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justinedelarge) wrote2013-04-29 03:40 pm
Sure Got a Dirty Mouth Chapter 49: Demons Did a Bad Bad Thing
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justinedelargeFandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Dean
Rating: R
Warning: Wincest
Word Count: 2365
Disclaimer: I don't own what I don't own.But I do own what I do own, such as my original characters.
Summary: Azazel learns some very interesting news about Sam. And he shares his newest toy with the messenger that brought the news to him.
Author's Note: Ok, I’m warning you. This chapter is full of ick. Warnings for all sorts of things that may upset people. I can’t list some because they will be spoilers, but if you have any issues with disturbing sexual behavior including hatefucking, consider yourself forewarned. The ick is meant to show a contrast between Sam and Dean’s loving but uninhibited sex, and, well, what you might expect from a high-level demon. Demons aren’t nice. They are evil. And they act like it.
“Come on in. Sit a spell.” Azazel opened the front door wider and motioned to the white-haired man to come in. A fire blazed in the large brick fireplace in the living room. No electric lights were on anywhere in the house. Other than the fireplace, all the light came from candles and oil lamps.
“Nice.” The white-haired man nodded in appreciation of the flickering flames
“Reminds ya of home a little. Doesn’t it?” Azazel grinned.
“Actually, it does,” the other demon said affably.
“Drink?”
“Please.”
Azazel poured a generous amount of Scotch into a tumbler and handed it to him. Azazel filled his pint glass nearly to the brim. He drank half of it in one long swallow. “I love alcohol. Makes the meat suit all tingly.” He walked deeper into the living room and sat down on the couch. “Hey, you don’t mind if I…” He gestured toward the naked blonde girl, barely 18 years old, kneeling in a submissive posture on the carpet. Her skin was marked with fingertip-shaped bruises on her hips, thin red welts on her ass and thighs, and a pair of nipple clamps bit into her flesh cruelly.
“Make yourself at home,” the other demon said.
Azazel unzipped himself and pulled his cock out. “Come on. Show my friend what a good little cock slut you are. Choke on it.”
The blonde crawled forward, hair swaying in her face.
“New whore?” The demon sipped his Scotch.
Azazel hissed with pleasure as she closed her mouth over him and sank down. “I found her at a Catholic school.” He stroked her hair in a parody of fondness. “She’s a preacher’s daughter. VERY devout.” He gripped her hair hard suddenly, forcing her head down all the way. “What part of ‘choke on it’ don’t you understand?” She brought her hands behind her back and held them there, submitting to him, gagging and choking on his cock, eyes tearing up. “That’s a good little whore. Just…like…that.” He held her down until she was spasming despite herself, desperate for air, and then pulled her up so she could suck in a shuddering breath.
He turned his attention back to the demon. “I’ve been training her up. Real nice. She started off a pretty pink virgin, on her knees for the Holy Father. And now she spreads her sticky little cunt for anyone I tell her to service.” The blonde moaned, and started sucking on his cock again.
“Hmm.” The demon looked impressed. “Looks like she likes it.”
Azazel grinned, his teeth a faint yellow in the flicker of the flames. “Loves it. Gang bangs in the adult theatre are her personal favorite.” His voice dropped to a low purr. “All those strangers. Using her. Again. And again. Just a filthy little fuckhole, drip drip dripping with come.” The girl moaned louder, looking up at Azazel, fingers moving between her legs. “Oh yes. She loves it. She comes screaming.” He leaned over toward the demon, as if to impart secret wisdom. “See, any low-rent demon can make the monkeys do every filthy fucking thing there is. But the real triumph? Making them love doing every filthy fucking thing there is, despite themselves.” He stroked the girl’s hair. “And the more innocent they are, the more delicious their degradation.”
He held up one finger. “Excuse me for just a moment.” He wrapped one hand in her hair, fucking her head down on his cock hard and deep, and pulled on the chain connecting her nipple clamps with the other hand. “Here you go, you little come slut. Swallow every fucking drop or I’ll make you take both fists.” She cried out in pain, and the vibration on his cock sent him over the edge, spurting into her mouth.
