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Forced To The Other Side AU

Claudia's been missing for several months, and Gabriel has turned everywhere he could think of upside-down to find her. He searched all of Earth aside from those few places warded against angels, he searched all of Hell--eliminating a ton of demons in the process--and even searched Heaven. All to no avail. It was like she no longer existed.

Then came a video with no return address. A porn video. One that involved demons, which made it... rather less than entertaining than the one he's done, given his own didn't involve anyone dying. One of those demons being an apparently possessed Claudia made it clear where the inspiration came from. The demon must have dug around in her head.

A couple of days of working on figuring out the location of the video later, he's figured out where to go. After dropping off the ferret and dog at the bed and breakfast due to not knowing how long he would be gone, he heads over there, appearing with an almost silent whisper of wings. He explores the building cautiously, keeping his power on a leash to avoid betraying his presence any more than absolutely needed.

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As expected, a chain attaches itself to her collar to keep her face at a maximum distance of three inches from the surface of the table and others appear to keep her legs spread just wide enough to make it basically impossible for her to maintain any sense of balance.

Gabriel takes a moment to enjoy the view, sending her the image before he prowls up to her, disappearing his clothes in the process. He tests her with his fingers and finds her already wet. "I've barely even done anything to you and you're already waiting to be taken."

"You may make sounds although not words now," he adds as he lines himself up and fills her with a single thrust. He has no intention whatsoever of being gentle. He leans over her to make her aware of his weight as his hips start snapping forwards, hitting her g-spot even as he gives her a silent order not to come. Just for a little taste of what she's put him through.

She knows she's wet, she also knows how little it takes to get her there. Still, she's tight, and him pushing into her forces the sound from her in an almost-protest of the violation. Except it isn't bad. Gabriel knows her body better than she does, and even with that silent order, she's making soft sounds on every exhalation, moaning for him even though she can't move from the spot.

Claudia closes her eyes, biting down on her lower lip to try to muffle at least some of it as every powerful thrust runs over that one electric spot, making sure to send the pleasure of it racing through her without any chance of release.

Gabriel thrusts into her hard and fast with no gentleness whatsoever, working his way up to the highest she could take, which is rather higher than she could take as a human. Gabriel has to admit that was a benefit to her current state.

"After my brother arrives, we'll both take you at the same time," Gabriel says into her ear, painting images of what they'll do to her to help increase her desire more, pushing all the right buttons.

Without the illusion of control over him, and even she has to know it always was an illusion, Claudia realizes he could not only undo her in every possible way, but make her beg for it. That's what he's proving to her. And she can't even find it in herself to deny that's what she wants.

Without an orgasm to prepare the way, he has to keep pushing in, small spasms squeezing him, but she remains tight and wet, and with the images in her mind, she stops trying to hold in her moans and screams and whimpers, letting him hear how much she just wants.

That was exactly what he wanted. Claudia to scream for him, wanting everything he's promised and threatened. Several snaps of his hips forwards later, he fills her although he doesn't let up the least bit, continuing to pound into her to make her wish she could beg to be allowed her release.

Lucifer arrives during this, taking a seat with a good vantage-point of the proceedings, remaining silent so as not to interrupt his brother's fun.

Claudia can't decide if being prevented from coming at all is better or worse than being brought even past her body's capacity. It feels like he should be rubbing her raw, except for how wet she is, and then he comes, which makes her moan all the more for being right on the edge and not able to go with him.

She couldn't think, almost couldn't breathe with the way Gabriel pounds into her, pushing her higher and higher without any hope of release, dizzying in the terrible pleasure of it all. And he doesn't stop, won't stop, she's certain. Claudia doesn't want him to stop, doesn't want this to end, and yet...it burns like a fire through her with that need to go one step further.

If she could have her release, even once, there would be more room for him to pound into her. He could take his pleasure in her as many times as he wanted, and she knew she'd cry for him every time. The few thoughts she had were sharp and urgent, some of trying to last until Lucifer came, until the promise of having them both take her as she screamed was fulfilled, others of promising anything to be able to come for Gabriel, now.

