Supernatural: Length of Chain (21/22)

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Author Name: Patriciatepes (Patricia de Lioncourt @ fanfiction.net )
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Jo, Castiel, Crowley, with an assortment of others in minor roles
Pairing: Castiel/Jo/Crowley triangle; with Jo/Crowley not being remotely romantic
Chapter Links: Prev | Next
Warnings: (For complete, whole story) Torture, swearing, blood play, knife play, sex, noncon, dubcon, fighting, monster death, character death
Summary: SPN Season 6. Jo Harvelle remembered dying, a hellhound at the cause. Imagine her surprise when she wakes up, a cursed necklace about her neck that binds her to the service of the current King of Hell, Crowley. When Castiel appears, she's sure that she's saved… only to learn the truth. Now, bound by a beautiful, cursed antique, Jo must do as Crowley orders, hunting for the answers to accessing Purgatory… or else.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any related characters. They belong to Kripke. No money made here. Art by the awesome casper_san.
Author's Notes: Written for the spn_hardcore_bb. And also for the hc_bingo wild card square, using torture. OMG, I so didn't expect this story to be as long as it turned out to be. Just a quick note on the rating: yes, there are some scenes that definitely require that rating. Granted, there are also several scenes that are of a much softer nature. A nice balance I would say. Also, huge thanks to my awesome friend and beta Kimmi! And to twisted_slinky for cheering me on as I outlined and helping bounce the many issues I encountered off her. Also, that thanks extends to my artist, casper_san, who was just super awesome. I know she was just as busy as I was trying to do other challenges while doing my art, so yes, huge thanks! Drop by her art masterpost and give it some love! Hope you enjoy!

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Chapter Twenty-One

Jo groaned pleasantly, her eyes fluttering open. She was in bed, fully dressed—sans socks and shoes—and under the covers in Crowley's manor. She stretched, a smile spreading across her face. It was good to know that for all that Castiel didn't know about human relations that he still understood how to be a gentleman in such a situation. She crawled out of bed, digging some fresh clothes out of the dresser, and headed for the shower. Her relaxation lasted until the end of the hot shower, right up until the moment she wiped off the steamy mirror to dry her hair and caught sight of the heart necklace. Then, in a flash, it came crashing down on her.

Eve was dead. The alphas were of no more use. For all intents and purposes, Crowley didn't need Jo anymore. Well, there was always the fact that the Winchesters knew of his faked death now… but something told her that he was beyond using her over Sam and Dean's heads. Shaking her head, she plugged in the hair dryer and finished getting dried and dressed.

As if her wondering had pierced some sort of psychic level of existence, she emerged to find Crowley sitting on the edge of the bed facing the door of the bathroom. He had a grin on his face that made her skin crawl, but she tried to play it off. She crossed her arms, arching a brow at the King of Hell.

"What are you doing here?" she asked.

"You mean, what am I doing at my home?" he replied.

Jo growled softly. "You know exactly what I mean."

"Ah," Crowley said, sliding off the bed to his feet. "You mean, what am I doing here, talking to you. Well, I've just come to have a little chat about your current status in my eyes. As you can probably guess… you're useless to me now. Eve is dead and gone, and Castiel, not but a handful of hours ago, informed me that there is, indeed, a living former-Purgatory resident alive and well on this plane of existence. He's gone to look for her location now, which means that I really do have no need of you now."

A living Purgatory resident? Jo bit her lip. Castiel had left her here in the room in order to continue his hunt for access to that place? She wasn't one to be too easily offended by anything—after all, all the hunters she had ever slept with had pretty much just used her to get off. But Castiel? He was supposed to be different. He was an angel, for God's sake.

Crowley eyed her carefully, watching for any sort of twitch that might indicate her discomfort with this knowledge. But Jo only sighed.

"That's not true. The part about me being useless to you. If it was true, I'd be dead already."

She knew it was the truth, but a part of her wondered whether it was still just a bluff. However, the demon chuckled, nodding once.

"You've got me there, darling. Actually, I did lie to you just then. I found a new purpose for you to remain in my service: insurance."

Jo's gaze narrowed as the demon stalked closer to her.

"What are you talking about, Crowley?"

He lifted a single finger, tilting it forward until he lightly tapped on the heart pendant of her necklace.

