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Fic: SPN (OFCxDean): Witches | NC-17 | 1960 words
Title: Witches
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dragonspell
Series: Supernatural
Pairing: OFCxDean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Pre-series. Non-con
Summary: Dean chained to a mattress surrounded by a coven of demon-worshiping witches.
Word Count: 1960
Due to an extremely unfortunate and just plain stupid set of events, Dean’s currently chained down to a dirty mattress in a musty basement. Oh, did he mention he's naked and gagged like some kind of sick sacrifice? Or, better yet, a freaking pig about to slaughtered and spit-roasted. Yeah, not good. So not fucking good. There’s random stains on the mattress that Dean really doesn’t want to think about and a spring is poking him about mid-back. He pulls on the chains as he glances around the dark cement room, looking for a possible escape because he has no fucking clue how he’s going to get out of this one. His only hope is that his father connects the pieces that had Dean missed.
He yells futilely into the gag which tastes like sweat and a few other things Dean’s not thinking about and he just gets laughed at for his trouble. Fucking bitches, he thinks furiously. Witches. So freaking skeevy.
See, he’s tied up buck naked and he’s also being straddled by a woman just as naked as he is. She even might have been kind of hot, with her long blonde hair, tight body and full breasts if Dean didn’t know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she's a witch. Unfortunately, though, that’s exactly what she is and because of that, Dean didn’t want her rotting, demon-worshipping pussy anywhere near him. Right now, though, it’s uncomfortably close to his dick even if said dick is putting up a valiant effort to crawl back into his body.
Her coven is just standing around and watching like the skeevy bitches they are, egging on their leader as she gets set to ride him like a damn pony. Fuck!
It doesn’t help that he knows that they want his sperm for their freaky little black magic ritual. They’d already explained that one in lurid detail, just to watch him squirm and scream. He shouts again, arching as he tries his damnedest to buck the bitch off. She just laughs and rakes her nails down his chest. Dean hisses in pain and she smiles.
“Oh, I think we’ve got ourselves a good one, don’t we? What a good little hunter. So full of, mmm,” she sucks a finger into her mouth and grins down at him, “virility.” Dean wants to tell her where she can stick her ideas about his ‘virility’ but all that comes out is a few muffled shouts. “I think I’m going to enjoy this, Dean…” Her sisters echo her and Dean glances around at them as they watch him hungrily. He’s feeling the smallest beginnings of fear starting to uncurl in his chest.
So fucking stupid of him. He’d fallen so damn easy into their trap, lured here by the bitch currently sitting astride him because it hadn’t even occurred to him that it just might be the preacher’s daughter. That cliché was only supposed to happen in bad horror movies, damn it!
She rubs her wet cunt against his chest and Dean tries his best to cringe away from it but it’s not like he has anywhere to go. She just laughs again and reaches behind her to grab his soft cock. “That’s it, Dean,” she mocks, “fight me!” She throws back her head and laughs, long and loud, echoed by the rest of the coven and Dean’s feeling his hair starting to stand on end. “You’re completely helpless. There’s nothing you can do. How does that make you feel, Dean? You’re not a big bad hunter, you’re just a scared little boy. A scared, scared little boy and there’s no one to save you. Do you want your mommy yet?” With an evil grin, she leans down close to Dean’s face, running her tongue over his cheek. “Do you want me to be your mommy?” she asks. “You certainly wanted to suck on my tits before…”
Bitch, Dean growls at her but it comes out as just another shout and he twists, straining uselessly against the chains.
“At least you’re pretty,” she says, running a finger down his face. “Not too smart, but at least you have that.” She strokes his cock and to his horror, it’s starting to fill. Oh fuck no! No! “It’s okay, Dean. We don’t need you to be smart. We just need your body for a little while. You don’t mind, do you?” She runs a free hand over his left shoulder and down his bicep. “It’s so nice, why don’t you share?”
Dean glares at her even as she strokes him to hardness. She just keeps laughing at him. “You can’t even defend yourself. Not much of a man, are you? Let alone a hunter. Just a little…bitch.” Dean flinches at her words because no, he can’t free himself and yeah, he walked right into this. So damn stupid! She’s right, goddamn her, she’s right.
Her fingernails scrape over his nipple and he hisses and jerks away. Delighted with his reaction, she does it again. “You’re getting so hard, Dean. Your body wants this even if you don’t. How does that make you feel? You’re screaming no but it’s going to happen anyway…” She grins as rises up on her knees, positioning herself above his cock and he yells at her, jerking his hips to the side but it’s completely useless as she slides herself down on him.
He closes his eyes, wanting to pretend this isn’t happening, that he’s not here, but she’s hot and warm around his dick and it apparently doesn’t matter that he knows how evil she is. She laughs, bouncing on him. “Mmm, you want this so much, don’t you? Yeah, you’re so hard inside me!”