She swallowed and swallowed again. He let go of the chain and tipped her face up, turning it from side to side. “You swallowed it all.” His mouth curled up. “What a shame.” He removed the nipple clamps one at a time, and she cried out as each one was released and the blood flowed back. He slapped her face lightly. “Go upstairs. Get out the new toy. The big one. Work the whole thing in your ass. When it’s all up inside, come back downstairs and show me.” He glanced at the demon. “You want to stick around? I’d love to put my whore through her paces for you.”
The demon finished his drink. “I was going to grab a pizza, but you know… this is better.”
The girl pressed her cheek to the back of Azazel’s hand gratefully. “Good girl. Now go do as I say.” She rose to her feet and padded upstairs.
Azazel tucked himself back into his pants. “I cannot WAIT for Christmas morning,” he chortled. “I have the best Christmas present in store for her.”
The other demon raised his eyebrows curiously.
“I’ve got dear old Daddy all tied up in the basement.” Azazel grinned. “Just wait until he sees what I’ve made out of his precious baby girl.” He took another swig of Scotch. “I was going to wear him and rape her while he screamed inside his own meat suit, but she went full whore for me so damn fast, I had a better idea. Now she’ll fuck whoever—and whatever--I tell her to, because I revealed to her what she really is. A filthy little cockslut that needs to be fucked rough and dirty in order to come. Oh yeah…she’ll climb right up on Daddy’s lap for me. Daddy is going to watch his whore child squirm on his dick, begging for permission to come on the cock that made her. And he’s going to come harder than he has in his entire sad, meaningless existence.”
The demon shook his head in awe. “I have to salute you. That’s fucking twisted.”
Azazel preened under the praise. “Oh, it gets better. I’ve got cameras all set up down there. I’m going to send copies to everyone in his church. I figure he’ll eat a bullet before New Year’s Day. Maybe her too.”
“Two more damned souls for the cause?”
“Every little bit helps.”
The other demon paused. “You said…whatever?”
Azazel leaned back on the couch. “Pretty little preacher’s daughter just looooves doggies.”
The demon laughed. “I’d tip my hat to you, if I was wearing a hat.”
Azazel nodded. “Anywhoo. Enough social pleasantries. You have news of Sam Winchester?”
The demon set down his glass. “Yes. He and his brother left the protected place. I followed them to a restaurant.”
“Did Sam look well?” Azazel’s voice was pleasant.
“Yes sir. He seems to have healed up nicely.”
“Good appetite?”
“Yes. The Winchesters ate rather a lot of pie.” The demon described the large table full of every type of pie they made.
“Nice. A little gluttony. Very good. We have to encourage Sam to sate all of his appetites.”
“Speaking of…” The demon told Azazel about Sam kissing Dean in the restaurant, about how Dean kissed him long and slow in the car.
Azazel’s jaw fell open. Then the corners of his mouth curled up. Then he began to laugh. The laugh turned into a roaring fit of hilarity that lasted several minutes and left him curled on his side on the couch, tears oozing from his eyes. “Oh… that’s the best. The fucking all-time BEST.” He wheezed, helpless with laughter. “Papa Winchester’s boys. Choking each other’s chickens.” He giggled, doubling over clutching his stomach. “Oh, it hurts. Christ on a stick, it hurts so good…” He finally recovered, wiping his streaming eyes. “Incest is just my favorite.” He picked up the bottle of Scotch and refilled the demon’s glass, and poured the remainder into his own. “This is just going to make my plan go sooooo much easier. So…a toast.”
They clinked glasses and drank.
“Sir? If it’s not presumptuous to ask…what’s so special about Sam Winchester?”
Azazel cocked his head to the side.
“I mean, you have so many other candidates. And a monkey is a monkey is a monkey. So why is this monkey your favorite?”
Azazel snorted. “See, this is why I make the big bucks and you fetch my lattes. One monkey is not the same as another. The Plan is a thing of fucking beauty. The stench of it is going to reach all the way to wherever God has gone into hiding, and he’ll be powerless to ignore it. Or stop it. But he’ll have to see it. He’ll have to suffer. Whoever of the Special Children wins won’t just be the leader of the demon army. He has an extraordinarily special purpose to fulfill. For Lucifer himself. And Sam Winchester isn’t just any monkey. Sam Winchester has the purest heart of any human I have ever found. And if I can corrupt the purest heart and turn him to serve Lucifer’s will…” Azazel took another swallow of Scotch and held up his glass. “Now THAT is victory.”