"I saw what you were doing last night. Or rather, who. I saw you with our mutual angel friend," he said.

Jo paled. Her stomach twisted and turned, and she felt a little sick. She wrapped her arms about her midsection as her mouth contorted, trying to work past the disgust she felt to form words. She hated the first question that flew to her mind, but it felt important to her somehow. As it was, it was also the first question she allowed to escape her mouth.

"Did you… watch?" she asked, breathless.

Crowley's green eyes twinkled. "Yes, I did catch most of the show. I only missed the previews."

"You're sick," she spat.

In a flash, his demeanor changed. He closed the distance between the two of them, trapping her up against the wall beside the bathroom door. He growled at her, pinning her between his two arms as he leaned in to menace at her.

"No, my pet, you're the one who's sick, mentally, if you think cozying up to that angel will save you. If you think that becoming his little whore will save you from me!"

Jo pressed her back up against the wall as hard as possible, but she refused to look away from the King of Hell. She leaned her neck forward, leaving only a few inches between her face and his.

"Then kill me," she whispered. "If you have no real use for me, and if you're sure that Castiel won't try to save me, then do it. There's nothing stopping you. And I know that's been your plan all along. Use me until you're done, and then kill me and send me careening into Hell because of this stupid necklace. You've never had any intention of releasing me from it."

He shrugged. "You have a point there, lovely. But you see, thing is, I don't trust that angel. Yes, sure, he's an angel. But he seems a bit more… enterprising as of late. So with your renewed purpose in mind, plus the fact that I've had just so much fun torturing you over these past few months, I've revised my plan. I'm nothing if not adaptable."

Jo shook her head. "I'll kill myself before I let you use me against Castiel."

"I'd just bring you back. Again and again and again."

Crying out in frustration, Jo kicked out at the demon, catching his need and causing him to fall back a few paces. She threw a right hook, and he ducked it. She tried to take advantage of this brief blind spot on his part to run, her eyes locked on the closed door of her bedroom. But his arms wrapped about her waist, and he flung her over onto the bed. In a blink, he straddled her, his hands pressed down on her collarbone. She kicked and struggled, and he only laughed down at her.

"It's time for your final lesson, Joanna. The one you've been too thick these past months to catch on to. You're mine. Mine to control, mine to use. I'm going to make you understand this," Crowley said, running one his hands up to grasp her about the throat. "I'll make you learn this in a way that only a girl like you would understand."

With that, he leaned forward, forcing his mouth against hers. Jo clamped her lips shut, but he pried his tongue in, forcing them open. He invaded her mouth, exploring it at his leisure while she screamed in protest. She tried to buck him off of her, but he was heavy. Her hands, being unrestricted, flew up, trying to claw him into giving up. Finally, he pulled back and sighed.

"There's only two choices here for you," he said, snapping his fingers.

The pain of the necklace overtook her, and she tried to keep it contained. She tried to take it, knowing that it would be better than what Crowley was trying to do. The fire filled her, digging its way down to her very core. She bit her lip so hard that she felt her teeth break through the tender flesh, all in an attempt not to scream.

"Beg me to stop the necklace," Crowley whispered, placing his lips right next to her ear. "Tell me you can't take it, and I'll give you something much more pleasant instead."

She was at the point of suffocating again, and his weight atop her was not helping. She tried to breathe in, and she was sure that her lungs were going through the motions. But still, they burned, and she could feel the screams she was trying to contain beginning to leak out in high-pitched whines.

"Ooh, I like that noise best of all, I think," Crowley chuckled. "Beg me, Joanna. You know I like that too."

She could do this. She kept telling herself that. She could take the pain over anything else. She wouldn't give Crowley the satisfaction of knowing that the rape—the perversion of her body—would be the easier option. But after what felt like an eternity, she could feel tears streaming from her eyes. She gasped, sobbing.

"Please, please stop," she cried. "I can't take it. Please!"

"That's a good girl," Crowley said, stopping the necklace.

He gave her a moment to catch her breath, to swallow down the sobs. Then, as her head lolled back around to gazing up at him, he smiled.

"If you don't want the necklace again, don't close your eyes. I won't have you thinking of him while I fuck you," he said, leaning forward once more.

