and keep as many of the ground sent to the ground alive. However, from the first day on the ground they began to lose people. Clarke took each of the deaths onto herself believing she had failed them from Atom, to Wells, to Charlotte and even Finn. Finn who became the first life she took by her own hand, putting a knife through his ribcage to end his suffering. Finn though was not the first time she had killed someone on the ground.

Then came the time they were surrounded by grounder warriors and with the press of a button Clarke killed three-hundered with a ring of fire. Before Clarke had time to process what she had done, they were captured and taken to Mount Weather. Her people had been happy in the Mountain at first, but Clarke knew that something was not right. She wished she had been able to do what the President asked and to just follow along. He had insisted she didn’t need to be a leader anymore. She knew though that the man could not be trusted. Her instincts lead her to discover the grounders being kept in cages and drained of their blood. She was able to free Anya from the Mountain, but she died due to a stray bullet. Anya cutting her own braid to have Clarke take to Lexa.

Then there was Lexa, the Commander of the clans, their initial introduction had been tremendously rocky. The one-hundred were after all squatters on Trikru lands. Since Clarke was the defacto leader of the group she had many interactions with Lexa. Clarke being the first to escape the mountain raised her esteem among the grounders, and then healing a ripa elevated her even more. Clarke and her became close as they planned to take down the mountain, and then they kissed. Then the next day Lexa walked away with her people and left Clarke and her people to finish the job, die trying or surrender to the mountain. It had been Clarke to make the decision to irradiate the mountain and kill all those who could not survive the radiation that entered in. Over five-hundred men, women and children were killed in agonizing fashion because Clarke pulled a lever. Bellamy pulled it with her symbolically, but he didn’t bear it like she did.

Clarke couldn’t go back with the rest of her people so she left them at the gate. She decided to walk away not really having a plan for what to do next. Eventually she found her way to Niylah’s trading post, and her bed. The girl told her of the whispers that Wanheda the commander of death, had come from the sky and brought down the mountain. Clarke left not wanting to bring people looking for her upon Niylah and possibly bringing the young woman to harm. It was then that she was captured by Roan, the exiled prince of Azgeda. The last she heard he was in Polis, so she assumed he had been sent by Lexa. However, he did not take her to Lexa. Instead he took her north into the territory of Azgeda and to his mother. Hoping that bringing Wanheda to his mother might possibly bring him favor and allow him to return home.

Clarke was thrown into the dungeon upon her arrival late at night. Roan had kept her head covered as they traveled, to prevent her recognizeable blonde hair from being seen. Although now parts of it were streaked with red from berries. Roan had not wanted him to be seen traveling with Wanheda as prisoner. There were many people who would rise up to defend the commander of death who had taken down the mountain. Even in Azgeda there were those who would have defended her. Clarke lay down upon the stone bench in her cell and fell asleep once she waited and discovered she would not be accosted that night. She had heard the stories of what had happened to Lexa’s former lover Costia at the hands of Queen Nia. She hoped that she would not have to suffer as Costia did before her death.

Clarke’s prison door opened the next morning and the strangest sight she had ever seen walked into her cell. A woman, at least she assumed it was a woman due to her figure, covered head to toe in a shiny material, entered carrying a tray of food. No eyes or mouth could be seen and only too small holes were in place for the nose to breathe in and out.

“Excuse me. Can you tell me what’s going on? Are you fattening me up just to kill me later? Are you guys cannibals maybe?”

            Clarke wasn’t sure why she was expecting the figure to respond, but they merely lay down the tray of food and walked back out of the cell. Clarke looked at the food hesitatingly. Would the food be poisoned or drugged? How about the water? She sniffed both of them before taking a small bite of the eggs provided. She waited ten minutes to make sure that nothing happened before taking a small sip of the water. After that she waited five minutes before resuming eating the rest. Of course eating and drinking meant her body produced waste and she unfortunately discovered that she had only a bucket for that. At lunch the same figure appeared taking the empty tray and leaving a full one. Clarke once again attempted to converse but the figure didn’t even acknowledge her. This went on day and night for three days before Clarke saw anyone else.

            On the morning of her fourth day in the Azgeda cell the figure once again entered carrying her tray of food. However, this time another woman entered behind her. The woman appeared to be around Clarke’s age and had the traditional facial scarring of the people of Azgeda.

“Hello Wanheda, I am Ontari. Welcome to Azgeda.” The woman said simply as she watched Clarke begin to eat her breakfast.

“And a fine welcome it is, kidnapped by your prince and thrown into a dungeon. I’ve heard the stories about Costia, when does the torture start? Is Queen Nia planning to kill me?” Clarke watched the covered figure leave after setting down the food and taking the empty tray from the night before.

