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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Lilith/Ruby_(Supernatural)
  Character:
      Ruby_(Supernatural), Lilith_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_-_Freeform, No_Sex, Gore, Genital_Torture, Suturing, Burns,
      Vomiting, Dark, Lilith_is_possessing_the_young_girl_in_3x16,
      Dollification, in_a_coercive_demonic_sort_of_way, Dress_Up, Tea_Parties
  Series:
      Part 100 of Ship_all_the_Ships
  Collections:
      SPNColdestHits
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-13 Words: 2193
****** Tea Party ******
by bloodandcream
Summary
     Lilith pushed her legs wide and frowned. “I don’t think dolls are
     supposed to look like this.”
     Little fingers prodded at her cunt, pulling and twisting roughly in a
     way that made her gasp, before Lilith moved away to rifle through the
     goods she had gotten from the other room.
     “But that’s ok, I know how to fix it.”
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Ruby sat on the edge of the bed in a very pink room with her arms folded over
her chest and she rolled her eyes. In front of her, Lilith stomped a foot – a
small foot belonging to a young blond meatsuit with a gap in her front teeth.
“I don’t want to talk about work.” Hands balled into little fists, Lilith
pouted.
Ruby huffed, wondering if the age of the meatsuit had any effect on her
temperament.
“I just want to play, you’re going to stay for a few days, aren’t you Ruby?”
“I could probably swing a day, but I should stick close by Sam in case he needs
me.”
Lilith waved a hand, her sour mood swinging around to a bright smile, “Oh Sam
will be fine, silly. Stay and play with me, we can talk more about work later,
but it’s been too long since I’ve seen you. I have a nice family here. They’ll
bring us tea! We can play dress up and have a tea party!”
“Does that come with food? I’m starving, I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
“You always did have an appetite.” Lilith giggled.
Never mind that Ruby didn’t need to eat, not like people do, but it was one of
her favorite ways to indulge when she was top side.
Ruby looked around at the pink curtains and the pink bedsheets, fluffy stuffed
teddy bears stacked against the headboard. Lilith had strange tastes. There was
something about her being in a kid that creeped out even Ruby. It was a
statement, really, that she didn’t need a strong or impressive meatsuit because
she was just that powerful.
Lilith opened the door to the hallway and screamed “Mommy! Mommy bring us tea
and cookies, right away!”
Ruby had never seen Lilith in a meatsuit this young before. She could be
petulant and wrathful and spiteful, but there was a game here she was playing.
Sometimes, Ruby enjoyed Lilith’s games, sometimes she didn’t.
“So what’s with the whole playing innocent schtick, your meatsuits a little on
the young side.”
Lilith bounced around the room, pulling out a small plastic table with little
chairs, opening a chest to bring out a toy tea set, setting up teddy bears at
several of the chairs. She hummed as she moved around. “Oh, you know, maybe
it’s a mid life crisis. Or, end of life crisis I guess. Trying to recapture my
youth?”
Ruby snorted, “Good luck with that.”
Lilith yanked her to standing with invisible force, lifting her up so fast Ruby
rocked on her toes when Lilith released the hold. “You’re going to be my doll
for the tea party. And dolls don’t talk.”
Opening her mouth, Ruby couldn’t make any noise at all, not even a frustrated
grunt. She waved her arms at Lilith, trying to convey ‘really?’. Lilith dragged
a chair over and stood on it, unbuttoning Ruby’s jeans and pushing her shirt
up.
“Be a good doll now, I just want to play. I know you’re going to miss me Ruby,
when I’m gone, but you’ll have to give Lucifer a kiss for me.”
Turning to the side and lifting her arms, Ruby let herself be moved around as
Lilith stripped off her clothes, everything, and pushed her with far more force
than a little girl should have to splay on the bed.
“Hmm, stay right there dolly!”
When Lilith left, Ruby tried to move but of course she was pinned. A warm
tingle set under her skin, anticipation, heat pooling in her gut and although
her vessel didn’t need air her breath quickened. She’d been helpless and prone
to Lilith innumerable times before, but it never broke her. It only twisted her
into something darker and more wicked, it made her crave. The longer Lilith was
gone, the more memories Ruby carded through of time spent in service to Lilith,
as a toy and as an instrument.
“I found some nice things for you, Mommy has lots of fun clothes for dress up.”
Ruby was able to turn her head, Lilith’s power only keeping her in place but
she could twitch her fingers and she could watch as Lilith waddled over to the
bed with an armful of clothes and a few small pouches.
“Just look at these!”
Ruby followed the motion as Lilith lifted up a pair of lacy pink panties that
had ribbons tying the sides and a little sparkly gem in the front.
“Mommy sure is naughty. Only grown ups are supposed to wear things like these,
but I think you’ll look pretty in them dolly.”