Gabriel keeps up his pace, wanting to see how close to breaking he could bring her, not caring about his other plans just now. He wants to make her scream until she couldn't anymore, fill her so full of need she couldn't stand it. Impress upon her completely and utterly that she was one hundred percent his to do with as he would.

Lucifer just watches, enjoying what he could feel from Claudia. True, she's his favorite living demon, but being torn back down into place before being elevated again was something she needed to go through. His brother was right when he'd told her she'd become complacent, even if she didn't think she had.

She was screaming, almost with every thrust, every brutal moment. Claudia wondered how she could take this and stay sane, and a tiny voice in her mind that sounded a bit like Lucifer's taunted her by asking how she could be certain she wasn't mad already. Gabriel could break her, just as Lucifer had done, reshaping her into what he wanted.

She'd been given over, like a hand-me-down toy or piece of outgrown clothing. That betrayal of who she thought she'd been still stung, for all that he'd hinted it wasn't over. Perhaps this was her punishment, and she'd deserved it. Claudia didn't know, and even as her body tried to give in, her mind still wanted to find a reason, something to hold on to.

It was those slivers of doubt, the ones that told her this was justified, that she hadn't been good enough, that filled her just as much as the need. That made her try to beg for something, anything, even though she knew she was unable to form a single word.

Gabriel fills her again and then a third time before he says another word to her. "Is there something you want?" he purrs. "You may speak."

Lucifer is still quiet out loud, only cautioning Gabriel against going too far this early. After all, he hasn't had his fun yet.

Gabriel sends back an acknowledgement, still thrusting into Claudia, the whole exchange taking milliseconds.

Being allowed to speak is different from being able to actually make sense, and at first all she can manage is repeating the word "Please" over and over with every thrust of his hips. She feels like an over-tightened length of braided wire, each strand starting to snap away under the strain of his attentions.

"Please, I need...please, Gabriel," she pants, not even sure what it is she's begging for.

"Making sense would be more effective for possibly getting what you want," Gabriel points out in a mild tone as he keeps thrusting into her. ...Along with telekinetically pinching her nipples for a distraction. No one ever said he wasn't a dick.

"Gabriel!" she screams with that, the distraction almost too much to bear. It hurts, it feels good, and she can't think clearly between either extreme as her body pulses around him with pent-up frustration. She needs more, but she can't find the words, everything is slipping away from her as she struggles just to hang on.

Gabriel snaps his hips forwards into her, coming a final time with a shudder. Then he steps back to watch her in her position on the table, spread out for his perusal, his come already leaking down her thighs, and on the painful edge of orgasm she's not allowed to slip over.

Time for him to savor the sight as he waits and sees if she manages to come down at all.

The sudden absence is almost worse than the overstimulation threatening to eat away her vision in red lightning. She whimpers at the loss, almost collapsing to the table, but even the attempt has her stiffening to the full length of the chain attached to her neck. Her muscles have been thoroughly abused by the effort of keeping that position for so long, under such pounding, and it leaves tears leaking from the corners of her eyes as she continues to try to form the only two words she has left to her over and over like a mantra.

"Gabriel, please..."

"It may be time to finally take pity on her," Lucifer says in a tone that, while mild enough, is an obvious warning to his brother. Don't make him need to fix her, little brother.

Gabriel looks at his brother for a moment before nodding assent and looking at Claudia again. Claudia, come, he orders. She's about to get what she wants; or part of it, at least.

With those words, the pent-up energy rips through her with spine-bowing strength, only the restraints keeping her from squirming off the table as she screams almost as fast as she can draw breath. She can't recall ever coming this hard, especially without any touch. It seems to go on forever, ebbing a bit and then stealing her breath away once more.

Claudia's entire body is glistening with sweat, and her legs drenched with other fluids, by the time it finally starts to pass for good. A tiny part of her wonders if it was the collar that made it like that, or being denied, or if she could be made to come like that with just a command.

