Cassandra ran, breathless, as she ran around the bunker in circles and circles, ignoring all of her instincts to run off and not just follow with her circles and circles about the bunker.
The boys could be excellent hunters, but they would be nothing without Cassie. She knew when, where, and how to hide, how to use to forest in her favour at any time. No one would would ever find her if she did, but this wasn't what she wanted now.
Tonight, she wanted to be found.
"Cassandra," she heard Sam singing her name, teasing and mocking. "Come on, princess. We both know I'll get you one time or another. Why run away? You should just give up."
Cassie growled, leaning back onto the tree she'd just stopped by to rest, and looked behind her shoulder, not finding Sam, however.
"Just kill me," she hissed. "It's going to be easier for both of us."
She ignored the sounds of his heavy steps and the way he moved the tree branches, internally telling herself about how she really needed to teach him and Dean how to be more subtle.
"Never, pretty cheeks," he spoke.
She turned around, faking surprise when he stood in front of her.
Cassandra fell onto the ground, and pulled her gun from her pocket, resting her finger on the trigger, knowing it was empty. Before she could do anything else, Sam's hand was on her, and he was disarming her.
"Now," he hooked a finger under her chin.
Before he could say anything, however, Cassie spat in his face, making Sam growl.
"A little brat," he declared. "My favourite type."
He manoeuvred her skilfully, pinning her down onto the floor and covering her mouth with tape before taping her hands together, and she whimpered when she felt his cock against her ass. Gosh, he was already hard, and she was already so wet.
"It's been a while since I caught a tight pussy like yours," he hissed, big thighs pushing her legs together.
He stopped, surprised for a moment when her skirt rode up, revealing her lack of underwear.
"And look at that," Sam hissed. "You won't mind if I have a tasted, right?"
Cassandra tried to protest, squirming, but her body gave up completely when he licked a full stripe from her clit to her entrance.
"Shh," he spread her legs with his big hands. "Don't fight it."
His tongue caressed her in skilful circles and hunger.
They'd planned this for so long, and from top to bottom, and she just couldn't stop thinking about it for days. Now that it was happening… fuck, she was loving it.
His lips surrounded her clit, and she nearly screamed in shock when he sucked it.
"Sweet," he hissed. "But I don't want to fuck you into the dirt, even if you do deserve less than that. I am still a gentleman, after all."
Cassandra squirmed, protesting as he pulled away, but Sam just ignored her.
"Now," he spoke slowly. "This can go the easy way..."
She breathed in, waiting, and Sam caressed her neck slowly with her very same gun he'd taken from her hands, finally pressing it against her temple.
"Or the hard way," he finished. "And trust me, sweetheart. I can have fun with both."
She whimpered, trying to speak through the tape.
"Please, don't hurt me," she pleaded.
"What?" she heard Sam's voice. "I can't hear you through the tape, pretty girl, sorry."
Cassandra thought for a moment, and finally just let her body relax, looking over her shoulder at Sam, continuing to stare when he turned her around and pulled her skirt down.
"Good girl," her boyfriend smiled, and kissed her lips over the tape, picking her by the waist and throwing her over his shoulder.
He walked back to the bunker in quick steps, careful as to not shake her up too much, and when they entered the bunker, he stopped, and she threw a look over his shoulder, finding Dean just staring at the two.
"Do I want to know what that is?" he asked.
Sam shifted on his spot.
"Uh..." he hesitated. "I would rather not answer that."
She had to hold back a giggle, and just waited for Sam to move, and Dean cleared his throat.
"Well, have fun," he declared at last.
The man carrying her didn't answer, just turning around and walking to their dungeon, leaving Cassie to just nod at Dean and assure him she was fine.
Sam locked the door and placed her down on the big bed they'd had designed for the room, tossing his hair back and pulling his gun out of his pants with a mean look on his face, making her shudder, and she yelped when he ripped the tape out of her mouth - along with probably half of her skin cells and any hair that could ever have grown on her face.
"If you give me any trouble, I'll gag you with something worse," he reminded her. "Got it?"
Cassie nodded, blushing and trying not to cringe from the feeling on her lips.
"Yes, sir," she mumbled.
His lips curled in a mean smile.
"That's what I want to hear," he raised his hand, tapping her cheeks gently. "That and your screams, princess."
Cassie pouted, and Sam moved away, taking a pair of scissors from the drawer and sitting in front of her body.
"I have to say," he spoke slowly, looking at the object and then at Cassandra's body. "You have me quite a run for my money, pretty one."
He moved the scissors down to her stomach, and caressed it gently before cutting up her shirt.
"They were right when they said you were good," he continued. "And you really don't know how much more fun that makes things for me."
Her eyes shot up to his face, and she watched him. Sam was a good guy, a great boyfriend, generous and affectionate, but when he wanted, he could be the scariest man in the world.
The way he was looking at her now... it sent shivers all over her skin, both of desire and fear.
There was a glim in his eyes as he cut her top up, as if he was hiding something behind them.