“I do now know what Queen Nia plans to do with you. She is not here, she has been summoned to Polis. I believe it is for the clan leaders to celebrate the fall of the maunon. I am leading Azgeda until she returns and was only notified last night of your arrival. It seems the prince thought I might be eager to start torturing you without his mother’s consent. However, I would never do such a thing without my Queen’s approval. Taking such an action would put me in these cells in your place. I would also remind you that you have only heard the commanders account of what happened with Costia. And that was told to her by Roan who hates his mother and wanted to place all the blame upon Queen Nia.”

“So, the Queen did not torture Costia for information and then cut off her head and send it to Lexa in a box? I’m not sure what difference you could tell me that would change what I think of that story.”

“What if I told you that Costia lives?” Ontari asked a stunned Clarke as she turned and walked out of the cell.

If Clarke’s record keeping was accurate, it was another five days before she saw anyone other than the covered figure. Ontari returned one day when the figure brought her evening meal to her. Clarke had tried to get the figure to acknowedge her but she only ever brought in the food tray and took the empty. Or, took Clarke’s waste bucket out and returned it empty a few minutes later. Clarke was certain she was beginning to smell and hair was a mess as she had not been able to clean herself since her arrival. Clarke whispered a thank you to the covered figure as she lay down Clarke’s food tray. Ontari standing a few feet away as she watched Clarke eat her dinner.

“Can you tell me where Costia is now? What is she doing? Why make Lexa think she was dead?”

Ontari sighed and moved closer to Clarke sitting down on the stone bench that was Clarke’s bed. She knew Clarke was unarmed and she could take the young girl in an unarmed fight. “It is true that the Queen attempted to wrench information from Costia. But, she would not break. Eventually the Queen realized that Costia didn’t have any useful information to give to her. She offered to let Costia return to Polis. Costia however feared that other enemies of Lexa might attempt to capture her if she returned. So she asked to stay here in Azgeda hidden away from the world. Prince Roan was sent to Polis to inform Lexa that Costia was remaining in Azgeda, he carried a letter written in her own hand. The prince however, decided to capture some woman who resembled Costia and deliver her head. The Queen knew that Lexa would not believe her over Roan. So she let his deception stand and banished him from Azgeda. I’m not sure what his plan is with bringing you to his mother.”

Clarke sat pondering what Ontari had told her as she ate her meal. She was not sure what to believe anymore. Ontari seemed sincere in what she had told Clarke and Clarke did not sense her to be lying to her. She knew she would have to wait to speak to the Queen if she really wanted to get to the bottom of the story. So, she decided to satisfy her other curiousity.

“What can you tell me about the woman, I think it’s a woman, who brings me my food each day?”

Ontari looked at Clarke and raised an eyebrow, she hummed to herself before thinking for a moment. “Queen Nia discovered the material in some building from before the bombs. She liked how it looked. She dresses her closest servants in the material, it helps to separate them from the rest. It reminds the servants that they are just that servants, they are only to obey. Nobody knows who they are underneath the material. They only remove their outfits in the privacy of their dwellings or in the Queen’s private chambers. The Queen is, I believe the old-world term was intersex, and she will on occasion take some of them to bed. It has been a few years since she has been seen around here. She has been in private raising the Queen’s first daughter, she has been recently weened. I was shocked to discover that she has been the one delivering your meals.”

Clarke pondered the information she had been given as she ate, Ontari sitting next to her observing the sky girl. Clarke had not been repulsed as many were by the idea of the Queen having a penis or fathering a child. It was a closely guarded secret in the castle that Nia had sired Roan and not been the one to give birth to him. Clarke meanwhile was wondering what it would be like to be under one of the suits. The anonymity that it would provide the wearer. What did the material feel like? Clarke had seen the material in movies on her tablet and read stories about people wearing latex. She had worn latex gloves in her time following her mom around the medical area of the Ark. Clarke wished she had her tablet with her in this prison so she could read or do something.

“Ontari, what did Roan do with my things I had with me when he captured me?” Clarke asked softly after she had finished her meal. She could not complain about the food she had been given during her time in the Azgedan prison. Ontari leaned back against the wall in thought. “I do not know. I have not seen him as he is avoiding me. Is there anything in particular you were wanting from your things?”

“I understand that I am a prisoner, but you have been treating me very well overall. Better than I when I was captured by the maunon. I have a piece of tek that has many books from before the bombs on it in my supplies. I was hoping I might perhaps be allowed to have it to pass the time.” Ontari looked hard at Clarke, searching her eyes to see if Clarke was attempting to deceive her in some fashion.

“You would not be able to contact anyone with this tek? Let them know where you are? I have not yet spoken to the Queen as she has not returned from Polis. But, she would not want people to know that you are here. Your friends from the sky and many in the coalition would attempt to rescue you. Then, there are others who would want you to have the power of Wanheda. As long as you promise to only use it to read, I will see if I can locate this device for you. I am jealous of you Clarke, reading is a skill that many in Azgeda do not possess.”

