Supernatural AB/DL Book Bundle 2

Chapter Two: Cleaned Up

Chapter Two: Cleaned UpSomeone has gotten the water filled up in the bathroom. She doesn't even need to see anything clearly to know it because she can feel steam coming from the water, hot and humid, filling up her nose and making her feel a little bit better. He doesn't bring her to the water straight away though.

To her horror, he lowers her onto a platform of some sort and then he starts to strip her clothes off, tugging the straps wrapped tightly around her and peeling them off carefully. It doesn't hurt, but it's really uncomfortable and she realizes now that she had felt aches all over because she had been strapped so tightly. She feels much better now that the straps are no longer pinching at her nerves and keeping her a certain position.

"I know, baby. I know," he says and she realizes she's whining and crying quietly on the table. She feels his palm on her cheek, and then a warm cloth brushing over her face. "Shh... It's alright, love. We won't put this back on, okay? The doctors say it's important to keep you from moving when you're body's going through the change," he continues, massaging her arms as he takes off her sleeve. Circulation flows back into her arms and she feels her fingers tingling, and then like pinpricks are poking all over her fingers and toes.

"Ah- anh," she cries out, her tongue feeling too heavy in her mouth to form actual words. She still can't see him very well and wishes she had enough energy in her arms to bring her hands to her face so she can rub her eyes, but all she manages is a few feeble twitches of her fingers. The helplessness makes her cry harder.

"Shh... It's alright, my love. Daddy's here. Daddy's going to take care of you, okay?" he coos, kissing her cheek like that can make her feel better while making loud smooching noises.

She kind of hates that it does. It distracts her from how her palms and the flats of her feet feel like they're being poked by a thousand tiny pins.

"It's important to make sure that your bones are set correctly. Don't want you to accidentally hurt yourself. Now that you're awake and all healed up, we don't have to keep you all tied up now, okay, baby?" He bends down and kisses the top of her head and breathes in deep, like he's trying to inhale her scent.

There must be something wrong with him because she must be absolutely disgusting, covered in sweat and vomit. She tries to move out of the way of his hands, but he has very soft, comforting hands and she's weak.

She knows it would feel infinitely better to have her dirty clothes off even though she's blushing and feeling thoroughly embarrassed by the fact that she doesn't know him at all and she's letting him strip her. It's not like there's anything she can do about it, though. Her limbs aren't cooperating and she's so tired even from him moving her from the bedroom to the bathroom and that was only a few steps. She thinks she could vomit again, but there's nothing left in her tummy to puke out so she just cries unhappily. She can't even do that properly since she's all out of tears.

"Shh... It's alright. It's alright," he coos. "Daddy's going to get your in the bath and then I'll get you your formula, okay?"

"Ah. Ah ah," she says instead of the 'no' she's thinking of. She isn't an actual baby!

"That's it, baby. Daddy's going to fill your tummy up!" he says, tickling her tummy a little.

It makes her burp and her throat stings. She cries harder.

"Oh. Daddy's sorry, baby," he kisses her again. "Daddy's very sorry. We'll get this off, okay? And then you're going to be feel so much better. Daddy promises."

She feels the press of his lips against her cheek. She only allows it because she can't really see his face and she's too sick and weak to fight back. Her brain is sort of fuzzy and she feels like she's drifting a little bit. It feels nice to not be in control. She remembers being in the hospital and being in so much pain whenever she woke up. This is pretty nice comparatively. She tries not to think too much about it because her heartbeat is going out of control already and she worries that if she really focuses on what's happening, she's going to start panicking. Maybe she's already panicking. Maybe she hasn't stopped panicking ever since she woke up here like this.

"Now, Daddy's just gonna get this off, okay?"

He seems to be taking forever taking her clothes off. She looks down and blushes as she sees his large hand work on getting the strap from her chest and stomach. There are metallic components on it that looks very complicated and she blinks when she realizes that her sight is coming back to her, though only enough for her to see the metallic glint of metal on her chest. And then, she blinks again and thinks there must be something wrong with her still because there's something shiny on his fingers too.

"Stay still, okay, baby? Daddy's gonna get all this icky stuff off you," he says and his hands seem to brush through the material.

She gasps when she feels the sharp pinch of his nails- no, his claws, her brain supplies helpfully - on her skin, and then she's stripped completely naked in a matter of seconds, his expert hands working to tug the torn bits of material off her body piece by piece, lifting her up when he gets to her hips. Before she can even take a second to be mortified by the fact that she's naked, he's lifting her up with his hands on her waist, maneuvering her carefully so that her head tips forward and her forehead is resting on his chest.

