“Where the fuck am I? Who are you?” She struggled against her restraints.
“Shh shh shh, now now dearie, settle down,” A woman with hair like fire and a voice that can only be described as beautiful, ancient, and hauntingly graceful, stepped into the dim light, “don’t stress yourself, you’ll scar up that beautifully pale skin.” She ran her fingers down her shackled arms, lingering over the metal that was beginning to cut into her flesh.
“Don’t touch me!” She snarled and growled.
“Yes, I knew I found someone special. Not only are you strong and vicious, but you’re intelligent too. A dangerous combination. You’re perfect. Well, in sprit, anyway. Your looks leave some to be desired, but one thing at a time, right?”
“Fuck you, lady.” She spat. “Go ahead and kill me, I’m sick of smelling this shit hole.” The red-headed woman laughed. “What do you want? I don’t know anything about anyone worth a shit! I don’t have connections, I’m just a lost soul trying to survive for no fucking reason! Quit laughing!!!”
“Oh sorry, dear, it’s just so funny! See, you’re a nobody. Nobody cares that you’re gone. Nobody misses you. Nobody loves you. That’s what makes you perfect. My perfect pet.” The woman cupped her prisoner’s face in her hands and in the sweetest voice asked, “What’s your name, sweetie?”
“Ros-“ Before she could finish the woman struck her across the face. She growled and the woman struck her again, harder.
“I’m goin’ to ask you again; what’s your name?”
“Piss off!” Her snarky comment was met with a fist to her jaw.
“Sweetie, I can keep going as long as you like. Tell you what, let’s speed this along, shall we? You already know what I want, I’ll just assume you’re bein’ a smart-arse, and beat you bloody until you’re ready to tell me what I want to hear.”
*****Nine Months Later*****
“Mmm, oh yes, I need you in me.”
“Are you eating that or making love to it?” Sam said half snarky half weirded out.
“Hey, maybe if you had one of these babies you’d be getting taken to heaven too.” Dean smirked as he bit into a grease covered double bacon cheeseburger.
“Keep eating like that and you’ll be there long before me.” Sam smirked, but instantly regretted his retort. Dean shared the discomfort and absentmindedly gripped his forearm that bore the Mark of Cain. They both shrugged it off and continued on, putting it behind them.
“So, anything worth our attention in these parts?”
“I think so-“ Sam turned his lap top toward Dean, “about a week ago a rash of animal attacks started happening, local authorities have yet to identify the animal causing them, but, get this, the victims’ hearts were missing.” The two exchanged meaningful glances.
“So werewolves.” Dean shrugs.
“Maybe, but here’s where it gets weird…”
“Weirder than missing hearts?”
“Yeah…” Sam nods to the laptop, urging Dean to read the article. Dean half-heartedly rolls his eyes and scrolls down, skimming through the paragraphs. After a moment he looks back to Sam.
“Their hearts were…returned?”
“In a box. The police also noticed traces of liquid on and around the returned hearts.” Dean squinted as he read intently then looked up suddenly.
“Tears?” He gave a baffled look.
“Yep.”
“Maybe it’s just a psycho. With a conscience.” Sam and Dean exchanged doubtful looks. “Either way, we should look into this. I’m sure it’s nothing we can’t handle.”
The two packed up and headed out.
*****
“You ungrateful bitch!” The woman smacked her prisoner. “Just when I thought we were making progress…” The woman scowled at her prisoner who was bowing her head. She reached down and forced the girl to look up at her. She was met with a fiery gaze. The woman grabbed her by the throat and lifted her up. Her feet dangled, but she didn’t struggle. “What is your name?” She said through her teeth.
“I am Nobody.” She said in a defiant whisper as she began to gasp for air.
“And who am I?”
“My Master, Rowena.” She spat.
“You do not speak my name!” She threw Nobody across the room. “You call me Master and you should be grateful I allow you to speak at all!”
“Yes, Master.” She growled.