The demon dropped his head. “I see. My most sincere apologies. I didn’t understand.”
“Well, now you do. So, here’s what I want.” Azazel couldn’t repress a chortle. “Fucking incest. I can’t believe little Sammy is going to do half the work for me. Ok, we need to encourage our Samuel to be with Dean as often as possible. I want him on his knees corrupting his pure little heart for me, one delicious slurp of brother-come after another.”
Azazel stood and paced in front of the fire. “Tell the team to do whatever they can to encourage them to be with each other. We want them to really enjoy being runaways. Keep them from going back with Papa, or that in-bred redneck they call an uncle. We want Sam to indulge in all his dark urges. Brother fucking. Eating whatever he wants. Drinking. Letting his rage grow. Get him started with the old ultra-violence. So… whenever they need a break from being balls deep in each other and come out of their little safe haven, think up with some good ways to let Sam stretch his legs. Set him up to get angry, and give him the warm body to take it out on.” Azazel leaned against the mantle, eyes flashing yellow. “It’s time my boy started learning how good it feels to cause pain.”
Both heads turned at the sound of bare feet slapping delicately on the hardwood floor, as the blonde made her way awkwardly down the hallway to the living room.
“There’s my girl,” Azazel called out cheerily. “Come here and show us what a good little whore is allll about.” The girl entered and knelt in the middle of the room. Azazel circled around her and kicked her knees farther apart. “Wider.” She stretched her legs as far apart as she could. “Show us.” She bent forward, putting her shoulder on the carpet, and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Her sphincter was stretched around a massive pink dildo as thick as her arm.
“Ooh. That’s nice.” The demon tilted his head to get a better view. “I’m actually impressed she could get that entire thing up there.”
Azazel circled around again and stood in front of her. “Now, where are your manners?”
She blinked her bright blue eyes at him, confused.
“Have you forgotten how you greet all your new friends?”
She dropped to her knees and crawled to the white-haired man, moving behind him, keeping the giant dildo inside her. She sat up and unbuckled his pants, then tugged them and his underwear down to his ankles. Putting both hands on his buttocks, she spread them apart, revealing his pink hole, and licked it with a broad, flat stroke of her tongue. She moaned.
“Yeah. That tastes good. Doesn’t it?” Azazel’s smile was dark.
She licked his asshole again, swirling her tongue in a circle, probing deeper.
Azazel threw his arm casually around the white-haired demon, facing away from him, and looked down at the girl. “That’s it. Get your tongue in there nice and deep. Say hello like a good little fucktoy.”
The next several hours passed in a fire-licked frenzy of debauchery. The girl was passed back and forth like a pink, squealing piece of meat, a willing participant in indulging her most base desires and sating their depravity. Azazel held her up, bouncing her on his cock, while the other demon worked the massive toy in her ass at a punishing pace. “What’s my name?” he purred. “Sir.” “And what’s your name?” He licked the salt off her neck. “Whore,” she groaned.
They threw her to the carpet and double penetrated her, fucking her roughly, the thin membrane of flesh between their cocks stretched even thinner, a demon mouth at each ear muttering a stream of filth, all degrading language and cruel promises of further indignities. Impaled and helpless, wracked with equal parts pleasure and pain, she came screaming and sobbing, over and over.
They used every orifice to satisfy their lust. Their erections never flagged no matter how many times they came, gasping and shaking. Azazel even made a point of jamming his cock up the other demon’s ass without warning, coming violently at his screech of pain, and making her suck out every drop of his come, laughing as she did so.
Finally, Azazel peeled himself off her, having come inside her abused throat for the third time, and pulled the other demon off her. “Enough. Have to leave a little left for tomorrow.” He pushed the sweat-soaked hair out of her face. “Tomorrow’s Christmas Day. Right, little one? And I’ve got such a special present for you.”