She feels her legs fold up underneath her and tries to look around herself to see what's happening. Her toes are touching something cool and-

"No, no, don't kick out, baby," he says and she feels his hand grasping her foot, carefully shifting her legs so that she's sitting with her knees curled up in front of her. She wants to wrap her arms around her body and hide a little bit of her nakedness, but her arms are too heavy and she can't move at all. This is getting very frustrating for her and her eyes burn with new tears. "It's okay, baby. It's okay," he says.

He tips her head back carefully until the back of her head is pressed into some sort of cushion. "Don't move around, alright, darling?"

She swallows the lump in her throat and nods. She's so exposed right now, head tipped back and her neck bared for him. Something in her hind-brain screams about her being in danger because even though she can't see him clearly, she knows she's not in a hospital and he's not an orderly, nor is he just a caretaker. She has never been book smart, but she has plenty of street smarts and her street smart is telling her that he's not someone she should be alone with, let alone someone she should be naked alone with. To make matters worse, she is baring her neck to like some sort of sacrifice.

Maybe he's putting her here for easy disposal after her harvests her organs.

"Close your eyes, love," he says and it is only too easy to comply, clenching her eyes shut and swallowing the bile already building up in her gut from being shifted and getting her head all dizzy. "Eyes closed, alright?" he says. "Daddy's going to wash you and get you all cleaned up so you can feel nice and warm. Keep your mouth closed too, okay?"

She nods and then feels water from the top of her head, streaming down her cheeks and onto the rest of her body. It's nice and warm and she can't help but relax a little bit as he massages her head.

"Feels good doesn't it, baby?" he murmurs, massaging shampoo into her hair.

She hums, content to have his fingers in her hair, brushing out tangles. It's only too easy for her to fall asleep like this and she misses the bath completely because when she opens her eyes again she is being manhandled on top of a flat surface. Her thighs are bent and he's applying something warm between her legs, making her breath hitch in surprise and shock. She tries to wriggle away, but it's no use.

He tuts at her and takes something from one of the drawers. "Daddy's going to plug you up first, okay?" he says, taking something from one of the drawers. He holds it up for her to see.

A plug? To plug up what, exactly? It doesn't look too big to her blurred vision, maybe the size of a pacifier. She opens her mouth, thinking its for her to suckle on and then quickly closes her mouth when she realizes what she's doing. There's something wrong with her. Already, she's letting him baby her like it's normal. None of this is normal. Then again, didn't she agree to this in the hospital? This is all some twisted part of being taken care of. She's so weak that she can't fight back at all and it's actually kind of him to be so gentle with her.

So, this is the catch, then. He's not going to just take care of her like some sort of devoted nurse. He's going to take care of her like she's an infant. She wondered why they didn't just bite babies for this before she shudders. Of course they aren't going to do this to regular babies. That would be too cruel. And- and the man in the hospital had mentioned something else, something about an Alpha's need to claim and mark. No. This wouldn't work with anyone else. This is why the guy had made sure she was eighteen.

"This isn't a paci- baby," he chuckles. "It's for your little hole," he says. "To get you ready when Daddy wants to fill you up, okay?" He doesn't wait for her to respond before he's working a finger into her ass.

She hisses from the shock of having his digit move about inside of her hole, stretching her open and going deeper and deeper. It feels weird and she bears down, trying to push him out and then panics if she accidentally poops so she stops pushing and whines instead. "No, no," she cries out and pauses in shock from hearing her own voice.

"Shh..." he murmurs. "It's alright, baby. There's a relaxant here, so it shouldn't hurt, okay?" he says and that explains why the stretch is surprisingly mild, but then she yelps when he gets a second finger inside of her.

It feels weird and she doesn't like it. She's not so sheltered that she doesn't know what anal is and doesn't know what he's doing to her.

"Look at you, all stretched out and wet for Daddy already," he says and bends down between her parted legs to lick up her slit. Pleasure jolts up her spine, so sudden that she kicks out her leg in surprise. Her ankle hits his shoulder, though he doesn't react at all.

"Ah, ah," she gasps instead of the automatic 'I'm sorry' that comes to her lips.

"It's alright, baby. Daddy knows you didn't mean to," he says, turning his head and pressing a little kiss on her foot. He pulls his fingers out and replaces it with the rubber plug he had taken out earlier. The push and pull of the plug is a little bit uncomfortable and the sensation is very odd, but there's no pain.

"Daddy can't wait for you to get all healed up so Daddy can start playing with you."

She shudders. What in the world has she gotten herself into?