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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Gabriel isn't going to complain about her reactions to the way he's trussed her up. One makes sure she'll be plenty ready for him when he wants to take her again and the other contributes to her currently assigned job. He rocks his hips forwards to drive himself further into her mouth. He wants more than what she's done so far.

"Take me all the way in," he instructs, knowing she has no choice but to obey.

She moans around him as she fights for each inch, unable to stop until she feels his balls moving against her chin in a light slap. Just the sensation has her closing her eyes, and the shudder that goes through her keeps going as those ropes and clamps do more than she might want. At least it distracts her from the way her body wants to protest that there's too much there, that she needs to stop so she can breathe.

Gabriel rocks his hips, giving her very brief reprieves before driving himself fully in again. She's a demon, she can take it.

"Do your job. Make me come," he instructs her. Then he sends her an image of him covering her face, come dripping down onto her breasts to be absorbed by the ropes. Just to see how she reacts to it and help him decide if he should do that. It's just another way of marking her as his, after all.

Claudia tries to do just that, but the image he sends has her reacting before she could even realize, moaning around him as her hips twitch with the strain not to move, not to scream in pleasure as she nearly comes just from that damned knot against her damp folds. She wants to be his in any way he can take her, greedy for the pleasure only he and Lucifer can give her. His orders keep her from reaching full orgasm on her own, hedge her in on so many levels, and yet she's never felt more wanted.

Well, that certainly helps decide him. His hips snap forwards to drive himself down her throat a few more times before he's coming. He pulls her head back by the hair even as he's coming in her throat and mouth to finish on her face, coating it. Then he's pulling her head forwards again to press his way back into her mouth. "Again," he orders.

There's no room for thought, just doing what she's told, and writhing for him when he makes certain she has to move, even just a little. She can feel the warm, thick liquid on her face, dripping onto her shoulders and breasts, even as he fills her throat again. He doesn't have to wait like a human man would to recover, and she's never truly seen him spent. That thought is thrilling on its own, since he could keep using her long past her own endurance, and because of his control, he could make her come even when her body wouldn't normally be able to.

Gabriel rocks his hips forwards, driving himself in as he seeks out his next orgasm. The sooner he comes, the sooner he can add more to what was on her. Even as he uses her, he sends her silent demands to get him off.

She does her best, but she's more than distracted, feeling her own arousal like burning heat within her, unable to be released. If she had hands, she'd try to add more to the experience for him, to make him come like he insists she do, but all she can do is try to suck and swallow and hum around him. She grazes him lightly with teeth, tongue exploring everything she can reach without choking on how deep he is inside her. Claudia needs his release, needs to feel it, craves everything he gives her like this.

Gabriel comes after another few minutes of that, once again filling her mouth and throat before coating her face in more. Once he was done, he steps back to look at her and send her the image of her panting and covered in his come, both on her face and where some leaked out onto her inner thighs after he'd taken her in the throne room.

He gives her a moment to let that image soak in before clearing the table with a thought. "Stand and go bend over the table." Time to force her to let everything stimulate her as she gets herself ready for him again.

Claudia almost whimpers at that order, but she complies, even though she has to catch her breath again with almost every step. He isn't done with her, and she's already wet and sore, her nipples burning where the clamps have dug in with every tiny motion, their happy little bells a total lie.

She beds over the table, but spreading her legs for balance has her screaming when she falls forward and the clamps dig in even more.

Somehow, he's not overly concerned. It just gives him the chance to use a short enough chain on her collar to connect her to the table short enough to keep her from lifting her face even an inch from the surface; the chains attaching themselves to the cuffs on her ankles making her spread her legs wider than strictly comfortable.

He strolls over to her and inserts a couple of fingers into her to test just how wet she was before withdrawing them, lining himself up and filling her with his cock in a single thrust. There's no pause for even an instant before he's snapping his hips forwards, diving himself in hard and deep while making sure to hit the best place for her inside every time at a fast pace. Time to get her pain tangled up with the pleasure and give her a different reason to scream.

Her fists clench and unclench behind her as he forces her move against the table, each thrust driving more screams from her as everything gets completely confused. Claudia can't do anything but react, her body as taught as the threads pulling at her nipples, ready to snap. He's driving her past everything she knows how to deal with, and making certain it feels good. Feeling him hard against her, inside her, bruising deep and ready as her body writhes in reaction.