“There’s my puppy. Now, come here.” Rowena commanded. Nobody stood and walked to her master. “You’re stronger than even I gave you credit for, but your strength is fading. You need to eat. I’ve provided perfectly good meals for you, yet you throw them away. Do I have to start force feeding you?
“I won’t eat human flesh.” Rowena slapped her with a force that brought her to her knees. “Do whatever you want,
Master, but you will not take away my humanity! I may have been born a monster, but that doesn't mean I'll act like one.”
“Everyone has their breaking point.” Rowena laughed. “Even nobodies.” Rowena continued laughing as she locked her prisoner in her cell. “Get comfy in your kennel, pup, you’ll be in there for a long spell this time.”
Nobody growled and fought the rage building within her, but was soon overcome. Fangs sprouted where her teeth normally are, claws replaced her nails, and her eyes glowed like fire as she howled and thrashed about her cell.
After several minutes of this, she began to calm down, but remained in her altered form, sniffing about the walls, heading for her secret loose brick. Suddenly a wretched smell made her yelp and she quickly reverted to her “human” self.
“Are you done throwing your tantrum now?” Startled, she turned and was face to face with the King himself.
“Crowley.” She snarled. He gave her a look that was both annoyed and impressed with her blatant disrespect for title and lack of concern about it. He continued to stare at her, cocking his head to one side, contemplating his course of action, then finally he flicked his wrist which sent Nobody flying across the cell until she slammed into the wall. She stayed on the floor, growling and snarling, waiting for Crowley to monologue. “On with it then, your lowness.”
“I admit I admire your voracity for ‘sticking it to the man’, but, seeing as how I am one of only two people who can get you out of here, I’d pay my proper respects if I were you.” He growled back at her. His gaze was like a dangerous wildfire, the likes of which she’d never seen. His growl and Alpha stance brought out a foreign instinct in her that she despised, but was powerless to fight or ignore. She bowed to him, she tried to look him in the eyes to show him her defiance and contempt, but she could not. Crowley chuckled.
As soon as his Alpha hold was released, she stood at his level and faced him. “What do you want from me?” Crowley gave her a stern look and she bowed her head, “
Sire.” The word came out like the hiss of a snake.
“You’re my mother’s new plaything. I don’t like my mother so I like to take away her playthings. It has also come to my attention that you’re starving yourself. If I were to set you free, it won’t be long before you lose control, when you lose control you leave a wake of destruction, and in that wake comes something I really want.”
“What do you wa-“ Crowley’s hand was upon her throat faster than she could react and he was threatening to squeeze the life out of her.
“It’s of no concern of yours,
Nobody.” He snarled. Crowley pulled at his tie, loosening it’s grip on his neck while still keeping his other hand tightly gripped around hers. Nobody began pawing at his face and in her struggle, and due to her diminished figure, her clothes were beginning to slip from her frame. “Mmm. Brute force isn’t enough to make you properly submissive.” He looked up and down her body. “Perhaps it’s time for a more
invasive approach.” He dropped her and she crumpled on the floor, gasping for breath. He stood over her, his demon cock pulled out, and commanded her to kneel before him.
Her rage built inside her and spilled over it’s containments. Fangs and claws sprouted once again and she was poised to fight, “Awe, sweetie, do you think a little borderline bestiality is beyond me?” He cackled then imposed his Alpha status upon her. She growled and spit and thrashed, but was compelled to submit to her King.
Crowley grabbed her hair and dragged her to the nearest wall in her cell and pinned her against it. He removed her clothing with the snap of his fingers and turned her to face him. He placed his finger under her chin a made her meet his gaze. As soon as she made eye contact with him she felt she never wanted anything more than to let him have his way with her. A part of her knew this was some kind of demon trick, but she could not overcome it. She moved her hand to caress his face, but he grabbed her wrist and squeezed, the pressure threatening to break her bones. She looked at him questioningly, but he did not say a word. He pressed his lips to hers and slid his tongue into her mouth. He still held her wrist in one hand and with the other he tightened his grip on her hair.
