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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 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.

The lash eventually works it way down lower, striping her behind and legs as well.

Remember what you are and what I am. That won't turn out well for you, he says, following her thoughts easily enough.

Claudia can't help a bitter laugh at that. It doesn't matter that it won't turn out well for her, all that matters is the fact that she can still act of her own will and not simply his. And she knows if he changes that, he won't be happy with the results. A complacent fuck-toy would be boring.

Maybe. But then, it might be a nice break from you being a pain in the ass. He'll just let her marinate in that threat.

Right now, it's my ass in pain, she points out. Soft whimpers are making it past her clenched teeth as she thinks she starts to feel her skin break under his attention.

Which you had coming, Gabriel counters, adding holy water to the whip with a thought, making sure it gets in her injuries.

The first sizzling strike startles a gasp from her, but she does her best not to let any more escape, hands clenched into fists so hard her nails have broken skin there as well.

Claudia would say something about how he planned this, if not the exact shape, from the moment his brother allowed him to have her to himself, but it didn't matter. Her head swam with sensation, and she wondered if she'd be allowed to pass out, or if it would just keep going until he did more damage than even her enhanced body could heal on its own.

While there was a certain amount of improvisation--he originally intended to leave her breasts their original size, for example--the broad strokes were planned, yes.

He grins when he finally gets a reaction from her, dumping holy water on her next to make sure it gets into each and every mark left on her by the whip.

It feels as though her every inch of skin was scalded off with that, and she screams, unable to stop the sound from escaping, and hating herself for it. In the wounds, it ate like acid, making them burn deeper and more fiercely than it ever would on undamaged skin.

Gabriel stops whipping her, letting the holy water do the work of making her scream. Between what he's done with the whip and the ropes rubbing her skin, there's plenty of new pain to go around.

Claudia doesn't stop for a while, unable to move or relieve the sensations of her body being burned from the inside out. Even the knowledge that it wouldn't kill her isn't enough to help her silence the sounds. Blood joins the other fluids dripping along her body, an acrid scent going with it. Even the tears burn from her eyes, squeezed shut to try to prevent the blessed stuff from getting inside them.

Think that maybe, just maybe, you're beginning to regret making me angry, he says acidly as he continues to watch the holy water raise steam off her and make her bleeding worse than it was when the only thing in play was the whip.

A dozen dangerous responses to that all spring to mind instantly, and she figures he can just pick one himself. It clearly doesn't matter what she feels one way or another. Get on with it, Gabriel.

You're really trying to make me make you hate your life, aren't you? Gabriel observes, adding another load of holy water.

You've already proven you're going to do whatever the hell you want whether I want it or not, and that you can make me need you to do it. Why the fuck should I care? Claudia spat at him mentally as she tried to shut out the pain of her body. It was starting to feel good, and she wasn't sure she liked what that implied.

I would have thought that would have been obvious the moment I put that collar around your neck, Gabriel retorts before finding a place to sit and read something. Time to just let her suffer in his presence.

Go fuck yourself.

She was almost relieved when nothing new happens for a while. Nothing except the growing aches of her body and the needs he'd instilled in her. Her skin itches with the drying fluids on it, blood and come and whatever else it was beginning to make it feel tight and cracking over already injured flesh. It keeps her from being able to just relax and maybe pass out, even more than the uncomfortable position, her enlarged breasts rubbing painfully against the rough surface with every painful breath.

Claudia doesn't know how long it is before the pain is buried beneath something that is both more and less pleasant. An aching desire to be filled in some capacity, to be used, to be fucked. It makes her wet with it, blood rushing to certain areas, including several she'd never had before today to help increase sensitivity and make her that much easier to pleasure. It begins to simmer, like a slow burn, coiled up with the need to let free...something.

Gabriel takes her change of discomfort as his cue to put away his reading material and watch her. Waiting until she can't take it anymore and begins to beg for him to take her.

Not that he has any intention of doing what she asks right away. He wants to make her desperate for it. It's only what she deserves for being so difficult.

Claudia steels herself against the sensations, refusing to give him even the slightest pleasure. She doesn't even realize that at some point she began whimpering with every breath, shifting to find even the slightest stimulation, something that only makes that coiled heat inside her burn brighter instead of easing. Muscles tremble with pain of being held in an awkward position, and a couple of times her knees start to go, and only the choking of the collar forces her to try to get upright and into the only positions she can hold over the table.

Time has no meaning for her, everything is just that rising need and her determination not to give in, not to beg. He can't do this to her, she doesn't belong to him, and sooner or later, Lucifer will come for her. It's an insane thought, that the devil will save her. Almost as insane as the feverish heat burning away all ability to think of anything else. Her need to be filled.

She's crying again when the dam finally breaks, the first "please" barely a whisper. It's too much, she needs for things to be set right, to make sense again. Time passes, even more than she's probably aware of before she's screaming at him to make it stop with every breath, begging for release, to be taken, anything...

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