She almost hears herself begging, unable to form words, or even know what she wants. There are so many things he could do; stop, keep going, bring her along or push her over. She wants them all. She wants to be his as completely as she is Lucifer's.

Gabriel's hips snap forwards as he savors listening in on her internal reactions, giving her a silent order that she could come only when he allowed it to force her to keep building up her need for it.

You're mine. Completely, he says, hips snapping forwards a few last times before he's filling her once again. He pauses for only a moment before he's thrusting into her again, once again ensuring he hits the best spot.

It's sweet torture to feel him come and not even get a moment's respite, not to be able to have her own release. Her mind agrees with that, the he has everything of her, anything she can give. She knows her body responds to him, that she has no choice but to be his, and he can have it all with a though.

"Take me!" she screams, the redundancy lost on her, lost in her body and the pain/pleasure/ecstacy he gives her.

Gabriel grins, snapping his hips forwards as hard as she could take it and filling her once again. His thrusts slow to a stop after his second orgasm, followed by pulling out and pressing his way into her back entrance, making sure she could feel every inch of him as he invades her slowly.

Again, there's no pause to let her adjust and he starts thrusting into her and building up speed. I'm going to leave you dripping from every orfice, he promises, already have taken care of that with her mouth and cunt. Only one left to go.

She whines at that, moving to meet his thrusts despite the restraints keeping her almost still, on the edge of orgasm, being driven higher and higher with every time he goes and she can't. Her eyes long ago bled to solid black, her nature coming to the front to preserve what she could, to recover a little faster, last a little longer than any human, but still nowhere near her master's.

He could leave her like that, unfulfilled, having taken his pleasure, and she could say nothing against it. She knew that, like she knew the lines of the runes she wore around her neck, on her wrists and ankles. Her own work held her, but it was driven by his will, and never hers.

Damn right, his will was the one driving it. If he told her to stab yourself with the Winchester's demon-killing knife, she'd have no choice but to do so. Not that he intends to waste her like that.

His hips snap forwards even through his next orgasm, Gabriel already seeking out his next one. He was almost done with this portion of things. He might give her a little time to recover after this. Maybe. In a fashion.

He never stopped, and she was making noises continuously, every nerve aflame with the sensations he'd gifted her with, all confused and burning with need. She doesn't want him to stop, for all that he's painted the image he wants. He made a proper mess of her, and she loves it, sweat mingling with the come drying on her face and down her legs. Claudia wondered sometimes why he didn't take photos as well, rather than just filling her mind with his favorite images of her, real and not-yet-realized.

Gabriel's hips snap forwards a finish few times before he empties himself in her yet again. He takes a brief moment before stepping back away from her, cleaning himself off with a thought and show Claudia what he sees. Which is her bent over and spread out for him, come leaking from both rear locations, the knot on the rope right where it needed to be.

Maybe I should fill you front and back with vibrators again. Let them work with what I've already done to you to drive you to the breaking point, he says in her head to make sure she heard every bit.

She just whimpers a little at that, struggling to stay where she can't add anything more to her aching body. Her nipples burn, and she doesn't exactly want to think about that right now, or the vibrators he's suggesting.

Claudia actually wonders why he doesn't use constructs if all he wants to do is watch. Although suggesting that would definitely be dangerous.

You say that like they won't block the view, Gabriel says with raised eyebrows. The chains holding her in place disappear a moment later for her to either stay bent over the table or slide to the floor. Whichever one she ends up doing. He's a little curious which she'll do.

Without help staying upright, and her hands still behind her back, she doesn't really have a huge choice. So he gets treated to her struggling to make yet another wave of stimulation stop as the ropes shift. The fact that she's trembling when it does really isn't helping, either.

He walks over to her and looks down, nudging her with his foot. "Get up."

Right, he knows now, time for her to move her ass.

She tries to do it as slowly as she can, because each movement practically steals her breath away, and her legs already feel like jelly. Probably come-flavored jelly, considering the amount trying to find its way back into gravity's good graces. Something she isn't doing so well with.

"Gabriel, please..." Make it stop, do something, she couldn't even think straight anymore, it was just too fuzzy-edged with flashes of excruciating pleasure jolting her like lighting.

"Go to the bed and lay on it," he says, ignoring her attempt to beg. He has no interest in making it stop. Big brother isn't here to control what he does to her, so he'll do as he sees fit.