"Here's what we're going to do," he continued, pushing her clothes aside and pressing the cold metal against her naked breast, making her nipple perk up. "I'm going to fuck you, and use you however I want. And if you behave, I won't kill you."
She sucked in a breath, skin covered and shivers, and trembled when he smiled.
"I might even keep you for myself."
Cassandra just stared at him, waiting, and sucked in a breath when he moved a hand down and pinched her nipple.
"Now," he continued. "Will you be a good girl and behave if I free your hands?"
She nodded, and whimpered when Sam's fingers twisted and pulled her nipple to a point of pain.
"Use your words," he spoke slowly.
"Yes, sir," she breathed out.
Sam smiled more.
"Good girl," he cooed. "Now turn around."
Cassie complied, silently turning on her back - though struggling a bit - and showing him her hands.
The metal of the scissors brushed over her skin before cutting off the tape around her hands, and she flexed her wrists before reaching down and turning around again, this time with much less difficult.
Sam was still on the same spot, though already with his cock out, and she sucked in a breath when her eyes fell on it.
"Give me your hand," he commanded, giving her no space to protest.
She reached out, and he pushed her fingers around his cock, licking his lips once she gripped it.
The Winchester genetics was strong, as both boys were big, with Dean being thicker and Sam longer.
Sam always felt like he was going to break her in a half anytime he was inside her, head kissing her cervix anytime he dared to bottom out in her pussy, in the most pleasurable of aches.
"It's too big," she protested, fingers moving slowly over him, caressing the veins and velvet skin, and Sam moaned, cock releasing precum onto her hand.
"Then you better be wet," he said simply, voice dark and careless. "Or it won't fit."
He moved his hand without any ceremony, and she yelped when he moved his hand between her legs, sticking out a finger and pushing into her pussy.
"Oh, look at that," he cooed. "You can be obedient when you want to."
She cried out, but Sam didn't seem to care, pushing two of his fingers into her pussy and rubbing her clit with his thumb, grabbing her neck with his free hand when she whimpered, squeezing around him.
"Don't you dare cumming," he hissed into her ear.
"Please," Cassie whined.
His fingers moved faster, and her legs trembled.
"You're not going to be that slutty, aren't you?" he hissed into her ear. "You're not gonna cum in your kidnapper's hand, uh?"
She shook her head, squeezing his cock, trying to focus on keeping her orgasm away.
"Exactly," he hissed. "You're not going to cum, because you're not this kind of dirty slut."
She whimpered, and he moved his hand away, slapping her pussy and making Cassandra yelped.
"Because you're not a dirty whore," he squeezed her neck. "And you don't get off and being treated like one."
She shook her head.
"I'm not a whore," she protested.
Sam chuckled.
"No, baby, no," he cooed, and licked her cheek. "You're just a little fleshlight, all you're good for is getting me off."
"Please, don't hurt me," she pleaded.
Sam laughed even more at her.
"Oh, princess," he took his hand down again, and slapped her pussy once, twice, and just continuously. "Are you sure you don't like it? You sure you don't get wet when I squeeze your neck, when I hit this cunt and make this clit throb?"
She shook her head, lying, denying her body's reactions.
"Don't worry, though," Sam released her, and shoved her into the bed. "I don't break my toys."
Cassandra panted, staring at him and watching as he undressed.
"I think you found your match, princess," he noticed, kicking his pants off and standing, bare, in front of her. "You like being degraded, I like treating you like a whore."
She moved back on the bed, cornering herself on the board and yelping when Sam pulled her legs down, spreading her.
"I told you to behave," he hissed. "This is strike two, princess. One more and I'll spank your ass red."
Two? What was strike one?!
"Yellow," she called out.
Sam stopped automatically, demeanour and posture changing, and he released her legs quickly.
"What is it?" he asked, quickly rushing to collect her.
"Strike two?" Cassandra asked, confused. "What was strike one."
Her boyfriend looked surprised.
"You spat in my face," he told her, as if it was obvious.
She stopped, frowning at Sam.
"I didn't know we were counting from the beginning," she protested.
Sam laughed, taking a hand to his face and shaking his head.
"You spat in my face," he repeated. "Honey, that is on grounds for punishment."
Cassandra opened and closed her mouth. Well, he made a lot of sense, but... she didn't know it was counting!
"You really are a brat, oh gosh," he mumbled. "Do you want to talk about removing it or..."
She shook her head before he could finish.
"No, it makes sense, yes. I was just... Not expecting it."
He smiled, and reached out, kissing her lips softly.
"I'll warn you next time," he assured her. "I was just busy being the big bad hunter for you."
Cassie rolled her eyes.
"And you're doing great," she assured him.
Sam smiled and leant onto her, kissing Cassandra's lips once again. One of his hands moved to her breast, and he slowly caressed it.
"What do you say, princess?" he kissed her jaw. "Tell me your colour."
She sighed, leaning back as he sucked on her neck.
"Green," she mumbled.
"Good," Sam hissed, and dug into her hair with his fingers
Cassie whined, spreading her legs and yelping when Sam slapped her thighs apart.