She was equally repulsed and filled with desire. Crowley took her hand he had hold of and put it on his cock. She stroked it as his tongue still invaded her mouth. His cock was a respectable length, but his girth was unmatched, in her experience. He broke their embrace and pulled her hair downward, forcing her to her knees. She snarled, showing her fangs, and he struck her. “Put those away.” He commanded. Immediately they retracted. “Good dog. Now, service your King.”
Her mouth could barely fit over his dick, but she dared not disappoint the Demon King. She took all of him into her mouth taking great care to keep her teeth away and keep her fangs from coming out. He still had a grip on her hair and he used that leverage to fuck her mouth. She moaned on his member as she worked it. He repeatedly shoved his cock as far into her mouth as he could, he was suffocating her, but she was quite accustomed to lack of air so she was able to take it with great stride. Tears rolled down her cheeks from lack of oxygen, but still she pleasured him, pressing her tongue against his flesh at the right moments.
She took breaths every chance she got, but she was nearing the brink of unconsciousness. She dug her fingers into his thighs in an attempt to let him know her predicament, all he did was grunt, growl, and hold his cock in her mouth until she felt his hot load flowing down her throat. He pulled out of her mouth and she sat there, gasping. The demon trick that had hold of her faded and she was filled with rage. She transformed and lunged at the Demon King, he simply caught her and held her close.
“You’re disgusting! I would never lay with you without your trickery!” She spat.
“Naive pup, I simply helped you let go of your inhibitions. I created nothing new, I only brought to the surface what was already there. Some part of you wants me. Don’t bother denying it.” He slid his hand down her body and caressed her pussy, slipping a finger between the lips and delving inside. “See? Feel how wet you are.” She growled at him. “Oh just admit it. You want me.” He smirked.
“Just because my body works against me, in many ways, does not mean I desire you.” She tried to push herself off him, but, as disgusted as it made her, his hand felt very, very good. She wanted more, but she dare not admit that to him.
“You can’t con a conman.” He pressed her against the wall, hiked up her leg and pushed his cock into her. She bore her fangs and tried to claw at him, but he used his demon powers and shackled her wrists to the wall. He pushed harder into her and she let a moan slip passed her lips. He felt amazing and she hated it, but she wanted more.
Crowley was also taken by surprise by his own feelings. He’s had many, many partners. Men, women, and monsters of all kinds, plenty of werewolves too, but Nobody was different. Very different. This angered him so he let his rage fuel his passion. He placed a hand on her throat and grabbed onto her ass with his other, and fucked her hard. He wanted it to hurt, but it was pretty clear pleasure overpowered pain, for both of them. He pushed her so hard against the wall the stone was beginning to cut into her skin. This made him push harder.
She pulled against her restraints, part of her liked the pain it caused, she also liked the pain Crowley was trying to cause. She could see the anger in his eyes, but she could also see the desire. As he pushed into her he also allowed himself to remain open to attack. When she was able she sunk her fangs into his neck. He pulled away, howling, then smacked her across the face. He pulled a blade from his coat pocket and made a shallow cut on her neck. Shallow as it was, it still poured blood. Nowhere enough to kill her, but enough to put fear into her. He looked upon her bloody face and laughed. This woman made no sense to him. He wanted to keep her all to himself. Even thought about abandoning his plan. He shook his head and decided to savor this moment while he could and worry about the future later.
He stepped to her and licked the blood from her neck. She quivered with arousal. He looked at her, both their faces bloody and he kissed her, roughly, but passionately. She gripped her chains for support and wrapped her legs around him. She needed him inside her again and she didn’t care anymore if he knew it. He grabbed hold of her hips and pushed into her. He pumped his throbbing cock in and out of her a few times before he pulled out, flipped her around, pressing her breasts against the cold, stone wall, and fucked her from behind.