Clarke held up her right arm, even though Ontari would have no idea what the motion meant. “I swear that I won’t be able to contact anyone with it. We are too far away from anyone for one, as well as me being underground I assume. Someone will have to on occasion take the device for me and set it I the sun, the battery is charged by sunlight. You mentioned that many would like to have the power of Wanheda, isn’t Queen Nia one of them? That’s why Roan brought me here instead of taking me to Polis right?”

“Yes, I believe that is why Roan brought you to his mother, as an offering to get in her good graces. I believe word had also reached him of his half-sister being born and perhaps wanted to see her. However, she is no longer here. The Queen has sent her to live with a loyal servant in a small community elsewhere in Azgeda. But, no one knows it is the Queens daughter. Only those we thought we could trust know that she is the Queen’s. For someone to let Roan know is dangerous. Only the Queen knows where her daughter now dwells, not even its birth mother or I have been told. As for the Queen wanting the power of Wanheda. She would want it by you bowing the knee to her or even taking the marks of Azgeda and joining the tribe. She knows that killing you would not grant her the power of Wanheda. But there are others in the coalition who believe this is exactly so.” Ontari stood and picked up the empty tray and nodded to Clarke before departing. That evening when her meal was delivered by the latex woman, her tablet was also delivered as well. Once her meal was finished Clarke opened her tablet and searched out the stories involving wearing latex.

It had been three days since she received her tablet and she had to send it for charging twice. Clarke was frustrated with arousal due to the sexual nature of the latex stories she had been reading. She didn’t dare masturbate because she had no way to clean herself afterwards. When the door opened for her evening meal once again Ontari entered with the latex woman. “The Queen has returned from Polis. You are to be brought before her tomorrow morning. This slave will come for you tomorrow morning and take you for a bath. If you attempt to run from her or harm her, you will be punished severely. Do you understand Clarke?” Clarke nodded and Ontari and the woman both left the cell as quickly as they had entered.

Sleep did not come easily for Clarke that night and her cell door opened early the next morning. A guard entered and cuffed Clarke’s hands behind her back and handed the key to the latex woman. The woman walked Clarke upstairs and through the palace of the Queen. When they reached their destination Clarke was uncuffed and directed towards a bathroom with a full tub. Clarke soaked herself for awhile before cleaning her body, scrubbing herself almost raw in an attempt to feel clean after weeks without water. Her hair took multiple washes before she was able to run her fingers through it. She wondered if they had provided her with combs or brushes. Then she noticed the latex woman through the door and pondered if the woman had hair underneath her latex hood. Clarke exited the bathroom and found clothing laid out on the bed for her. The other woman turned her back to Clarke to allow her to dress in private. Once Clarke was done dressing she took the opportunity to touch the other woman on the arm, to alert her that she was done dressing. But, also she wanted to feel the material for herself. The material felt differently than the gloves she had used in medical. The woman held up the cuffs and Clarke sighed but nodded, this time her hands were cuffed in front of her.

The woman led her what Clarke assumed were the private quarters of Queen Nia. She was seated with Ontari standing behind her chair and to the Queen’s left. When they reached approximately five feet in front of the Queen, he woman put her hand on Clarke’s shoulder. Clarke realized this was the mute woman’s way of letting her know to kneel. Clarke went down upon her knees with the assistance of the woman. She then went and knelt to the right of the queen, picking up a length of chain and attaching it to the collar around her throat. The queen reached out and rubbed her hand along the woman’s covered scalp. Clarke thought she detected a shudder of pleasure.

“So, you are the mighty Wanheda. With the stories I heard of you, I thought perhaps you would be taller. You may relax Clarke, you are in no danger in this room. As a matter of fact Ontari, please uncuff our guest.” Ontari retrieved the key from the latex woman and came to Clarke, uncuffing her hands and taking the cuffs with her. Throwing them on a table that had been behind Ontari. “I’m sure you have heard many stories about my cruelty Clarke, I assure you they are greatly exaggerated to make me the villain. Can I be a bitch? Without question, but Azgeda are hard lands and I have had to be hard to survive and rule. You have caused an uproar by disappearing Wanheda. The commander and those from the sky are desperate to locate you. I was questioned multiple times on whether I knew where you were. As I did not know my son had brought you here I could in all honesty say that I did not know. The commander had sent Roan after you and when both he and you did not return, she assumed he had brought you here. I was also approached by a few would be allies who assured me they would back me if I took the power of Wanheda upon myself. They meant of course that I would kill you for your power. But, I swear to you Clarke that I will not do such a thing. What do you want Clarke?”

