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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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It's too much, but she can't resist the direct orders. Abused parts of her body feel like they've been rubbed raw, and yet she's still fighting being overwhelmed with the pleasure he's keeping from letting go, and it's driving her close to the edge. She doesn't know what to do, how to keep going. It's impossible, and yet he can make her continue to do his bidding until it kills her. And beyond.

Gabriel follows her to the bed and once she's on it, climbs on after her, prying her legs apart with his knee before lining up and sinking into her. He gives her barely a moment to adjust before he's rolling his hips forwards at a fast clip, giving her silent orders to wrap her legs around his waist.

With her legs around him, the knot is right in place to rub all the harder with every stroke, and she feels like she's drowning in it, in him. Her pulse is pounding in her ears, matching the rhythm of his urgent, insistent pace. Claudia can't even hear herself crying out anymore, barely able to see through starbursts of overwhelming sensation and lack of breath. Terror fills her at the idea that she's going to pass out before he can be properly satisfied, and be punished for it.

You really seem to like giving me ideas, Gabriel says as his hips snap forwards faster as he seeks out his orgasm. He might allow her to come when he's done with her.

Or he could leave her wanting and with orders to not do anything to relieve it herself and just wait for it to eventually ebb away on its own.

She closes her eyes, whimpering with pleasure that is a pain of its own, her attention taken just with surviving this, because she has to live. He'll never stop tormenting her for the way she trapped him, getting his revenge by using her even more ruthlessly than she ever did, and without Lucifer there...

A part of her finds it funny that her savior is the being who first stole her away from then gave her over to Gabriel, a case of hysterics that could come bubbling out if something didn't stop it.

A few snaps of his hips later and Gabriel's filling her yet again although he doesn't stop thrusting into her. He wants to fill her as much as he possibly could. What would you do to put a stop to this for tonight?

Claudia blinked up at him, confused. Why would he stop? There wasn't anything she could offer him that he couldn't have with an order anyway.

He was curious about what her reply would be. Nothing? There goes any right to complain about how much longer I have you tonight.

Not that she was ever going to be allowed to complain if she didn't want to be on the wrong end of some rather unfortunate--for her--consequences.

Even as all of this is running through Gabriel's mind, he maintains his fast, hard pace as he thrusts into her.

Edited 2016-05-08 02:17 (UTC)

That made no sense. She never had a right to complain about anything that was done to her. Perhaps a say in the manner from time to time, but if Gabriel wanted to fuck her completely senseless, that was his prerogative. Claudia wasn't even sure how long he'd been at it, just that she felt like he was filling her to bursting with his seed, without any chance to catch her breath or otherwise recover.

Her breasts ached, her whole body ached, and she could do nothing except help him abuse it even more.

He intends to make sure pretty much every bit of her ached by the time he was finished. Use her so thoroughly she won't be forgetting this night for quite some time.

You're still so tight. Even after the amount of times I've had you so far tonight, much less all the times my brother and I have taken you over the last several months, he purrs in her head, ignoring that at the beginning, it was her having him instead. I wonder if making sure you'll always remain so was one of the modifications he made to you.

Claudia couldn't answer that. That Lucifer had changed her was undeniable. He'd made her more resilient, one of the most powerful demons in Hell, at least in terms of raw power, although in influence, that was debatable. She was meant to be his left hand, as Gabriel was his right.

That she was tight when they started was something she didn't remember ever not being that way. It just was something that usually didn't go away until she'd come at least once. And that hadn't happened for a while now. Hours, at least. What modifications would you make? she wondered.

You sure you want to know? he asks her archly, hips snapping forwards through another orgasm as he fills her yet again and ponders making her change position before deciding he was going to do that. Unwrap your legs from around me.

Once she's obeyed him, he rolls over to the side, pulling out of her in the process. Turn over and get on your knees with your front still resting on the bed. Forcing her to raise her ass in the air for him and put the weight of her body on the nipple clamps to force them to dig in.

She wishes he'd remove at least some of the ropes, the heat of them rubbing having left raw red lines on the skin, even as she obeys. The question though. She doesn't really want to know, but she's also curious. It might even distract him a little to describe just what he might do to make her his perfect toy. It would definitely help distract her, for good or ill.

The clamps digging in makes her whimper in pain, her nipples already twin points of red-hot agony. If he hadn't picked them so carefully, the sensitive skin might have already gotten torn from all the abuse.

Every section of rope on her serves a purpose. Remove some of them and the purpose unravels.