Or the most obvious answer of it being a combination of the three. Lucifer is soon there, running a soothing hand down along her spine although he's not about to release her from the table. "When you're feeling recovered enough to continue, feel free to say so."

That light touch almost sets her off again, and she moans softly. Her whole body is aching, but she knows that she should recover quickly. Well, she would recover quickly without the further requirements that would be placed on her. Though the images Gabriel had given her of them both buried inside her made her tempted to respond immediately.

But Lucifer would be very angry if she forced him to waste power on her to repair what could have been avoided. That thought tempered her desire to please, and gave her just enough clarity to wait, even as the aftershocks ebbed.

Still, she wouldn't be Claudia if she weren't a little bit cheeky. "I-I say so."

Lucifer just snorts quietly and aims a light swat at her backside before snapping away the chains holding her in place on the table. After a quick conference with Gabriel, the chain on the cuffs is temporarily removed so she can follow her next set of orders. "Go over to the bed and get on your hands and knees in the middle."

Time for her to accommodate the both of them.

She almost ends up sliding to the floor when the chains go, but she managed. Barely. Claudia couldn't remember ever being this bad this quickly, but she followed the instructions, trying to stay where she can see them both. They were beautiful to her, glorious and terrifying, just as an archangel should be.

A few soft sounds escaped her as she crawled on the bed, and it made her shudder. The fact that Lucifer, cold and cruel as he was, was the only thing holding Gabriel back terrified her in a way that would make this memorable. That made her shiver with anticipation she hadn't felt in a long time.

Lucifer's little brother has always been just as capable of being as vicious as any other archangel. She's just never had occasion to see it when she was human or have it unleashed at her before now as a demon.

Lucifer sheds his clothes as he takes his place on the bed behind her, his brother taking his own place in front of her. Pressing his way into her gives Gabriel permission to begin pushing his way into her mouth, making her need to accommodate both of them. There's only the barest of pauses before they thrust into her in unison, both using her at once.

Like before, all she could do was try to accommodate their cocks inside her body, each thrust driving sounds from her as they pounded into her. It felt like they were trying to meet in the middle, and her eyes blazed black with the overwhelming sensations. She had to take it, even as Gabriel hit the back of her throat and she struggled to get more of him down and Lucifer rubbed over sensitized and sore flesh. She almost came just then, sparks blazing at the edges of her vision.

She wanted them both, wanted to have this last until she was drunk with sensation and every movement made her think of just what they'd done to her. She reveled in their use of her, even when she had been the one helping torment Gabriel.

Now, with the tables turned, she wondered if she could ever want it another way again. She wasn't their equal. A piece of her wondered if Gabriel would add his mark to her body, claiming her as Lucifer had. It would be far more lasting than a collar they might remove. She knew that Lucifer had similar control over her when he wanted to exert it to what the collar did through his. But they wanted her to know she was kept, that was obvious.

The thought of adding his own has crossed Gabriel's mind. He wants to put some thought into it first though, before he goes meddling with her in that way. Get it exactly right.

Gabriel sends her an image of her from his perspective; his cock in her mouth as his brother takes her from behind. A silent message and promise that this was what she was for. They may have other tasks for her that result in the need to send her away from their presence, but she serves at their pleasure. At least she'll typically find her own, even if she may be denied her release from time to time.

The image and the promise make her moan all the louder for them. She needed to please them, wanted to. It was part of the reason she gently, oh so gently, grazed Gabriel with her teeth, adding that to the sensations of plunging into her mouth and down her throat until she almost couldn't breathe around him.

If they hadn't been trapping her movements, she would be doing more to move with them, take more, but the synchronized fucking gave her no room to drive back onto Lucifer or change angles or technique for Gabriel. Claudia thought she'd be frustrated once more if it didn't feel so good. Mentally, she cried out for them to come for her, with her, begging silently.

Gabriel and Lucifer oblige, driving themselves into her once more before filling her both forwards and back, a whispered command in her mind to come delivered by Lucifer.

It was time for her to have a moment to cement her willingness to be their toy when they require it into her mind. There's nothing quite like orgasms delivered at moments like these to assist in manipulation.

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