Love Hurts

(Part 8 of  12)

The demon moved towards her table of toys and returned with two items.  She first stopped behind Dean.  “Open up big boy.  I think we better gag you before you cause your brother more pain.  Just remember every time you do something to me or my followers, your brother will suffer the consequences.”

She laughed as Dean struggled against the gag, but in the end she won. “See, you really need to listen.  Since you fought the gag, your brother will receive ten lashes for your insubordination.”

Dean yelled into the gag and struggled harder to get free.  “Keep it up and your brother will get ten more!”  The demon looked back at Dean and grinned as she watched him quiet down.  The hatred in his eyes spoke volumes and assured her she was getting to the man. 

Sam knelt silently, his head bowed as he tried to keep himself from falling over.  His little display had taken almost all he had left.  He heard the demon taunting Dean and knew she was really using him to hurt his brother.  Unfortunately, unless Bobby got here soon he would’ve gambled and lost.  At least if she was punishing him, it would delay the final feeding.  He just hoped it bought him enough time. 

He jumped as his head was jerked up to meet the flaming red eyes of the demon.  “You Winchesters, think you are so indestructible.  By the time I’m through, you’ll be dead and your brother will wish he had joined you.”

Sam remained silent, but his eyes still held a measure of defiance in them.  He watched as she placed a collar similar to the one she had placed on Charlie around his neck.  The collar was pulled tight, leaving barely enough room for him to breathe.  Sam screamed as he felt the buckle on the back begin to burn his neck.  The scent of burning flesh filled his nose as he realized she had fused the buckle so the collar was permanently attached.

“This is a symbol; you are now mine, body and soul Samuel Winchester!”  The demon smiled as she continued to torment the man in front of her.  “You will wear this collar to your grave and all will know who finally managed to defeat the great Winchester brothers!”

“You may have my body…but you’ll never get my soul” Sam whispered, looking at Dean for a moment to make sure his brother understood.  He had never agreed to give her his soul, only allow her to feed. 

“Technicalities Sam…you’ll be gone.  What do I care where you go as long as you can’t return.”  The demon pulled Sam up to a standing position with one hand.  Her demon strength was more than a match for the weakened man as she positioned him beneath the chains hanging from the ceiling.

Sam groaned as a shackle was placed around his sore wrist.  He wasn’t sure, but it felt like it broke when he landed on it earlier.  The demon added shackles to his other wrist and ankles.  He knew what to expect, but the pain from his wrist brought tears to his eyes as the chains were pulled taunt.  Just when Sam thought she couldn’t pull them any tighter, the chains were pulled again until Sam’s muscles screamed in agony. 

He couldn’t move as he was stretched spread eagle in mid air.  His eyes found Dean’s and gathered the strength he would need to endure what was to come.  He could see his brother trying to comfort him, but the horror in his eyes told Sam his brother would be hurt worse than if he had taken the punishment himself. 

Sam wondered if he made the right decision.  He thought Dean deserved more, but the pain he saw etched on his brother’s face brought new understanding.  Just as Sam would rather suffer than see his brother hurt, Dean was the same…maybe even more so as he had been doing it all his life.  As the first stroke of the whip hit his tender flesh Sam cried out, unable to keep the pain inside any longer. 

As the demon continued to whip Sam’s back, two of her followers entered and stood at attention.  Sam wondered again how these men could follow the demon so blindly.  He had trouble thinking of them as innocents after what they had done to him.  He could see them enjoying his pain.  The bulges in the front of their robes spoke of their interest.

He could feel the trickle of blood running down his back as the demon continued.  The pain had become so bad, he almost couldn’t feel anymore.  He let his head fall forward, ashamed his brother had to watch.  Especially since against all reason, his cock was beginning to get hard. 

Sam saw one of the men move behind him while the other stood directly in front of him and spread his robe displaying his swollen cock.  It didn’t take much imagination to figure out part of his punishment was going to be a repeat performance with two of his captors.  He shuddered as he felt a leather strap bite into his tender ass cheeks. 

Apparently the demon had enlisted the aid of the other man to continue the pain part of the program using what felt like a leather belt.  At least with the wooden paddle, there had been only bruising.  But as the strap hit him again, he could feel the welts coming to the surface.  He tried, but soon his body was shaking with silent sobs as the beatings continued.

Dean sat silently watching his brother’s torture.  As he saw his brother begin to sob, his own tears joined Sam’s.  He should have waited.  He should have made sure Sam understood the plan.  He should have let Sam know about the details of the original deal sooner; then none of this would’ve happened.  Dean felt each stroke as if it was hitting his own body; forever scarring his soul. 

Finally after about fifteen minutes, the beatings stopped.  Dean didn’t even know if Sam was still conscious as his brother didn’t raise his head.  His sweaty hair hung around his face, barring his face from Dean’s view.  Dean watched as the Demon reached forward and drew her nails down Sam’s back.  Sam arched and gasped.  The demon put the bloody fingers to her lips and licked his little brother’s blood from them while meeting Dean’s eyes.