Gabriel's behind her and pressing his way back into her sopping cunt after showing her how she looked with her ass in the air for him with come coating her inner thighs. He starts a fast and hard pace once again, hitting the best place for her inside, wanting to ramp up her need for orgasm.

She's gone way past pleading for release. It's just there, burning, not quite overwhelming her every thought, but close. He toys with her, but she struggles to find some coherence, at least.

The image makes her shudder again, and braves asking the question again, How would you make me more to your pleasure?

He should remember how persistent she can be, and, well, it does keep her from thinking too hard about anything but him.

I think I'll show you when I'm done here, he says as he fills her again, thrusting through the orgasm. One more time, he thinks. Then he'll start modifying her, possibly making her wish she didn't ask in the process.

Claudia can't help moving back as best she can to help him along, she still wants him to fill her, despite being driven to the breaking point with need. Lucifer had given her over, but he hadn't removed his mark, so she was his as much as Gabriel's. Which meant that whatever he did to her still came with his brother's approval as well, she had to believe. Lucifer hadn't thrown her away, just gave her to Gabriel because she'd become too...complacent had been their term for it.

She loved her place in their beds, at their feet, at their pleasure. She could think of nothing better than being allowed to be a part of that. And to better be able to satisfy them would be simply fulfilling her duties.

Gabriel rolls his hips forwards several more times before coming for the last time. He rests briefly while laying on her back before moving back and pulling out in the process. Time to get to work.

He scoops up some of the come leaking out of her with his fingers before inserting them in her rear entrance to lube the way slightly as he focuses on the nerve endings and flesh of that ring of muscle in general. He works to implant pleasure brought on by being taken there and the need to have both him and Lucifer have her there during their sessions with her.

Claudia isn't precisely aware that he's doing anything but teasing yet again, but his fingers have her crying out, hands clenching and unclenching along with other muscles as he drives her up against the edge of orgasm once again. She begs wordlessly to be allowed to have even a little bit of relief, to feel some of that need pour through her so he can do even more.

He's driving her crazy with it, and since he told her to stay in a particular position so she can't even move all that much.

"You'll come when I allow you to and not a moment before," he says out loud, finishing his work and cleaning his fingers with a thought. Then it's time to test it, lining himself up and pressing his way inside, letting her feel he was fulfilling her new need to have his cock in her ass before he starts rolling his hips forwards slowly, giving her a chance to feel every thrust.

Something quieted, just a little, as he filled her ass this time. It felt right, good, amazing. Then he started moving, and she couldn't remember it ever feeling this good, making her moan almost continually. It's confusing, because this is new, different, better, and she realizes it's what she'd asked, how he would change things.

"Gabriel!" she whines, because it's not quite enough, something still feels empty about this, and she doesn't know what it is.

"Something you want?" he purrs as he gradually increases the pace and force of his thrusts. He'll get to what she's missing on his own time. For now, he just wants to let this new reality of hers sink in. The fact she's going to be wanting this on some level all the time now.

More, she thinks. She needs more, for all that he's driving into her as hard and fast as he had been before in her other opening. Claudia had come to grips a while ago that she'd basically become driven by sex, needing to fulfill Lucifer's whims with her, but this was different. He'd used her ass more for the humiliation and denial, but Gabriel made her want this, need it. "You...did something."

Not an accusation, exactly. She had asked what he wanted her to be. She just had assumed he would tell her in the teasing way he sometimes did, making her want what he described with loving, painful detail.

"Yes, I did," he agrees, not slowing his thrusts in the least. "I thought showing was better than telling in this instance. This is only the first of the alterations I intend to make to you tonight."

He thrusts into her several more times before filling her and letting her discover what she was missing to finish fulfilling her need. Which was to be filled by one archangel or the other.

He leans over her, lightly resting against her back to murmur in her ear. "You're going to want and need this for the rest of your life. The longer we deny you this, the more you'll want it until it's all you can think about. Better hope we feel like doing this at least a couple times a week."

And they would deny her. She knew that because it had happened with a certain frequency that wasn't quite regular. Claudia couldn't imagine what that might do to her ability to craft the toys they demanded, or other things she was expected to do to keep Hell from getting too unruly. Just as he continued to deny her any form of release.

It wasn't anything she could undo, any more than she could remove the collar around her throat. She would need him, need them. It made her whimper with that cold knowledge. Dependency and denial. It made her swallow before she asked, "What else?"

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