Hold On Tightly

Beta: thehighwaywoman who went above and beyond the call of duty to whip this puppy into shape. Any remaining mistakes are all mine.
Warnings: Non-con, pegging, and bad words.
Disclaimer: I no own. However, if you wanna give ‘em to me…

Notes: Well, Pesti keeps talking about how she wants Dean to be pegged by Bela. I thought it was ‘ew’ because, well, BELA. Then this idea hit me. *facepalm* I feel dirty now.

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Dean woke with his head pounding and his parched mouth tasting like vomit. He tried to rub a hand over his burning eyes to dispel some of the haze that still clung to him but found that his hand wouldn’t move. No, strike that -- it could move, but it was bound above his head.

His breathing slowed as he quickly assessed his situation. He was tied face down on a mattress, wrists and ankles tightly tied, his hands and feet separated, something soft under his hips canting them upward. As he pulled tentatively at his bonds, Dean realized he was naked.

Fuck.

“Look who's awake, hmm? Finally. I had no idea that would work so well on you,” purred a softly accented, feminine voice. Dean had the vague memory of several strong hands carrying him here. Most likely it had been hired muscle paid to do her dirty work, there was no way that Bela would be able to handle him on her own.

Dean’s eyes closed and his head slumped down onto the mattress again. Bela. Just fucking wonderful.

Bela tested the ropes holding him to the bed frame before sitting down beside Dean and placing one hand on the small of his back. Dean stayed silent, staring at the plain headboard; he knew if he just waited the bitch would start talking. She loved the sound of her own voice.

“Aren’t you curious? I’d love to tell you but that would spoil the surprise! You’d hate for that to happen wouldn’t you, poor dear,” Bela cooed at Dean, running her nails ran up and down his spine. Dean flinched away from her nimble fingers, hating the way they scraped against his skin. The thought of anything that she might have planned for him revolted Dean on a primal level.

“I am sorry about this. It’s just business you understand. You had to spoil my job and now my buyer has, shall we say, asked for something else in exchange for the extremely valuable object that you lost for her,” Bela continued, leaning forward slightly to adjust the knot on Dean’s right wrist. Smart of her to be taking no chances that he’d get out of this.

I am so sorry, Dean though he heard her whisper next to his ear. It didn’t sound like Bela and he doubted that his subconscious would sound so… girly. Hallucinating was always a great sign after being unconscious, not at all fucked up, Dean-o. At least his sense of humor was still intact, because this whole situation was almost laughable.

“Once I’m on the plane I’ll call Sam and tell him where you are,” Bela added as she stood and glided out of sight.

Dean jerked his head up and began seeing how he might free himself. He was surprised to see that Bela had done an amazingly good job, making sure he couldn’t reach the ropes at all and that they were knotted snugly around his wrists and ankles. He snarled under his breath and tried to remember how this could have happened. He hadn’t even seen the bitch coming.

At the bar, I snuck the talisman into your pocket. Once you touched it, you were compelled to do her will, the phantom whisperer supplied again.

Dean’s eyes tracked the room, trying to see who was talking to him, but his field of vision was limited. He couldn’t sense anyone else in the room, and usually his instincts were right on the money. Odd that he was so off his game.

“Now darling, I know you aren’t going to like this. I, however, might enjoy it a great deal,” Bela said as she re-entered the room, her voice chiming with laughter. He heard a slight click and whir as a camera began recording. Dean wrenched his head around and tried to see where the camera was but instead was met with the sight of Bela standing next to him.

In her right hand she held a small video camera, the lens trained on him. She wore a short red satin robe, the color garish on her. The top of the robe gaped open to reveal a matching lacy bra.

“What are you doing?” Dean growled.

“I told you, you upset one of my patrons. She has decided to let the matter slide if I do this. Just relax,” Bela told him. As the last words slipped out of her mouth, she let a small silver pendant bump against his shoulder.

Dean’s body instantly went limp.

“Don’t try to get free,” Bela commanded before she pulled the silvery metal away from his skin.

I am so, so sorry.

If only that damn voice would do something useful, like tell Sam where Dean was. Nervousness curled in the pit of Dean’s stomach as he heard the soft slither of Bela’s robe falling to the floor. He glanced over to see part of Bela’s ‘surprise’. It almost looked like a pair of leather panties dyed a deep, rich red, but it was really a harness. Jutting proudly from the front of it was a candy-apple red dildo that had to be at least eight inches long. She walked away then, leaving Dean impotently angry.

