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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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...

While she was being stubborn and not giving in, Gabriel was free to do whatever he pleased. There were quite a few times he left his room to do things that weren't watching a demon who was covered in her own dried blood and his dried come or reading.

Although there was plenty of the second. Some of the reading was for fun, some was related to work his brother handed over for him to do after hearing about Claudia's current situation. Along with orders to bring her to him after whatever point she broke for Gabriel and she'd been cleaned up.

The moment that first 'please' leaves her mouth, his attention becomes focused on her before he forces himself to ignore her in favor of what he was working on. Then comes the begging and he takes the time to savor it before going over to her.

He snaps himself naked and walks over to her, running a hand down her back, making some of the dried blood flake off to fall to the floor. Then he's moving into position behind her, lining himself up, and slowly pushing his way into her ass before starting a punishing pace. One she wouldn't have enjoyed happening there only a few days ago.

It feels so good to be filled that it doesn't occur to her that this should hurt. Instead it only makes her beg all the more. She strains against the chains to press back into him, take him deeper, no other thought in her mind but the pleasure she knows this is going to bring him.

"Please, Gabriel, please, I need more, please," her mouth said for her, her mind not even involved at this time. Perhaps when the hunger inside for him has eased a little, she'll be furious again. Right now, all that matters is giving and receiving pleasure.

Gabriel's hips snap forwards fast and hard as he drives himself into her. Soon enough, there's precome leaking from the tip of his cock to soak into her and tell her body to anticipate being properly filled as she should be.

Her muscles clench around him, urging him onward, needing to be filled again and again. "Please, let me come with you," she begs.

She wants him, and she wants to feel him bring her again and again, as quickly as he can until her body feels like it's going to fly apart. To be used until one more time would destroy her. That's what she's caught in wanting.

Gabriel grins as his hips continue snapping forwards. Several more thrusts until he orgasms, filling her. And, Come.

Making her come as he fills her under the influence of the new modifications should help cement certain things in her brain, making her even more his than she already was.

Her body drinks him in, even as she responds, screaming his name as she comes so hard she sees stars, her back bowing to the extent of the chain attaching her collar to the table. It felt like a drug, something only Gabriel could do to her, and even as a small wave of resentment and rage at that tries to force its way up, she's asking for more, needing it.

"Please, Gabriel, don't stop!"

"I'm not intending to," he purrs in her ear as he thrusts through his orgasm and working on the second one. "I think after this, you'll be on your knees."

That thought makes her whine, her mouth watering with just the idea of being filled, her body tightening for him once more, drawing him in deeper so she can be filled. "Oh, Gabriel!"

She wants him, but deep, submerged under it is the hatred, the clear-thinking part that has been only temporarily washed away.

Gabriel's aware it's there but doesn't care overly much at the moment, just snapping his hips forwards until he's filled her again. He comes to a brief halt before stepping back and cleaning himself off with a thought, the chains holding her in place disappearing. He wouldn't be surprised in the least if she just slides to the ground.

She isn't able to hold herself up, which leaves her unceremoniously falling on her ass, blinking stupidly up at him. The welts drive a cry mingled with pain and pleasure from her, and she can't think at all, not even to think why she's down there. The only real thing she has room for is to be filled, licking swollen lips as she looks at him.

"I think your knees might be a more practical place to be," Gabriel points out with a raised eyebrow. Try not to make him need to turn that into an order.

She tries, but it's like her body is all wrong. Not just the added weight of her breasts throw her off as she tries to follow his suggestion, even as the submerged part screams against even trying. She ends up kinda leaning against his legs, using him to prop her up, which isn't at all where she'd need to be for him to be in her mouth. Claudia closes her eyes, feeling a surge of tears and hopelessness at not being able to please him that doesn't seem at all right.