Hands are touching his body, sliding over his skin and it takes Dean a few moments to realize that there’s more than just two. His eyes snap open and he realizes that the entire coven has stepped forward towards the mattress, stroking him and the bitch that’s riding him. Some are chanting under their breath and Dean screams helplessly, unable to do much more. Fingernails rake down his arms, over his sides. Hands pry apart his thighs even as he tries his best to close them from their spread-eagle position, and he’s forced obscenely wider. Rough fingers grips his balls, tugging and scratching and Dean grunts in pain, trying to curl up on himself. There’s nowhere for him to go, though, nowhere he can escape to. He’s stuck here, bound and gagged for their amusement and probably going to die after they’re done with him.
It’s then that he feels something blunt and slick pushes at his ass. His eyes go wide as he struggles futilely, jerking at the chains, trying to go up or to the side, anywhere but where he is. No! he’s yelling at them but it’s just one long vowel sound.
“Just like a bitch, Dean,” the blonde purrs at him and he stares at her and her arm that stretched backwards, forcing the object into him. “Just like a bitch.” She shoves it all the way in and Dean screams in pain as he feels something rip inside him, the dildo tearing him up inside. She laughs again, fucking the thing out of him, grin getting bigger as Dean writhes in pain beneath her.
Fuck it hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Dean can’t focus on anything else but the pain in his ass and the bitch riding his cock and he’s blinking away tears because he’s not going to cry, damn it. That would just be fucking useless and exactly what the cunt on top of him wants. Like fuck he’ll give her that satisfaction.
Despite the pain and the blood, though, she’s pressing the dildo inside him up and against his prostate and it’s sending shivers up and down his spine. Combined with the way she’s riding him, he’s feeling his balls start to tighten and he fights it tooth and nail. No fucking way! No, no, no! Helplessness and shame are intertwining inside of him because he should be able to fight this off. He should!
He twists his body trying to stop his orgasm from happening but it’s out of his control and he sobs when he feels the pleasure and the disgrace roll over him. “There you go,” the head witch is cooing. “Such a good little whore—” She cuts off with a choked gurgle and Dean feels warmth splash over his chest and face. He’s smelling the scent of blood and he blinks his eyes open to see the woman above him with a gaping hole in her chest, her mouth and eyes open wide in shock. She clutches at her chest like somehow that will help hold in her insides before she shudders, gurgles, and collapses on top of him. He stares at her eyes as the light slowly slides out of them, unable to focus on anything else but somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s registering the gunshots and the screaming. He just can’t do anything about it.
The witch’s corpse is suddenly ripped off him and dumped to the side and then Dad is there, shouting something at Dean that Dean’s not completely comprehending. He just knows that it’s Dad, that Dad came for him and Dean’s blinking back tears and just wanting to curl up in his dad’s arms and have the world disappear. Dad always makes everything all right. He always does.
There’s a stinging slap to Dean’s cheek and the world comes back into focus, Dad’s words ringing loud and clear. “—all right? Are you all right, Dean? Dean!” Dean jerks a hasty nod, not trusting himself to speak and his dad closes his eyes for a brief moment as he breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you…” Dad whispers and Dean’s not quite sure who he’s talking to. Then the cuffs are being unlocked and Dean immediately does what he’s been trying to do since he found himself here and curls himself into a ball. “It’s okay,” Dad’s saying, pulling Dean into a hug and rocking him. “It’s okay…”
Dean allows himself the moment of weakness, just soaking up his father’s strength before he nods and pushes his dad away. Dad regards him somberly, no doubt still looking for any signs of injury and Dean forces himself to crack a small smile. “Thought I was a goner,” he jokes quietly, not really feeling it but trying to put forth the effort anyway. It sounds a little hollow even to him but Dad forces a smile right back.
“Can you walk?” he asks and Dean nods.
Hell yeah. To get out of here, out of this room and away from the glaring evidence of his complete and utter failure, Dean could walk to Hell and back. He shudders, though, and wraps his arms around himself, hating himself for his moment of weakness. There’s a blanket being wrapped around him and Dean’s absurdly grateful for it, curling it around himself like he’s five again.
He might as well be five, though. They took him down that easily. He didn’t even have a chance to fend them off. Couldn’t. He’d been too damned weak. He hadn’t even been able to fight off his own orgasm, let alone a group of women he should have been able to take in a fight.
Dad’s arm wraps protectively around Dean’s shoulders and Dean leans into him just this once because he knows that his legs want to give out. It kills him to disappoint Dad this way, but Dean’ll have to be his strong soldier later. Right now, he’s just doing good placing one foot in front of the other.
