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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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She shudders under that touch, a mild ache she hasn't felt since the girls first made themselves known at puberty returning. The image makes her arch under him, gasping with the idea of him doing that with her so sensitive. Even that makes her feel like she should be coming, if he hadn't forbidden it. She would let him use her in the most depraved ways he could think of if only...

Her mind stuttered a little at that last thought. There were no 'if only's' in her life, hadn't been since the day Lucifer stole her away from Gabriel.

"'If only' what?" Gabriel asks in a dangerous tone, fingers digging into her breasts. Well, if she wanted pain to temper how unbelievably turned on she was, she got it.

And yet the pain just drove her that much closer, knifing through her with electric heat, burning along new pathways and old. It drove all thought of anything conscious from her mind, just that ever-increasing, completely unsatisfied need. The need that only he could choose to fulfill.

"Please, Gabriel, I need..." To come, to feel him, to have it all. Like a junkie looking for a fix, that tiny cynical voice that had never been completely silenced told her.

"You'll get only what I choose to give you," he says icily, letting go of her breasts in order to form a grip on her jaw with one hand, thumb of the other one rubbing firmly against her lips as he works on them next, instilling the need to have either his or Lucifer's cock in her mouth so she could please them.

Then he's prying her jaw open, rubbing the roof of her mouth with two fingers, instilling more need for them there; following that up with the top surface of her tongue.

Once he's done, he lets go of her face, letting her feel the new need to please him that can only be sated by doing it and making him come in the process.

Tears are falling down her cheeks by the time he's done, the pain of that need so bad that it hurts, and she can't do anything about it because she's trapped, under Gabriel's thumb. Having no other way to express the utter despair he's instilled alongside his other alterations, she turns her face away, closing her eyes as she silently weeps for any semblance of the person she had been only a few days ago.

Gabriel gets off first her, then the bed in order to stand and look down at her with an unreadable look on his face. "Don't you have something you should be doing?"

Considering her desire to suck his cock will only become worse the longer she puts it off.

Anger is all he sees when her eyes open again. She knows it's one of the dumbest things she could do with him, but she spits out the words anyway, biting each one off clearly.

"Make. Me."

Gabriel grabs her hair and pulls her over to him by brute force.

"You will suck my cock to the best of your ability," he tells her coldly, the collar making sure she had no choice but to obey.

But, like his own stubbornness had proven, the collar could be interpreted with literal exactness. She had to suck his cock as best she could, but she could try to hold back on doing anything else. Or she thought she could. Except for using teeth more than she usually did.

"I don't recommend being difficult," Gabriel warns. "Not if you don't want the ropes and nipple clamps I removed back and you staying in all of what's on you for the rest of the night."

Does Claudia really want to go for hours with no reprieve?

Her hands are in fists, muscles tight all along her body as she fights both his orders and the needs of her body, but she knows it's a losing body. She will break for him as she did for Lucifer, but this time, she doubts there will be anything left to put back together. Just a brainless, drooling sex-toy.

She didn't really help herself when she pissed him off. That's like saying 'please turn me into even more your toy than I already was'.

His hand is still tight in her hair as he looks down at her as his body starts responding, hips rocking forwards slightly. "Just think. You could have avoided ending up in this position if you went with me to the Winchesters to be turned human again."

Lucifer would never have allowed that. To lose a demon he had personally invested that much time in, one who bore his personal mark? It couldn't have worked, and being turned a second time would have been even worse, had they somehow succeeded. And she loved the power, the strength, resiliency, stamina, all the things she could never have been as a mere human. The things he was doing to her would kill a human.

That's ignoring the fact he wouldn't have found himself wanting to do this to anyone, much less her, ever if he'd gotten to be left alone.

Gabriel rocks his hips forwards harder, precome leaking from the tip to both serve as warning what was to come and soothe the inside of her mouth slightly with the sign she was fulfilling her purpose.

She's moaning without realizing it, urging him to fill her once more, and when she realizes that, the hate flares even more. He should have known that pushing her could backfire, the same way it had with him. Did he really want to be forcing her or watching the little that was left of that human he once loved vanish behind drives too deep to resist or fulfill?

Would Lucifer be pleased with his additional changes?

Considering they were an expansion on what Lucifer himself did, Gabriel isn't too concerned about his reaction. It's not like they don't benefit him as well. So long as they make use of her often enough, she'll be able to focus on her other work just fine.

Gabriel's hips rock forwards more, pushing himself in deeper before coming and filling her mouth so she could swallow it all down, her body reacting positively to being used, even if her mind wasn't too happy at the moment.

Unhappy is an understatement, and the rage is helping to burn away any more desire to be giving release. She doesn't in the least like being his puppet like this, something she never really did, mostly because her control had been a lot weaker. Claudia wonders if Gabriel ever truly understood that part, or cared. It clear enough with his actions that he was as selfish as he called his brother archangels, toying with whatever was handy to get the things they wanted without a care for the consequences to anyone else.

Something you seem to be forgetting at the moment. You helped build this, Gabriel points out, rocking his hips forwards to give her the last remnants of what he had for her before stepping back away from her.

He gives her a critical look. "You're a mess." Not a complaint, just an observation.

She spits that final bit at him, knowing it would piss him off, and not caring. If he wants to destroy her, he has only to snap his fingers. Aiding Lucifer to bring Gabriel to heel was different than being given to her. None of the things he'd done to her just now were even possible for her to do to anyone. It didn't compare in the slightest.

Gabriel yanks her head up and slaps her hard before releasing her hair. "Get up and go bend over the table."

Pissing him off was probably not the smartest idea she's ever had, no.

Her new breasts swing uncomfortably as she has to get up and take the indicated position, a ringing in her ears telling her that he probably would have caused permanent damage to anyone less changed. "Remember, sweetheart, this ass is on loan. Wouldn't want big brother to get mad."

"He would just ask what you expected to happen for defying an archangel," he says coldly as chains appear to keep her bent over and legs spread. Not that he has any intention of fucking her.

An instant later, a whip is in hand and he cracks the lash against her back, her arms also being hit due to their placement.

"Fuck. You," she said, clearly. She'd take pain over what he'd done just now. It was rape in a way she never would have expected, turning her own body against her. Claudia bit down on her lower lip, doing her best to deny him even the small pleasure of driving sounds from her. And she would continue to defy him in any way she could for this.

The next lash of the whip is harder, and the one after that. Gabriel sets a steady pace, working his way up and down her back to leave stripes all along it. He'll get noise out of her one way or the other.

There might be a few muffled cries as he carefully overlaps each stroke to leave no spot of skin unmarked, but she won't give him the satisfaction. He'd pushed too far this time, and she would find ways to make him pay.

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