“You're simply lovely laid out on my bed as you are now. I almost wish this were a hardship, Dean. That way I won’t want more, but I have the feeling that you’ll be hard to forget. Because this is going to be amazing,” Bela whispered as she crawled onto the bed between his legs. Her hands slipped onto his skin, caressing the back of his legs just below his ass. She was shaking slightly.

Dean wasn’t sure if her tremors were from nerves or anticipation. As for himself, Dean was starting to feel drowsy, knowing it was either an after effect either of the talisman or Bela’s command to relax. He almost didn’t care when he felt cool oil drizzled over his back. Almost. Bela’s slick fingers trailed up and down his ass, making Dean wish he could tense up. Whatever power that small pendant had, it hadn’t been made with a defiant Winchester in mind, as Dean found he could struggle weakly against the ropes.

Sam? The voice made the name a question.

Dean did his best to envision Sammy. If his brother didn’t get here soon, well, then it would be best if he didn’t show up until after Bela was done. Embarrassment burned through Dean, bringing a faint blush to his skin.

Bela’s thin fingers spread the oil around his lower back and over the mounds of his ass, her gentle caresses moving closer and closer to what she wanted. Without warning, one of her fingers slipped into his ass. She whimpered slightly. More oil, another digit. She scissored her fingers experimentally and moaned.

Dean hisses and did his best to squirm away from the Bela’s invading fingers. His vision blurred as he did his best not to gag, it was humiliating enough that Bela was subjecting him to this. The last thing Dean wanted was for her to gain any satisfaction from his responses.

“I cannot believe how hot this is. You look positively scrumptious spread open for me. Dean, darling, if you ever want to repeat this experience, do ring me up,” Bela crooned, her voice husky with lust.

She forced another finger in him. Dean almost wished the phantom voice would whisper in his ear again and take his mind off this. The more he concentrated, the easier it became to fight the command Bela had given him, but any movement he made would only help her right now.

“I shouldn’t have used the talisman earlier. I wish you would struggle. Fight me, try and stop me from violating you,” Bela said, twisting her fingers almost painfully within him. “Should I order you to try and stop this?”

“We’ll fucking kill you,” Dean croaked out, his body trying to tense but still unable to fully disobey the geas that had been laid on him.

“Mmmm. Now there's a thought. What wouldn't I give to have Sam here? He could keep your pretty mouth full. I’d love to watch him fuck your mouth while I fuck your ass.” Bela gasped, obviously enjoying the mental image.

When she pulled her fingers out, Dean wished he could see what was coming. He had a feeling he knew, but the twisted bitch was capable of anything. Still, if he knew would happen next, he could brace himself for it.

More oil dripped down between his ass cheeks, and then something large and blunt pressed against his hole. Bela’s delicate hands spread him open for something hard to spear into him; she made a noise of protest as the dildo slipped to the side instead of penetrating Dean.

She tried again, this time Bela kept one hand on her fake cock, guiding it into the tightness of Dean’s hole. It burned and hurt. Dean twisted and writhed to try to get away from it, as not even the power in the Bela’s cursed necklace could hold him against this.

“Yes, that’s it! Try to escape, Dean. It won't do you any good, I'm afraid. I’m going to fuck you. You’ll be feeling me for days,” Bela purred hoarsely.

The more Dean struggled, the deeper Bela pushed the strap-on into him. Her hands locked onto his hips, her slight nails digging into the muscles there, small points of pain that did nothing to distract him from the ache of her forcing the plastic cock in him. The latex was cold. Dean bit his tongue so he wouldn’t make any noise that might encourage her.

“It’s massive, Dean, I know, but you are going to take it. Is it more man than you’re used to, hmmm? But please, don’t stop fighting me, darling,” Bela crooned. She thrust her hips harshly, forcing more of the dildo into him.

Dean attempted to draw his knees up underneath him to move away from her. He felt like he was being split in half. The burning sensation was getting worse, but he wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of crying out.

“Go to hell, bitch,” he growled.

“Defiant to the end? Or doth the gentleman protest too much? Perhaps you're afraid you’ll end up begging me for more. I could order you to, you know, and you’d have to obey me. I might do that later -- force you to enjoy it.” Bela laughed. She pulled the cock out and slammed it back into Dean as roughly as she could.

I tried to help. I don’t know if it worked, the voice told Dean. He wondered, briefly, if hallucinations were part of the necklace’s power or if this was all him.

“I love seeing you spread beneath me. I almost wish I had a real cock so I could fuck you with it. I can just imagine how you’d look with come leaking out of you, so dirty and debauched. Have you let anyone fuck you before?” Bela asked.