Author:
dragonspellSeries: Supernatural
Pairing: OFCxDean
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Pre-series. Non-con
Summary: Dean chained to a mattress surrounded by a coven of demon-worshiping witches.
Word Count: 1960
Due to an extremely unfortunate and just plain stupid set of events, Dean’s currently chained down to a dirty mattress in a musty basement. Oh, did he mention he's naked and gagged like some kind of sick sacrifice? Or, better yet, a freaking pig about to slaughtered and spit-roasted. Yeah, not good. So not fucking good. There’s random stains on the mattress that Dean really doesn’t want to think about and a spring is poking him about mid-back. He pulls on the chains as he glances around the dark cement room, looking for a possible escape because he has no fucking clue how he’s going to get out of this one. His only hope is that his father connects the pieces that had Dean missed.
He yells futilely into the gag which tastes like sweat and a few other things Dean’s not thinking about and he just gets laughed at for his trouble. Fucking bitches, he thinks furiously. Witches. So freaking skeevy.
See, he’s tied up buck naked and he’s also being straddled by a woman just as naked as he is. She even might have been kind of hot, with her long blonde hair, tight body and full breasts if Dean didn’t know beyond a shadow of a doubt that she's a witch. Unfortunately, though, that’s exactly what she is and because of that, Dean didn’t want her rotting, demon-worshipping pussy anywhere near him. Right now, though, it’s uncomfortably close to his dick even if said dick is putting up a valiant effort to crawl back into his body.
Her coven is just standing around and watching like the skeevy bitches they are, egging on their leader as she gets set to ride him like a damn pony. Fuck!
It doesn’t help that he knows that they want his sperm for their freaky little black magic ritual. They’d already explained that one in lurid detail, just to watch him squirm and scream. He shouts again, arching as he tries his damnedest to buck the bitch off. She just laughs and rakes her nails down his chest. Dean hisses in pain and she smiles.
“Oh, I think we’ve got ourselves a good one, don’t we? What a good little hunter. So full of, mmm,” she sucks a finger into her mouth and grins down at him, “virility.” Dean wants to tell her where she can stick her ideas about his ‘virility’ but all that comes out is a few muffled shouts. “I think I’m going to enjoy this, Dean…” Her sisters echo her and Dean glances around at them as they watch him hungrily. He’s feeling the smallest beginnings of fear starting to uncurl in his chest.
So fucking stupid of him. He’d fallen so damn easy into their trap, lured here by the bitch currently sitting astride him because it hadn’t even occurred to him that it just might be the preacher’s daughter. That cliché was only supposed to happen in bad horror movies, damn it!
She rubs her wet cunt against his chest and Dean tries his best to cringe away from it but it’s not like he has anywhere to go. She just laughs again and reaches behind her to grab his soft cock. “That’s it, Dean,” she mocks, “fight me!” She throws back her head and laughs, long and loud, echoed by the rest of the coven and Dean’s feeling his hair starting to stand on end. “You’re completely helpless. There’s nothing you can do. How does that make you feel, Dean? You’re not a big bad hunter, you’re just a scared little boy. A scared, scared little boy and there’s no one to save you. Do you want your mommy yet?” With an evil grin, she leans down close to Dean’s face, running her tongue over his cheek. “Do you want me to be your mommy?” she asks. “You certainly wanted to suck on my tits before…”
Bitch, Dean growls at her but it comes out as just another shout and he twists, straining uselessly against the chains.
“At least you’re pretty,” she says, running a finger down his face. “Not too smart, but at least you have that.” She strokes his cock and to his horror, it’s starting to fill. Oh fuck no! No! “It’s okay, Dean. We don’t need you to be smart. We just need your body for a little while. You don’t mind, do you?” She runs a free hand over his left shoulder and down his bicep. “It’s so nice, why don’t you share?”
Dean glares at her even as she strokes him to hardness. She just keeps laughing at him. “You can’t even defend yourself. Not much of a man, are you? Let alone a hunter. Just a little…bitch.” Dean flinches at her words because no, he can’t free himself and yeah, he walked right into this. So damn stupid! She’s right, goddamn her, she’s right.
Her fingernails scrape over his nipple and he hisses and jerks away. Delighted with his reaction, she does it again. “You’re getting so hard, Dean. Your body wants this even if you don’t. How does that make you feel? You’re screaming no but it’s going to happen anyway…” She grins as rises up on her knees, positioning herself above his cock and he yells at her, jerking his hips to the side but it’s completely useless as she slides herself down on him.
He closes his eyes, wanting to pretend this isn’t happening, that he’s not here, but she’s hot and warm around his dick and it apparently doesn’t matter that he knows how evil she is. She laughs, bouncing on him. “Mmm, you want this so much, don’t you? Yeah, you’re so hard inside me!”
