spncentral | 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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"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.

Once again, sensations burn through her body with electric fire and she shudders with the orgasm. It's mindblowing, her body milking every drop from them, trying to take it all in. She swallows convulsively around Gabriel, eyes closed, skin flushed with desire, needing them both. Nothing she experienced before Lucifer took her could be half so fulfilling.

It isn't hard to begin the molding to transfer the willingness to both of them. She already is addicted to the sensations that an archangel can give her, conditioned to be ready and eager at any moment. Even Gabriel noticed that she was wet almost before he touched her. She suspected that they could draw an orgasm from her not only without that touch, but without any foreplay, or be denied that same release until her mind and body shut down from too much sensation. And she didn't want to fight that in the least.

Gabriel smooths his fingers through her hair as conversation flies back and forth between him and Lucifer silently about what happens to Claudia next.

After it's decided what Gabriel gets to do to her next, they both pull free at the same moment, leaving her to collapse or not. Whichever one she winds up doing. They can afford to give her a moment.

And she does collapse into what can probably only be described as a fuck-puddle. There's a thoroughly satisfied expression on her face as she tries to roll to one side so she can see them. Her whole body is pleasantly humming with sensation, and Claudia can't help but wonder just what more they have planned. Because there would be more, of that she has no doubt.

To her, it seems like the men just go from one thing to the next, moving as if they've planned every piece of this dance, and she's the stage. The performance is for her, too. They're teaching her how to be theirs, what her position will be from now on, and she feels too damned good to even think about the fact that she's collared.

She's given about five minutes of being left alone before Gabriel speaks to her again. "I want you to stand near the table and wait."

He knows exactly what he wants to do and his choice of location means less distance to go to use the things he wants to.

Claudia is moving before the words really sink in, and she doesn't know if that should bother her. She doesn't think it should, because pleasing Gabriel is important, and he'll take care of her if he's pleased. Her legs still feel a little wobbly, but she doesn't think she'll end up on her ass by accident.

She doesn't know how long this could last, given that neither of her partners have any limitations on their stamina, but she does. Claudia has seen how much pushing her past those edges of endurance can excite them, too. Lucifer seems to revel in proving her inferiority at times, leaving her spent. Even at those points, her participation doesn't always end. That's when she has to watch them, see that she isn't necessary for their enjoyment.

She wonders if that could be what is happening now, or if it is more of Gabriel's chance to do to her what she'd done to him. Either way, she prays she won't disappoint.

Once she's in place, he appears by the table, collecting the chain for her cuffs and pulling her hands behind her, reattaching it to restrain her once again. Then he's picking up a pair of nipple clamps with bells on them and walking in front of her to stoop a little as he licks and sucks at her nipples to make them stand out before he attaches the clamps to first one, then the other before standing back to look at her. Now every time she breathes, it will be noticed because of the sound of the bells revealing that.

He doesn't admire his work for long though, returning to the table to retrieve a vibrator in insert into her slowly to make sure she felt every inch of it, not yet turning it on. Then he retrieves another one, pressing it into her back entrance and again inserting it slowly without turning it on, making sure she was stuffed full down below.

"Go kneel about a yard or so away from my brother," he commands her, Lucifer having claimed a seat where he could watch the proceedings while Gabriel was occupied.

And the bells do their work as he fills her, breath quickening as she tries to stay where he told her to be, struggling not to fall to her knees. At the second vibrator, a startled gasp escapes her. She isn't familiar with the sensations, and it takes more effort than the first to get her properly filled.

Moving to kneel before Lucifer is uncomfortable, new sensations catching her off-guard. She doesn't know what this means for the next...entertainment. Finding a comfortable position leaves her knees spread wider than she might normally do, more straddled than kneeling. Even doing that has her moaning, the bells adding a tinkling countermelody to every movement, every breath.

Gabriel follows her, the other set of cuffs in hand, kneeling behind her to add them, watching the runes flare as they do their work of sealing them around her ankles.

Then he's strolling over to the empty chair beside his brother claiming a seat and turning both vibrators on to full with a flick of his fingers. Time to watch her become overloaded and scream for them.

Claudia felt she was starting to get comfortable with the way her body was reacting when suddenly Gabriel turned both vibrators on. It was unrelenting, and she writhed with it. Different from being fucked, there was no real sense of movement, no way to shift her hips and make it more bearable, though she tried.

It wasn't long before her head was thrown back as she cried long and loud, the stimulation having to find escape somewhere. If this was Gabriel's plan, to watch her, perhaps playing with the settings to give her a slight chance to catch her breath, she'd end up screaming past the point where her voice broke and there was no more sound.

Who says he has any intention of giving her a rest? He watches her intently as she writhes in place as she's kept stimulated with no reprieve.

After awhile, he starts whispering in her mind and showing her images of what he sees. The whispers include promises of more pleasure than she ever dreamed of if she would only obey him without question or hesitation. They also hold threats of what he would do to her if she disobeyed. Of how she'd be torn down and given over to even the lowliest demon, jealous of her status, to use as they saw fit.