Sam's & Meg's POV
"Was it good for you, Sam?", the demon purred with Sam's voice to the young hunter trapped inside his own head. "I know that I enjoyed your friend immensely." The demon continued to hover over Jo's face, caressing her cheek almost lovingly with Sam's long fingers. Sam tried to shut his eyes and ignore her... to be somewhere else. But, he was stuck in the here and now.
"THAT'S ENOUGH, MEG!", Sam screamed inside his own head, unable to control his own actions as his hand slid down Jo's jaw and over her throat. "PLEASE! NO MORE! I CAN'T... I can't take it anymore... please... no more", Sam whimpered. He was trapped. Floating in a sea of blackness that he couldn't swim his way out of. But, even in the blackness... he could see and feel everything that Meg was doing with his body. And having her speak to him with his own voice was almost more than he could stand.
"You know, I never fucked a woman before." Meg smiled with stolen lips and slid Sam's hand farther down, Sam's fingers dancing over Jo's collarbone. "Oh, I've been with women, of course, but I never truly experienced a woman's body before. Not like you do." Sam could feel his hand move over Jo's breast and squeezed it harshly, but was unable to stop himself. "I've Never known what it's like to be inside a woman's tight pussy. Guess I was a virgin too, in that respect. Until now." Meg suddenly grabbed the hem of Jo's shirt and jerked it up to her chin, revealing her breasts hiding under a lacy white bra. Sam tried to avert his eyes, but he was helpless. A robot at the hands of a sadistic monster.
"M-Meg, p-please! Just... just stop!", Sam stammered. Meg could feel Sam's cock twitching back to life when she pushed Jo's bra up and her breasts came spilling out.
"You like this, don't ya, Sam?" Meg smirked, sliding Sam's hand up Jo's rib cage and cupping her breast gently. "Having her all to yourself?" She could feel every nerve in Sam's groin firing and she moaned lewdly with Sam's voice. "So soft...", the demon whispered. Meg was almost euphoric with the sensations she was experiencing through Sam's body. They were so different from the arousal of the women she'd possessed. More intense some how. "I can feel you getting hard, Sam!"
"I CAN'T CONTROL WHAT YOU'RE DOING TO ME, MEG!", Sam snapped back angrily.
"I'm not doing anything, Sam. This is all you!", Meg chuckled, looking down at Sam's tented pants. She pinched Jo's pert nipple and felt it tighten under her touch. Sam's other hand found his crotch and started stroking his throbbing length through his jeans. It was straining painfully to be let out to play.
"Stop! I don't want this! I don't... I don't wanna hurt her anymore!" Meg ignored him, whistling as she jerked Jo's jeans down around her knees. "YOU BITCH! LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE!"
"Now there's the Sam we all know and love!", Meg chimed cheerfully. She forced Sam to climb up onto the bar even as he screamed obscenities and begged her to stop. Instead of trying to pull her boots and jeans off, Meg simply slung Jo's legs over one of Sam's shoulders before leaning over her unconscious body.
"Noooo... please... not again!", Sam sobbed. Meg pressed into her with a groan. And just like the first time, Sam felt it all. He let out a strangled whine at the unwanted pleasure as his body sank balls deep into her tight heat once again.
"Come on, Sammy! You can't deny that she was made for you... for us." Meg laid Sam's body out over Jo with her legs pressed against the side of his head, pretty much folding her in half. "Can't you feel how hot she is for us?" Meg forced Sam forward and the pleasure had Sam whimpering. "Can't you feel how she clenches around us?" Then Sam's hips began to move, slowly at first.
"No-no-no-no! Please stop!", Sam croaked, the pleasure almost overwhelming him. "fffuuuck!" Sam groaned out the curse and it sent a surge of desire through Meg, making her speed up Sam's thrusts. Sam continued to beg and plead for her to stop, but he couldn't hide the sounds of his own need anymore. He desperately tried to push the feelings away, but he couldn't. He was slowly going insane from the feelings that his body told him he wanted, but his brain refused to accept.
"OH, SHIT!", Meg snarled as Sam's balls began to tighten and draw up. She was so close. Sam had stopped begging and was only panting and moaning in sheer ecstasy. That was when she had the wickedest idea yet. She knew Sam was passed the point of no return and decided to give back the wheel. She pulled herself back into Sam's mind, while pushing him back into the driver's seat. Before Sam even knew what was happening, he was back in control again. But it was too late. Sam's brain had already shut down and he was running on pure base instinct. His thrusts became frantic as he chased down his release.
"That's it, Sam", Meg cooed breathlessly. "You're almost there!" Meg continued to egg him on, pushing him toward the edge. "Yes! Almost FREE!" That last word sent him hurdling over the cliff and he bellowed as he came hard. Sam slumped on top of Jo, panting, trying to catch his breath. He brain was still in that hazy fog of blissful orgasm.