Post-chapter author's note: Some of the content of this chapter was meant to illustrate the disturbing, unhealthy portrayal of incest many people have, as a way of contrasting it with the loving, consensual, healthy relationship between the Winchester brothers. The other sexual material was intended to show Azazel corrupting innocence to the most extreme end he can, to illustrate what he (non-sexually) has planned for Sam. Things set in motion in this chapter will become critically important for how the rest of the story plays out. I promise you, it's not gratuitous. I will not be writing any further portrayals of this type or tone, in this or any fanfic.
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But also - LOL, those boys sooo don't need any prompting from Azazel to do incesty things as often as humanly possible :) :D (I'm just gonna ignore the evil parts of his plan for now).
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<3
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I'm going to write you the wincest shmoop immediately. I need it too! But I promise, everything in this chapter was required for how the story coalesces and moves toward the ending. Showing how Wincest isn't that icky incest is going to be absolutely key to the end game. The other sexual material was intended to show Azazel corrupting innocence to the most extreme end he can, to illustrate what he (non-sexually) has planned for Sam. Because people often asked, what's so special about Sam? I asked it in this story. And this chapter gives the answer. It really did make me uncomfortable to write this, and I've been dreading it for months. But it's not gratuitous.
I will not be writing any further portrayals of this type or tone, in this or any fanfic.
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Thank you
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Ok so I'm about to upload a new update that will clear the bad taste out of your mouth.
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I appreciate you showing the demons' methods and lines of thinking here, and I think it is an intriguing counterpoint to the loving and pure incest of the Sam/Dean variety. So even though the whole display was awful, I can definitely see why it would be important to show.
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And if we're all going to be very honest, consensual sex between siblings is probably fairly common. The idea doesn't launch my rocket, but hey.
Anyway, I just wanted to juxtapose those two things to show how loving and "right" Wincest actually is.
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Either way, the way society and we all look at it is gonna make it seem bad and I was glad you broached the subject as more than Sam or Dean saying 'no our love is wrong' because it isn't, it can't be- it's still love.
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Thank you
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It's always interesting to me when the incest taboo is brought up as both a universal (which it is not) and a clearly defined term (also not). It's not even a universal legal issue, as every state has different laws in place. I've seen your discussions on tumblr now, and I think I get the dividing line you're demonstrating here.
Have you ever read Jack Ketchum? He has a collection of short stories called Peaceable Kingdom and he kind of uses this same approach between two different stories.
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It clearly paints a picture of light/dark between SamnDean vs demons and what evil thinks.
Love is an amazing thing.
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They also don't understand the meaning of love, which is the driving force behind Sam and Dean's relationship. Sam and Dean's relationship is not gratuitous or evil. Azazel could never comprehend a love like they have. JMO.
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That was just horrifying but really made me laugh!
Personally, I'm not opposed to the dirtybadwrong in fiction (as long as appropriate warnings are observed), there's not much I won't read (except het or RPF but even then I've dabbled) and lot of the stuff that comes out of my head when I'm writing scares the bejebus out of me but you even managed to make me feel uncomfortable using the idea that the girl liked it. Just awful.
This is a compliment btw! This is a really good scene. I'm now profoundly worried about the boys : ( x
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Sorry it made you feel awful! This chapter serves several important purposes (as you already know): It shows that the demons are really evil. Like, not just kind of attractive men that are bad boys, as we usually see on the show, but EVIL. And two, to show an example of actual perversion, and then follow it with what Sam and Dean have, to illustrate how it is the opposite of perverse.
Anyway, I'm glad you understood the scene for what it was, and thank you for the compliment.
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I read a lot on LJ and AO3 and it's super refreshing when I find stuff that's a little left field or takes me out of my comfort zone and that doesn't happen very often!
Besides, the point of this scene (kind of?) is to shock the reader a bit, make them feel uncomfortable so the fact you did that to me is a) awesome as it does all the things you want it to in terms of narrative, b) really is a credit to you that you covered a whole skyscrapers worth of levels of squick, and most importantly c) means I'm not so inured to this stuff that I'm dead inside...Yay!
Please don't worry or say sorry for writing something so well. You warned the crap out of this so...Caveat Lector x