He watched as the demon moved to a lever and began to lower Sam’s body to the floor.  His brother’s knees buckled as his limp body fell to the floor.  Sam pulled himself into a fetal position, his knees to his chest but the demon was not going to allow his brother any respite from the punishment.

“On your knees Sam!”  The demon pulled Sam up by his hair until he was kneeling in front of her.  “You will now service my followers as they see fit.  Then once they are done, you and I will finish our deal.”

Sam shuddered but remained kneeling.  He deliberately refused to look at Dean any longer, disgust filling his mind as the man who had pulled his robe apart stepped in front of Sam.  “You know what to do…make it good and maybe I won’t fuck your ass until it bleeds.”

Before Sam could respond, the man grabbed his head and pushed his stiff rod into his mouth.  He tried to lick the man’s cock, but apparently the man wasn’t interested in Sam’s tongue.  He choked and gagged as the man drove his cock deeper and deeper until all he could do was try to breath in between thrusts.  At one point the man drove so deep, Sam was afraid he really would choke to death, his vision blurred and he started to weave but the man realized what was happening and pulled out allowing Sam to pull oxygen into his starving lungs. 

Sam fell forward onto his hands, yelping as his bad wrist reminded him it could no longer support his weight.  A rough hand on his hair painfully yanked him back in line with the man’s throbbing member.  Sam tried to close his mind to what was happening, but he couldn’t do it.  As the cock was thrust once more into his mouth, he realized he no longer wanted to survive…he wanted it to end. 

He couldn’t face Dean much less Bobby.  How could he when he allowed these men and the demon to do this to him.  He was nothing, a shell to be used and discarded when they were done.  Sam’s mind came back to the present as he tasted the man’s cum on his tongue. 

“Swallow it all or I will have you do it again.  Do you understand boy!” 

As the man continued to spurt into Sam’s mouth, he swallowed fighting the nausea threatening to bring it right back up.  Luckily he was able to get it down as the man removed his now limp cock from Sam’s mouth.  He tried to swallow it all, but his mouth and throat were raw from the abuse.  The man’s cum was leaking from the corners of his mouth to join the tears that were falling from his eyes onto his chest. 

“Bring him to the table and tie him down.” The demon ordered, smiling at the glazed look on the once proud Winchester’s face.  She glanced at Dean and realized the trauma she was inflicting on him would scar him for life.

Dean tried to catch Sam’s eye, but his brother was refusing to look at him.  He could only imagine what was going through his brother’s head.  “Damnit where the hell was Bobby?”

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Bobby and David made their way slowly down the dark tunnel.  Bobby stopped suddenly and pulled further back into the shadows.  He had heard movement coming from the left tunnel.  Turning off his flashlight, he waited as the men paused before continuing down the right hand tunnel. 

He noticed one man was helping the other.  He hoped it meant Sam and Dean were still in the game.  Making a decision, he decided to follow the men.  The more followers they could eliminate, the less chance they would be interrupted when it came time to kill the demon.  He waited a few more minutes and sure enough two men came from the right and went down the left tunnel. 

“The women will be coming shortly, but I think our other friend will be in the infirmary for a while.  Winchester is going to be sorry he injured him.”  One of the men remarked.

“I wouldn’t want to be either one of those boys right now that’s for sure.  Say, have you seen Darla?  She never came back after her shift.”

“Naw, but maybe she had to fill in for one of the other girls.  I wouldn’t worry about her.”

Bobby could feel David tense behind him.  Obviously he knew this Darla.  Placing his finger to his lips, he reminded his new friend to keep his mind on business.  He saw David swallow, but nod as they moved towards the right hand tunnel. 

Bobby figured they should take out the other two women and make sure the other man was unable to interfere.  It was obvious the boys were somewhere down the other tunnel.  He just hoped they could hold on a bit longer as they evened the odds a bit.

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Dean watched in horror as Sam was strapped down to the table, his ass spread wide for all to view.  He knew what was coming and he could tell Sam also had it figured out.  He saw his brother tense as the other man stepped behind him and spread his robes.  A scream filled the air as the man impaled Sam with his cock.

He wanted to close his eyes, to deny what was happening to his little brother.  But he couldn’t do it.  If Sam was being forced to endure this, he would do no less.  Tears coursed down Dean’s face as he watched the man pound into his brother’s ass.  He could see Sam’s body jerking and heard him grunting in pain as the man continued to pleasure himself.

Just when Dean thought his brother could take no more, the man plunged in one more time, his head thrown back as his orgasm ripped through his body.  A few moments later the man pulled out of his brother’s hole with a soft plop.  Dean wished he had a gun as he heard the man laughing at his brother.