Her arms were now crossed as she was being pushed against the wall, the Demon King fucking her hard and fast. She screamed in ecstasy as he placed one hand on her hip and used the other to pull on her hair. Her claws dug into the wall while she screamed and howled in primal lust.
Suddenly he pulled out of her and stepped back. “I want to hear you beg.” Nobody turned to face him, defiant even in her vulnerability. “Come on, darling, beg for Daddy’s dick.”
Nobody snarled and yelled in frustration. She was so close to climax, she needed the release. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs in an attempt to satisfy her aching clit, but it was futile. She needed him. She let out another growl, then put aside her stubborn pride and gave Crowley exactly what he wanted. “Please, my King, I need you right now. I need your dick inside me, your hands pawing at me.” She took a step toward him and leaned against her chains and in a sultry whisper she said, “I need you to fuck me.”
Crowley smiled, “How can I say no to those puppy dog eyes?” He stepped up to her and she spread her legs. He bent down, placed her legs over his shoulders, and lifted her up, pinning her against the wall as he pressed his face into her pussy, spreading her lips with his tongue and pushing it inside her. She gripped her chains and moaned. She never felt a tongue delve so deeply. His beard was rough, but his tongue was so warm and soft…and skilled. She could barely hold on to her wits. He began to growl with a primal hunger for her nectar and she let go and gave him all that she had. He lapped up everything she offered him as if it were the first meal he’s had in centuries. In his eagerness, his teeth pressed into her clit which made her inhale sharply. This did not stop him, he didn’t stop until he was satisfied.
He let her legs drop and he caught them at his waist, grabbing her ass, and thrust into her. She was still dizzy from being licked raw and now she was being brought to ecstasy again. She moaned louder and louder as he became more of an animal than even she was. She ran her tongue over her teeth and was surprised to feel human teeth there. She had no idea when she reverted back to her original form, but was impressed that the King somehow tamed the beast, yet she brought out the beast in him. “Yes, my King! Use me for your pleasure! Fucking hurt me!” He looked at her with an expression she couldn’t read and he summoned his blade that had been dropped shortly after it’s first use, then made a small cut right next to her nipple. He licked the blood and sucked on her nipple as if he were a babe. He held her tighter as he fucked her and neared his own climax.
She gripped him tightly with her legs and screamed as he thrust into her harder and harder. He dragged his nails down her back, biting and sucking her nipple, and fucked her with all his force until he blew. His hot, demonic load was so much warmer than a human’s and it felt amazing as he emptied all he had into her. She responded with her own rush of fluids. His cock managed to hit all the right spots and she squirt her passion all over him.
Both were spent and he let her legs drop and released her from her shackles. She sat on the cold floor, catching her breath and waiting for feeling to return to her extremities. Crowley broke the silence with his gruff, British voice, “Be a good pup, won’t you?” He motioned toward his dripping wet dick and she eagerly licked him clean. “Good girl. See? Everyone has their breaking point. Turns out yours just happens to be very fun.”
Nobody stood defiantly and spoke with an unapologetic voice, “Everybody has needs, Crow— my King,” she gave a small curtsey, “we simply serviced our own carnal needs. That does not mean I’ll suddenly be more compliant than before.”
“Oh, but I think you will. Have you already forgotten? I’m your Alpha!” He barked and she instinctually bowed, snarling at the act. He simply laughed and zipped his cock back into his pants. “As your Alpha, you will only answer to me. Only obey me. When my mother comes back to you, you have no obligation to cooperate. In fact, I order you to be at your worst with her.” Nobody looked at him with concern in her eyes. “Oh yes, she will beat you, quite bloody I’d imagine, but soon she’ll grow frustrated and give you to me. You are no longer her pet, you are mine.” He said so gruffly and with such power she began to get wet again. With that, he was gone. Her head was becoming clearer and clearer and she scrambled to pick up the rags she called clothes and cover her shame. She was not proud of what, rather who, she’d just done, but she still couldn’t deny how amazing it felt and the fact that she’d do it again.