"Good boy", Meg purred in Sam's ear. He grunted and another spurt of hot jizz was squeezed from his already tight balls almost painfully. "Such a little praise slut, aren't you, Sam?!" He rolled his hips, attempting to drag out the pleasure. It wasn't until that fog started to lift that he realized what he had just done. His breath caught in his throat and he looked down at the young woman lying unmoving beneath him.
"NO!", Sam croaked as he pushed up on his hands, staring down at her in shocked horror. Sweat dripped from his chin and the tips of his hair, landing on her still cheek. "What did I do?!"
"You set yourself free, Sam!", Meg answered excitedly. Sam felt the nausea building and he knew he couldn't hold it back. He scrambled down off the bar and fled to the corner just in time for his dinner to come back up in a horrible rush. He leaned against the wall with his eyes closed, panting and sobbing. Meg just giggled.
"How... how could you make me do that?!", Sam snarled angrily at the demon crouched inside his head. Meg immediately stopped laughing and shoved herself back in control of Sam's body.
"Why, you ungrateful little SHIT!", Meg spat at the man now trapped in darkness again. "I gave you a precious gift!" Meg looked back at the still unconscious woman lying on the bar. "I gave you Jo!" She walked back over to the bar and ran Sam's large palm up Jo's bare thigh. "You wanted her, Sam. You still do. You can't hide your feelings from me." Meg jammed Sam's unwilling fingers into Jo's folds, wiggled them around for a moment and then pulled them back out. Meg held them up and they were coated with Jo's juices and Sam's spunk. Meg smiled and popped the soaked digits into Sam's mouth. Meg moaned in pleasure while Sam gagged in disgust. "Alright, Sammy. Playtime's over." Meg pulled Jo's jeans up over her hips once again and heaved her up off the bar and over Sam's shoulder.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Sam asked fearfully. Meg propped her limp body up against a thick wooden post near the center of the room.
"Baiting the hook", Meg whispered, pulling Jo's arm's back and cuffing them behind the post. "Ya see, Sam, big brother will be here soon and we gotta make it look good, now don't we? I mean, we can't just sneak outta hear without having some fun with Dean, right?" Meg let go of Jo and she slumped a bit, but the pole was thick enough that her arms were pulled tight and kept her from sliding down too far. Meg stood in front of Jo, admiring her work. 'This is gonna be fun!', Meg thought. "Now what do we do to pass the time while we wait?"
"Put a bullet in my head", Sam bit back angrily. Meg snorted at Sam's snide comment but didn't comment on it.
"How about a drink?" Meg moved away from Jo and around to the back of the bar. She stood, perusing the many bottles on the shelves and smiled when she spied the bottle of Fire Water. "Perfect!", Meg said, smiling at the irony. She grabbed the bottle, turned to grab a tumbler from the shelf under the bar, and poured a double. "You ever have Fire Water, Sammy?" She held the glass of red liquid up to the light and watched it dance around and shimmer.
"No", Sam answered shortly. Meg smiled at that.
"A virgin, huh?" She brought the glass to her lips and paused. "Well, I'm gonna pop that cherry tonight!" Sam laughed humorlessly just before she tipped the glass and downed the entire thing in one go. The burn as it went down was exquisite. Meg hissed and even though Sam couldn't control his body, Meg heard him coughing inside his head. He felt like Meg had forced an Atomic Fireball down his throat and it was burning a hole in his belly.
"Shit...", Sam choked out in a whisper. Sam never did like the burn from hard liquor. He mostly just stuck to beer.
"So, how was you're first time, Sam? Was it everything you hoped for?" Sam didn't answer and Meg shrugged. It didn't really matter. "People say that schnaps is a woman's drink. But the cinnamon variety? Now THAT was made for real men!" Meg chuckled when she felt Sam roll his eyes at the chauvinist remark.
"You have to stop this, Meg!" Meg ignored him and proceeded to pour another double shot. "You have to...", Sam was cut off when Meg downed the fiery liquid in one gulp. Sam groaned at the painful burn. "You better watch it, Meg. You don't wanna go and get wasted before my brother shows up", Sam croaked sarcastically. Meg only laughed, pouring another double.
"Are you kidding me? I could drink an entire liquor store and not feel a thing!" Meg stood at the counter, throwing back shot after shot until the bottle was nearly empty. The silence was driving Sam crazy until finally he had to speak up.
"Why are you doing this, Meg?", Sam asked. He had wanted to ask her this question for a while now, but other "things" got in the way. "Why didn't you just kill me? Why come after Jo?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Meg raised an eyebrow at Sam's naivete. "And here, I thought you were the smart one." Meg walked around the bar and stood in front of Jo again. "You hurt me, Sam. You and Dean hurt me by sending me back to hell." She leaned against the pole with Sam's face only inches from the young woman's and stroked her cheek with Sam's long fingers.
"Now I'm returning the favor."