He bent over her, his teeth catching her neck as she gasped. She placed the heels of her hands against his shoulders, trying her best not to push—because she knew that would get her the necklace again too. The result of which looked as if he was something slimy and icky that she didn't want to touch, but had to for some reason.

He began to tear at her clothing, stripping off each piece with little regard to the way the fabric burned as it was pulled from her body. His lips were covering her now, her neck, her lips, her chest. He lowered himself on her, taking on of her breast into his mouth and sucking at her nipple. Jo made a noise between a whine and a groan, and he laughed. His hands were just as relentless as his mouth, kneading her other breast and running the length of her body. Her flesh prickled unpleasantly, and all she wanted to do was be somewhere else. Her eyes closed, for just a moment, and suddenly, she felt his hand on her neck, making the chain dig into her flesh.

"I told you not to close your eyes," he said.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

He grinned. He began to undress himself, and it seemed to take only a second before his clothing joined hers on the floor. His erect member dug into her thigh as he continued to cover her with bites and kisses, his hands grabbing and touching wherever they pleased.

"Stop," she murmured. "Please."

He moved down her body, and she could feel the head of his manhood at her entrance. He grinned as he wetted two of his fingers, bringing them down to press gently at her folds. She squirmed, moaning and trying to scurry away. But one hand held her down against the mattress as he shoved the fingers deep inside of her. She screamed at the invasion, and that seemed to spur the demon on. He thrust them deep inside, not caring for his strength or how her body ached the faster he moved.

Her body, meanwhile, seemed to be betraying her. She could feel that familiar heat rising within her, the one not associated with the necklace, and fresh tears rolled down. Crowley laughed at her again.

"Relax, or this will just continue to hurt," he murmured, going faster and faster with his hand.

He was trying to make her come… make her enjoy it. She gritted her teeth, forcing her mind elsewhere. Careful to keep her eyes open, she still found her thoughts drifting to Castiel. She thought of the night before and how gentle, caring, and wonderful this same act had been with him. Crowley removed his fingers, and, suddenly, an odd feeling washed over Jo. It was like… like she wasn't alone with this horrible monster. She could almost imagine light fingertips—caring touches—trailing down her body. A blissful smile spread across her lips, and Crowley arched a brow at her.

Her eyes drifted to her right, where she imagined him to be standing. Because she knew Castiel was there with her now. It felt too… right. Too soothing now. Her eyes moved back to Crowley, who seemed to have caught on. He growled, shoving his hardened member inside of her. She gasped, crying out as he thrust in and out of her as hard as he could without actually breaking her. Her whole nether region ached inside and out from the assault, and tears threatened to spill over once more. However, those gentle caresses she had been feeling from invisible hands trailed lower, finding and stopping over that precious bundle of nerves at the top of her folds. She moaned and arched her back, meeting not Crowley's thrusts, but Castiel's well-placed hand. Growling, Crowley pounded into her, his own eyes drifting to the right. He flashed the wall—or so it would seem to any other observer—a wicked grin as he continued to fuck Jo as hard as possible.

Heat pooled as Jo felt Castiel's hand gaining speed. She was close to finishing, and it was almost like she couldn't even feel Crowley anymore. Like it was just her and Cas again in that chilly cell in the prison. She came with a cry, forcing her hands to wrap around the sheets of the bed rather than Crowley. And, for good measure, she locked eyes with the demon… and cried Castiel's name.

Crowley's pounding gained a renewed force as he leaned over her, whispering, "Yell his name all you want… I'm the one who's about to come inside of you."

He moaned as he wound a hand in her hair, and if his tightening member was any indication, he wasn't lying about how close he was. Jo flashed him a cruel grin.

"Do whatever you want to me," she snapped. "But your number's almost up. Sam and Dean have defeated every monster they've faced. And Castiel helped them avert the Apocalypse. It's only a matter of time before they gank your ass too."

Crowley growled, wrapping a hand about her throat as he thrust on and on inside of her. Her vision was growing fuzzy around the edges as he began to restrict her breathing. She clawed at his hand, but he ignored her, his eyes sliding closed. Moments later, when Jo's grip on his arm was beginning to slack, Crowley cried out, finishing inside of her. He let go of her throat, pulling back. Unable to regain enough oxygen fast enough, Jo began to slip out of consciousness… moaning Castiel's name as she went.