He thought maybe it was over, how much more could they do to Sam.  But the man who had received the blow job looked at the demon and upon receiving a nod, walked up behind Sam and spread his robes again.  “I’m going to kill those fuckin’ bastards!”  Dean thought as he heard his brother scream once more.

Dean lost track of time as he watched his brother being raped by the two guards.  His mind was refusing to process his inability to stop what was happening.  But as Sam screamed again, he focused once more.  The man was pounding so hard into his brother, he was sure something had to give. 

“Please…please no more…please…”  Sam repeated over and over in a broken voice.

A sharp slap to his tender ass brought another scream as the man continued to pound into Sam.  Dean began to struggle against his bindings again.  He had to do something before it was too late.  He watched the guard alternate slapping Sam’s buttocks with each thrust.  The sound of skin slapping against skin was interlaced with Sam’s continued pleas. 

Finally the man groaned and with a final thrust shot his load into Sam’s ass.  As he pulled from his brother, he couldn’t resist hitting the bruised and bleeding man one more time, turning to look at Dean.  “That was for the kick to the ribs!”

“Enough, I’m hungry.  Turn him and bind him to the table.  Then go to gather the others.  I want them all here to witness how our enemies will be treated.

Dean watched as Sam was positioned on the table, his arms tied above his head and his legs spread and tied leaving him exposed to the eyes of the demon.  The demon waited until her followers had left the room before she moved closer to Sam.

“Normally I never let my victim see my true self.  It is a small mercy I provide for the life they provide me.  But you will not be given such an honor.  You will see my true self and know what you have been giving yourself to for the past few days.”  The demon closed her eyes.  The air around her shimmered as the beautiful woman was replaced by a hideous beast.

Dean gasped as her deformed face and body appeared.  Two horns could be seen through the straggling patches of hair covering her head.  But the worst was the tail…he couldn’t believe she had a tail!

Sam almost gagged as he saw the demon’s face lean forward and capture his mouth in her own.  Before she pushed her tongue in, he tried to turn away.  But she grabbed his head between her misshaped hands and forced him to obey.  Her tongue felt slimy in his mouth as he felt the bile rising. 

His body arched off the table as she once again ran her clawed hands down his chest leaving behind deep scratches in the skin.  She picked her head up and began to follow the bloody tracks down his body with her tongue, enjoying the taste of his blood in her mouth.  She then kissed Sam again, forcing him to taste his own blood on her tongue and lips.

Sam’s breathing was becoming ragged as he struggled against this final assault on his body.  He had been up against many monsters in his life, but this was almost more than he could bear.  Tears fell down his cheeks as he closed his eyes.  He couldn’t face the beast getting ready to take his life from him.

He felt the monster climb onto his hips, moving against his partially hard cock.  Sam jumped as he felt something plunge into his sore hole.  He struggled against the newest invasion, gasping as he felt something working on his sensitive nerve bundle.  He groaned as the demon clawed his chest again.  “What the hell?”  Sam shuddered as he opened his eyes and realized the tail he had briefly seen was now working on getting him erect.

But for once, the loathing and disgust he was feeling kept his body from becoming aroused.  He turned his head to the side as the bile rose in his throat.  He caught the look of horror on Dean’s tear streaked face.  Sam jerked again as the demon began to rub her pelvis against his cock, her tongue licking his neck before she pulled his face to look at her.

“Remember all the times you were inside me Sam?  You thought you were being fucked by a beautiful woman and the whole time you were making love to a monster...still feeling superior Sammy?”  The demon continued to taunt Sam, enjoying the damage she was inflicting on both brothers. 

“Of course, you were made for fucking Sam…even your own brother has wanted a piece of you.  He was just too big of a coward to admit it.  Even after he sold his own soul for you, he still couldn’t bring himself to let you know his true feelings.  He wants you as his lover Sam.”  The demon looked at Dean and winked.

“Come on Sammy, surely you can get it up one more time for me…or would you rather I stop and substitute your brother instead?  Remember Sam if I don’t get to feed, the deal is off and big brother is next.”

Sam shuddered under the onslaught of emotions and feelings.  But the thought of Dean having to endure this brought his mind back to business.  He closed his eyes and thought of his last time with Jessica.  How her hands felt on his body, her lips on his mouth.  He groaned as the demon’s tail continued to work on his prostate gland until finally his body began to respond.

He kept his eyes closed, but Jessica’s hands were now replaced by Dean’s.  His brother’s lips were caressing him, making him shudder with the need to feel him inside.  Sam opened his eyes and looked over at his brother’s tear streaked face.  He couldn’t believe how hot thinking about Dean was making him. 

“That’s right Sammy, now you’re getting the idea!”  The demon sensed her victory was close at hand.

Sam closed his eyes as he felt her lower herself onto his erection.  The shame and disgust now complete as he felt her beginning to move.  It wouldn’t be long now; his only regret was that Dean had to see his weakness. 

Suddenly the door burst open and the sound of a gun shots filled the air followed by a scream.