Dean wanted to vomit.

Bela slowed her thrusts, taking her time drawing the phallus out of him before sliding it almost gently back in, probably mesmerized by the movement and how it looked. Dean squeezed his eyes shut and prayed that it would end soon. He knew that this would continue until Bela got bored, something that wasn’t likely to happen in the near future. He was trapped, a victim of her desires.

As she pushed in, leaning heavily against Dean, the sound of a loud crack startled him into opening his eyes. Something hot splashed against his skin. Behind him, Bela cried out in what sounded like pain.

Everything was confusingly disoriented for a moment -- one second Bela was riding him, and in the next she was falling backwards off the bed.

At first, Dean was too grateful that she wasn’t fucking him anymore to realize that something must have gone wrong. Now that he was no longer being violated, the edict from the talisman took over and he felt his body go loose and limp.

“Dean? Dean!” That sounded like Sam. But Sammy didn’t know where he was.

He’s here, he heard me, the voice told him. Try to snap out of it, Dean!

Hands pulled at his bindings, releasing the ropes. There were faint marks from when Dean had tried to struggle, but nothing that wouldn’t heal in a day or two. Now that the ropes weren’t holding him Dean slumped bonelessly against the mattress, unable to lift his head, he was sure part of his lethargy had to be relief. He managed to open his eyes to see Sam hovering worriedly over him.

“C’mon, man, I gotta get you out here. You gotta help me,” Sam pleaded. Sammy shouldn’t look sad. Dean forced himself to sit up and waited patiently for Sam to tell him what to do next.

Tell him about the talisman. Bela has it next to the camera, the voice whispered into his brain.

Dean did his best to focus on his brother.

“Sam. Necklace. By the camera. Cursed. Makes you listen,” he slurred out, hoping Sam would understand.

Sam spared a glance toward the small camera before starting to dress Dean, pushing and pulling his brother’s limbs into his clothes as if he was a child. Once his pants and shirt were on, he pulled Dean to his feet and dragged his brother toward Bela, who had collapsed on the floor. Sam had shot her in the shoulder, and she lay unconscious with blood splattered around her. Either Sam had knocked her out or the fall from the bed had done it.

Dean glanced toward Sam. His brother’s face was set in grim lines as he raised the gun. He pointed the barrel of the pistol at Bela’s chest. It didn’t falter or shake at all.

“Don’t. Not worth it,” Dean told Sam before leaning his head against Sam’s neck. Sam shouldn’t taint himself with Bela’s blood. “Necklace.”

Tell him to break the paperweight and I’ll be released. She won’t be able to use me anymore, the voice demanded. Dean realized, finally, what it was. Bela wasn’t quicker or smarter than them. She had unwittingly told them the truth. She used spirits to steal what she wanted. They not only told her where the items were, but helped her lift them as well. She hadn’t picked his and Sam’s pockets; she had her spirits do it for her. Greedy bitch.

“You wanna be free?” Dean asked the voice, hoping he understood. By kidnapping Dean, by raping him, Bela had pushed this spirit too far. It had helped him, so it was only fair to return the favor.

“What’re you talking about, Dean?” Sam asked in confusion, unaware that Dean wasn’t talking to him.

“Break th’ paperweight,” Dean told him, lifting his arm as best he could to point to the glass globe. It was the only other ornamentation in the room, making it easy to spot. Obviously, Bela had been ready to run as soon as she'd finished with Dean. Dean felt nauseous again.

Sam took aim and shot the paperweight. Glass shards flew everywhere. Dean had thought that the voice would speak again, but there was nothing but silence.

With gentle hands, Sam propped Dean against the wall by the door. Once he was sure that Dean would stay upright, Sam walked over and knocked the camera to the floor. He crushed the delicate electronics under his foot before snatching the necklace. He very carefully fastened the chain around Bela’s neck.

Dean closed his eyes as Sam slapped Bela twice to drag her back into consciousness.

“Listen, bitch, I want you to understand me. I put your cursed necklace on you, and if I understand my brother, that means you have to obey me. Now, you lie there like a good little girl until the cops show up. You won’t mention us at all, but you will confess to every one of your other crimes. Try not to die of blood loss,” Sam growled at her.

Bela’s eyes widened in growing horror as the facts of the matter sank in. She made a soft mewling noise that could have been from pain or terror.

Dean tried not to smirk.

Sam wrapped his arms around Dean again and started to pull his brother from the room. Dean glanced over his shoulder at Bela, writhing on the floor and covered in blood.

He’d never seen her look more beautiful.