"Match made in heaven, uh?" he bit her lower lip. "Little whore likes to be degraded by the bad guy."
She yelped when he turned her around, falling onto her elbows on the mattress and having no time to adjust herself before Sam was already pulling her ass up and pushing his cock into her pussy.
He didn't give her a moment to even breathe in, already pushing his cock to the limit and pining her down.
"Fuck," she screamed.
Sam's length was just sliding in and out of her, his hips hitting hers loudly as he pounded into her, fast and hard, so deep that he was brushing against her cervix in every push.
"Look at how wet you are," he sucked a bruise into her neck. "You're enjoying it, aren't you?
She fisted the sheets, arching her back to meet his cock.
"Fucking wet pussy," he bit her shoulder. "So tight, baby. Do you like when I fuck you? When I bruise your pussy?"
Cassie shook her head, though moaning, deep in pleasure.
"No," she whined.
"No?" he sucked her neck. "You don't like it, baby? Don't like being my fleshlight?"
She shook her head, and screamed when he moved his hands between her legs, circling her clit fast as hard.
"If you don't like it, why's your pussy so wet?" he hissed. "Why are you squeezing my cock so much, uh? Are you a liar?"
She squirmed, quivering.
"So this pussy gets wet for anyone, is that it?" he pushed into her. "You like being used? Uh? I can just open the door and let my brother in, and you'll suck his cock."
Cassandra threw her head forward. Fuck, she was going to cum.
"Sam," she whimpered.
"What is it, fleshlight?" he pinched her clit.
"Fuck," she screamed.
Cassie squirmed, and Sam just held her tighter.
"You're gonna cum?" he moved faster over with her clit. "That's what you're gonna do? My fleshlight is going to squeeze my cock and gush on it?"
She shook her head, trying to fight it.
"Just say it," he hissed. "Say you want it, and I'll give it to you."
Her body tensed as her orgasm built up.
"No," Cassie whined.
"You're gonna pretend you're not a slut?" he hissed into her ear. "That you don't like the way I'm treating you? You don't like the way I'm using you?"
Her eyes fluttered closed, pussy squeezing him more, clit throbbing and mind completely blank.
"If you don't beg me," he moved a hand up to her neck, squeezing it firmly. "I won't let you cum. You'll gonna be dripping and sore and needy."
"Please," she whimpered, finally.
"Louder, baby whore," he moved his finger in tighter circles. "Say it again."
"Please," she moaned louder. "Please, Sam, please. Let me cum, make me cum."
Sam's teeth sunk into her neck, mixing pain and pleasure and Cassandra fought her body, waiting and hoping for his permission.
"Cum for me," he commanded at last.
Her eyes rolled back just as he spoke, body trembling and shaking as her orgasm made her see white.
Sam's fingers didn't move again, and he held her close to his body when she started protesting.
"You're gonna cum again," he fucked her harder. "As many times as I want, do you hear me?"
She hit punched the mattress, unable to hold herself back.
"Sam," she writhed under him.
"Cum again," he hissed into her ear. "Go on, slut. You know you want to."
She came just a moment later, gushing against his cock, screaming his name and, this time, just falling down, too deep into pleasure to do anything more.
"Fucking whore," he pushed her body down to the bed. "Gushing on my cock, squirting all over the bed."
Her thighs were wet, but Cassandra didn't even care anymore, crying out, and hearing as Sam panted and grunted behind her.
"Gonna fucking cum inside you," he announced. "That's what you want?"
"Please," she cried, whining. "Please, Sam, cum in me. Paint my pussy with your cum."
He growled, gripping her hips, and she could just moan as he released himself into her.
Sam's cock throbbed inside her, and Cassandra felt as he spilt inside her, and her boyfriend just stopped after that, letting his cock rest inside her cunt and enjoying the little aftershocks of their orgasms.
Cassie only opened her eyes when Sam started kissing her neck and shoulders, soft and gently.
"How do you feel, baby?" he caressed her skin.
"I'm good," she mumbled.
Sam moved his nose over her skin in a gentle caress.
"Any aches?" he pulled back.
She was ready to share her head, but stopped when she realised her pussy was aching a bit.
"A bit?" she looked over her shoulder.
"Let me get a warm cloth for you," he kissed her back.
Sam moved away from her for a brief moment, and she stretched over the bed, already growing tired.
Before she started feeling lonely, though, he came back, and put a warm cloth - something they'd started using during aftercare, after realising that the boys were a bit big and would sometimes hurt her pussy - between her legs, closing them.
"Do you want your blanket?" he offered.
Cassie shook her head, calling him closer with her hands.
"Wanna cuddle," she whined.
Her boyfriend reached closer to her and squeezed her in an embrace, giving her soft kisses on the face.
"You were so amazing," he caressed her. "So perfect."
She pushed her face into his neck, whining, and Sam rubbed the naked skin of her back.
"I love you, Sam," she spoke against his skin. "Thank you for doing my fantasies with me."
He chuckled, smiling against her skin.
"It's my pleasure, baby," he pressed a kiss to her temple. "I love you too."