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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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.

"Kneel properly," he tells her firmly. Looks like he needs to make her do it right after all. At least she seems to be trying.

The tears flow faster as she tries to follow the order, and it seems to take forever to get to the required position. The bruising punishment both inside and out, along with being left to stay in an unnatural position has left her nearly incapable of staying upright without some degree of support, and without her hands....

The buzz of being almost satisfied has begun to wear off before she finally manages it. As soon as she's there, she starts to try to lean to take him in, but it's hard to do that and kneel when her lower half feels like wet noodles.

She would be in considerably better shape if she gave in sooner. She would still be feeling her punishment, but at least she wouldn't have days of being in the same position behind her.

Gabriel helps in the form of stepping forwards and pushing his way into her mouth before holding still. He trusts that's all the help she needs.

That little help has her moaning around him, her tongue coaxing him in further as she tries to take him all the way in. There's a slight hesitation when she hits the point where she used to have to worry about her gag reflex kicking in, but apparently, like so many other things, that's no longer a problem. She was hungry for him in ways she had no words for, and while she couldn't balance with her hands or make her legs help her push to meet him, there were other things that should be almost as good.

Gabriel is soon moaning and rocking his hips forwards to drive himself further in, his precome trickling down her throat to spur her on. Even with the problems she's having, she's doing well enough.

She hums in approval of the new taste, anxious on some level to bring him completely, filling the aching emptiness inside her. She sucks all the harder, trying to bring him as quickly as she possibly can, needing it, feeling it bring her own pleasure to a fever-pitch with him. It was incredible, and she couldn't stop.

Gabriel rocks his hips forwards several more times before he comes, filling her mouth and giving her what she wants. He doesn't stop there, either, continuing to rock his hips through his orgasm, already chasing the next one.

She swallows everything down, trying to drink him in, feeling his balls hitting her face as she tries to lean even more into his thrusts. Every sensations winds even tighter around her, tighter than the bonds she'd been trapped in earlier, and while her mind wants to protest, her body overrules that, claiming this moment. A tiny part of her almost wished to be filled even more, each eager opening he'd given her stuffed until she couldn't do anything but take it. That there were only two men in her life or that the logistics didn't seem to work weren't important, all that was important was the all-consuming need to be used.

Gabriel's hips continue to snap forwards, driving him in although now he adds quiet praise in her mind for the job she was doing, winding his control of her ever tighter.

Perhaps later, he says in response to her new desire.

A flash of disappointment tinged with relief goes through her, and she doesn't know why that's a bad thing. He felt good, she was doing what he wanted, and why should that be wrong? And yet, there's a part of her that keeps trying to insist this isn't what she wanted, what she asked for.

Gabriel keeps his hips rocking forwards to drive himself into her mouth, encouraging the feeling that this was what she wanted in her, working to quiet down the part of her that doesn't. Just a little more molding of her into what he wanted.

Her eyes go a little glassy as he toys with her reactions a little more, pupils dialated wide with arousal and looking for all the world like she'd just been given one of the best drugs ever created. Endorphins, adrenaline, oxytocin, there were names for the chemicals that her body released, and even some studies on the biological purposes of them, but that wasn't the key part of it. He was making her want her, making it so she couldn't function without regular fucking. That she couldn't even reach orgasm without him, and that was what was fueling that simmering anger pushed down deep inside her.

Her mind was useless to him, and all he wanted was the body.