Clarke sucked in a breath and looked at the Queen. The Queen was smiling and the slave was leaning her head against her thigh in contentment. What did she want? If Ontari was right, and she assumed she was. By being Wanheda she would always be a target, people wanting to use her for their own gains. Even though Clarke was no supernatural entity, she did not commune with past spirits as Lexa claimed to do so through the flame. She was just a girl who had put in tough situations and killed over eight-hundred people since she came to the earth. Clarke knew some military organizations and cultures did kill marks upon their body. Where would she put eight-hundred plus marks on her body?

“I just want to be left alone. I’m not even twenty years old and now I’m the commander of death? I don’t want to make decisions, I don’t want to have to decide who lives or dies. I won’t pledge myself to you or Azgeda here today. Perhaps in the future I might take the marks of Azgeda. I think really what I want is to be her.” Clarke nodded at the figure leaning her head against the thigh of the Queen. Nia raised an eyebrow and nodded at Clarke to continue. “She had anonymity, she’s not Wanheda, the commander of death, the sky priness, the daughter of the guy who got floated on the ark. Nobody but you actually knows who she is under that suit. She could take it off and walk around and nobody would know it was the same person. She has no responsibilities other than to obey. I just need a break from everything. Ontari assures me that I would be safe in Azgeda and that nobody knows I am here, except for the three in this room and Roan.”

Nia looked at Clarke and then looked at her latex slave. Then she looked at the open spot in the same location on her left hand side. “Very well Clarke if that is your desire, it will be granted. I do ask that you serve me for at least one year before asking to be released from my service. Is this acceptable to you?” Clarke nodded her head in agreement after a moment’s thought. “I will have my slave to dress you in what I call my training suit. I hope that you will be open to the experience. Please go with her and once you have been prepared you may return.”

The slave unclipped her collar from the throne and stood, she held out her hand indicating that Clarke should come with her. Clarke put her hand into the woman’s and followed her, a thrill going through her at what was about to happen. Clarke was led into what she assumed were the servants quarters. The slave led Clarke into her bathroom area and had her sit in front of a mirror. The woman picked up a razor and stood behind Clarke, she picked up a strand of Clarke’s hair and Clarke nodded. She was pretty sure she knew now whether the woman had hair underneath the hood, the answer was no and soon neither would Clarke. The woman worked quickly and efficiently as she removed the hair from Clarke’s scalp. Then she rubbed a cream over Clarke’s scalp and ran the razor over her head one more time. She then motioned for Clarke to undress. Clarke removed all her clothing standing nude before the woman. She knelt in front of Clarke and removed her pubic hair as well. Clarke hoping in vain that the woman could not detect her arousal as she was shaved smooth.

Once there was a pile of hair on the tile the woman took Clarke’s hair and lead her to stand in front of a wardrobe. She opened it and there were many latex suits in there. The woman searched through and found one to her liking. Then she picked up a jar and began to spread the solution over Clarke’s skin. Clarke quickly realized it was lube and blushed when the woman spread in her ass cheeks and vaginal folds. Finally the moment came and the woman held up the suit in front of Clarke. She assisted Clarke as she put her feet into the suit for the first time. Clarke flushed as she noticed the two dildos incorporated into the suit, that would be why every part of her was lubed. The woman spread some lube on the dildos as well before helping them into Clarke’s body. Clarke was not a virgin but had never been penetrated in her ass yet. The two dildos made her feel full and Clarke found she enjoyed the sensation. If this was a training suit, did that mean other suits did not have these? The suit continued to work its way up Clarke’s body. The suit also contained cups that molded around her breasts. Once she had zipped up the suit the latex woman picked up the second part of the outfit.

The woman held up what Clarke knew to be a gag. She took a deep breath and nodded opening her mouth. The gag was shaped like a penis and she flushed as she took it into her mouth. She felt it being buckled behind her now bald head. Then the hood was handed to her and Clarke pulled it onto her bare scalp. A shudder went through her as she felt the material on her smooth scalp. The hood had spots for her eyes and nose, but not her mouth, which explained the gag. It was a reminder that she was not to speak. A collar was then placed around her neck and locked into place. Clarke knew instinctively that the key would be in the possession of Queen Nia. Once they were done with dressing, Clarke was lead back into the bathroom to stand in front of the mirror. The only spot that she could recognize was her blue eyes, but that would not be enough for her to be identified on sight. Although perhaps other hoods would cover her eyes?

The other slave took Clarke’s hand and they left but did not return to the Queen’s private quarters. They instead entered into the throne room. The pair entered from behind the Queen and each went to a separate side of the throne. Clarke knelt on the Queen’s left and picked up the leash attached to the throne. She felt around her collar and then clipped the leash in. She felt the Queen’s hand lift up her chin and she looked up at Nia smiling at her. She ran her fingernails along Clarke’s scalp and she could have moaned at the sensation. Before remembering that she was to be silent. She was no longer Clarke, the sky princess, Wanheda, the commander of death. She was simply a slave in latex and she was content.