Hands are touching his body, sliding over his skin and it takes Dean a few moments to realize that there’s more than just two. His eyes snap open and he realizes that the entire coven has stepped forward towards the mattress, stroking him and the bitch that’s riding him. Some are chanting under their breath and Dean screams helplessly, unable to do much more. Fingernails rake down his arms, over his sides. Hands pry apart his thighs even as he tries his best to close them from their spread-eagle position, and he’s forced obscenely wider. Rough fingers grips his balls, tugging and scratching and Dean grunts in pain, trying to curl up on himself. There’s nowhere for him to go, though, nowhere he can escape to. He’s stuck here, bound and gagged for their amusement and probably going to die after they’re done with him.
It’s then that he feels something blunt and slick pushes at his ass. His eyes go wide as he struggles futilely, jerking at the chains, trying to go up or to the side, anywhere but where he is. No! he’s yelling at them but it’s just one long vowel sound.
“Just like a bitch, Dean,” the blonde purrs at him and he stares at her and her arm that stretched backwards, forcing the object into him. “Just like a bitch.” She shoves it all the way in and Dean screams in pain as he feels something rip inside him, the dildo tearing him up inside. She laughs again, fucking the thing out of him, grin getting bigger as Dean writhes in pain beneath her.
Fuck it hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Dean can’t focus on anything else but the pain in his ass and the bitch riding his cock and he’s blinking away tears because he’s not going to cry, damn it. That would just be fucking useless and exactly what the cunt on top of him wants. Like fuck he’ll give her that satisfaction.
Despite the pain and the blood, though, she’s pressing the dildo inside him up and against his prostate and it’s sending shivers up and down his spine. Combined with the way she’s riding him, he’s feeling his balls start to tighten and he fights it tooth and nail. No fucking way! No, no, no! Helplessness and shame are intertwining inside of him because he should be able to fight this off. He should!
He twists his body trying to stop his orgasm from happening but it’s out of his control and he sobs when he feels the pleasure and the disgrace roll over him. “There you go,” the head witch is cooing. “Such a good little whore—” She cuts off with a choked gurgle and Dean feels warmth splash over his chest and face. He’s smelling the scent of blood and he blinks his eyes open to see the woman above him with a gaping hole in her chest, her mouth and eyes open wide in shock. She clutches at her chest like somehow that will help hold in her insides before she shudders, gurgles, and collapses on top of him. He stares at her eyes as the light slowly slides out of them, unable to focus on anything else but somewhere in the back of his mind, he’s registering the gunshots and the screaming. He just can’t do anything about it.
The witch’s corpse is suddenly ripped off him and dumped to the side and then Dad is there, shouting something at Dean that Dean’s not completely comprehending. He just knows that it’s Dad, that Dad came for him and Dean’s blinking back tears and just wanting to curl up in his dad’s arms and have the world disappear. Dad always makes everything all right. He always does.
There’s a stinging slap to Dean’s cheek and the world comes back into focus, Dad’s words ringing loud and clear. “—all right? Are you all right, Dean? Dean!” Dean jerks a hasty nod, not trusting himself to speak and his dad closes his eyes for a brief moment as he breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you…” Dad whispers and Dean’s not quite sure who he’s talking to. Then the cuffs are being unlocked and Dean immediately does what he’s been trying to do since he found himself here and curls himself into a ball. “It’s okay,” Dad’s saying, pulling Dean into a hug and rocking him. “It’s okay…”
Dean allows himself the moment of weakness, just soaking up his father’s strength before he nods and pushes his dad away. Dad regards him somberly, no doubt still looking for any signs of injury and Dean forces himself to crack a small smile. “Thought I was a goner,” he jokes quietly, not really feeling it but trying to put forth the effort anyway. It sounds a little hollow even to him but Dad forces a smile right back.
“Can you walk?” he asks and Dean nods.
Hell yeah. To get out of here, out of this room and away from the glaring evidence of his complete and utter failure, Dean could walk to Hell and back. He shudders, though, and wraps his arms around himself, hating himself for his moment of weakness. There’s a blanket being wrapped around him and Dean’s absurdly grateful for it, curling it around himself like he’s five again.
He might as well be five, though. They took him down that easily. He didn’t even have a chance to fend them off. Couldn’t. He’d been too damned weak. He hadn’t even been able to fight off his own orgasm, let alone a group of women he should have been able to take in a fight.
Dad’s arm wraps protectively around Dean’s shoulders and Dean leans into him just this once because he knows that his legs want to give out. It kills him to disappoint Dad this way, but Dean’ll have to be his strong soldier later. Right now, he’s just doing good placing one foot in front of the other.