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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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.

A demon, any demon, would destroy her just out of jealousy. Oh, they might use her first, but it wouldn't be with any skill or artistry. Not like her angels. They were the only ones who could do this, and Lucifer had given her to Gabriel. If she didn't try to please him, that was practically a swift and clean death compared to some punishments.

Nothing was like being held on that edge for who knew how long, denied release or even respite. Her voice broke, each breath rasping in her throat, adding more sensation she couldn't escape as her body danced for them. There was no thought outside of that voice, her master's voice. The one she had to obey or lose this forever. It hurt, it felt good, every muscle aching and protesting under the continued strain.

Gabriel eventually turns off both vibrators entirely when it seems she's about to break into uselessness. Then he leans back in his seat to watch her attempt to recover and making no move to remove any of the things he's attached to or inserted in her. She can wait. The reminder he's not finished with her will do her good.

It takes a while for her to even realize that they've stopped, and she almost weeps when she does. Claudia doesn't know if the tears are from relief or lack of the added sensations. Deep, wracking breaths move her as she tries to regain...something. She doesn't even know what she wants in this moment, feeling raw and drained and needy all at the same time.

Her orders keep her kneeling instead of collapsing once more, and she can't rest back on her haunches without shifting the vibrator in her ass and causing her to writhe even more. Just being held there is exquisite torment, and she can't imagine what will be next as the moment stretches on and on.

"So. Think that's sufficient for what you've done to me? You can nod or shake your head if you don't think you're capable of using your words," Gabriel says mildly. There is a right answer and a wrong one. Best to choose carefully. Assuming Claudia is capable of it.

Gabriel almost hopes she chooses the wrong one.

Claudia just whimpers at that question, a trembling running through her. There is only one answer, that he'll never be done making her pay. She almost wishes it were enough. But she'd had an archangel at her mercy, made him beg. She, a mere demon, even if she was one of Lucifer's own. And there's a wicked voice in the back of her head that chuckles and tells her that she doesn't really want him to be satisfied.

Unable to speak, finally, jerkily, she shakes her head, her mouth forming the word "no" even though her voice is wrecked. When she finally does manage to croak something out, the word is, "Never..."

"Correct answer," he says, a little disappointed she chose the right one. He was looking forwards to turning both vibrators back on to max to make her scream some more.

He sighs and snaps away the vibrators in her, leaving them on the table all cleaned up. Both sets of cuffs and the nipple clamps stay however. He gives her an accessing look before glancing over at his brother. "Think she's up for more?"

"I think she could use a few more minutes," Lucifer says, entirely mildly. He enjoyed the display almost as much as Gabriel. The only reason his enjoyment lagged behind was the fact Gabriel has a very personal reason to like seeing her on her knees and screaming.

She remembers teasing Gabriel about never being satisfied even when she was human, so it wasn't really a guess. He wanted to put her in her place, keep her from being too complacent. The toys may be clean, but it was obvious that she was dripping, considering how well-used she already was. At least with the vibrators gone she could kneel a tiny bit more comfortably, although the cuffs kept her from being able to really relax.

Her shoulders ached from the way all that writhing had pulled at her, and she was glad that the magic kept them fitting perfectly without cutting into her wrists. She felt the pull, but she could be suspended by them and the cuffs themselves wouldn't cause unintended injury.

That thought actually brought an image of being pulled to where she barely could rest her weight on her toes as her masters played with her. There were so many other ways to torment with sensation, after all, and she would have to obey anything they wanted of her.

Try not to tempt me, Gabriel says in her mind with another glance at his brother. Then the chain for the cuffs on her ankles are gone and it's time for her next set of orders. "Get on the bed. We'll arrange you how we see fit when you're there."

Time to move on and make her accommodate both of them again.

Maybe you should quit giving me ideas, she responded, because it really wasn't just her. But she made her way over to the bed, finding it a bit more difficult to accomplish with her hands still behind her back. Claudia ends up having to mostly worm her way into the middle of that oversized mattress, trying not to look utterly graceless.