With a deft flick of her wrist, Lilith pulled Ruby’s supine form to the edge of
the bed so her legs folded over and her feet landed on the floor, her ass to
the edge and then she was held there.
Soft silks and folds of fabric brushed her arm as the bed dipped under her
moving body. It was strange, to have a body and not to have it. Ruby was smoke,
windborn, scattered on a thought. She didn’t feel Lilith holding her demonic
true form bound, only her meatsuit. And there was no one else in here to scream
and keep her company. Just her. It was a nice body. She was starting to feel a
sense of ownership and care for it.
Lilith pushed her legs wide and frowned. “I don’t think dolls are supposed to
look like this.”
Little fingers prodded at her cunt, pulling and twisting roughly in a way that
made her gasp, before Lilith moved away to rifle through the goods she had
gotten from the other room.
“But that’s ok, I know how to fix it.”
Unzipping a pouch, she pulled out scissors, needle, thread. Ruby felt her body
tense, still capable of minute expression, fingers and toes curling as if she
could only move a little it would be enough to pull her out of the sludge thick
press of Lilith’s power around her. Not that she wanted to, but it was fun to
try. The flood of panic was heady. The bile in the back of her throat bitter as
her stomach fluttered.
Lilith practically skipped back down between her legs and Ruby couldn’t see
everything down the stretch of her body but Lilith set a spool of thread on her
thigh then stuck the needle in the flesh so it wouldn’t roll away. The snick of
scissors shushed quietly in the soft, gentle space of the bedroom. Ruby could
feel blood well and drip from around the needle, a tiny point of pain that
primed her.
When Lilith stretched a fold of her inner labia out and set to work, it was
barely a sting compared to the tortures she’d endured in hell. Yet the sharp
sudden slide of cool metal shearing off her skin and the slick wetness of blood
had her salivating, insides clenched. Ruby felt tears well reflexively,
blurring her vision. The gauzy white canopy that was spread over the four
poster bed seemed to ripple.
Humming off tune and smiling, inadvertently Lilith brushed a lock of sunlight
gold hair off her face leaving the pale plump cheek streaked with blood.
Picking up her needle out of Ruby’s thigh, setting the bloodied scissors down,
she wiped her hands on the front of her pretty dress before threading it. It
took a few tries.
Pulling mangled pieces back towards one another and piercing them with the
needle, thread drawn through, Lilith set to her work. Ruby gasped for air she
didn’t need, finding it reassuring to feel other parts of her body like the
expansion of lungs under ribs. Then Lilith slammed down on her full force and
paralyzed her body from even so much as twitching.
“Dolls don’t need to breathe. You’re being too fussy.”
There was nothing but the oppressive heaviness wrapped against her body from
all sides and the sharp burning ache between her legs that throbbed, sending
barbed lashes of pain up in her gut every time Lilith touched her clumsily.
The door opened timidly, quiet over carpet, and Ruby saw out of the corner of
her eyes a completely unremarkable middle aged woman gasp as she froze in the
door. The full tray she carried clattered noisily in her shaking hands.
“I’m a bit busy mommy, just set that on the table.”
Lilith waved a bloody hand and the woman bit her lip and nodded as she moved
out of sight, quickly, quietly, before leaving them again.
Ruby wanted to laugh, and laugh, and laugh. Lilith was going to have fun with
this family.
The scissors snicked again, thread tied off, and Lilith was wiping bloodied
hands on Ruby’s thighs. She reached beside her for the lacy panties and
manipulated Ruby’s body into position with her power. One foot up, then the
next, pulling them up and then standing Ruby – just like a doll, limbs wooden,
joints stiff – to settle them around her waist.
“There. Aren’t you pretty just like a doll. Let’s see what else’ll fit you.”
Remaining there stiffly, hot ache between her legs unrelenting and wet
trickling down her thighs, Lilith was completely unconcerned with the blood
seeping through a frilly white dress she put Ruby in. Pushed down into one of
the small chairs, knees almost up to her chest, Lilith rummaged around with
something behind her before spilling an armful of makeup supplies on the table.
“So beautiful in your dress. I’ll do your make up so pretty, prettier than any
other doll ever.”
The crinoline of Lilith’s fancy dress crinkled as she moved, brushed against
Ruby’s bare arms. Head snapped side to side as Lilith worked, prodded with
pencils harshly, smeared messily with make up, Ruby could do nothing but idly
observe. Odd, she realized now, that she had come to consider this meatsuit
hers, her body, something which she not only possess but had autonomy over. But
she didn’t, not really. None of them did. That was what Lilith was showing her.
She would play her part, let others paint onto her face what they desired to
see.
It would be worth it, in the end. She could be loyal.
Lilith tugged at her hair and pulled half of it up, twisting and tying and Ruby
wondered if she’d escape with her hair in tact. Other parts of her weren’t. She
could figure out how to fix that, they were close to the finish line anyway.
Swiping the tubes and pots of make up off the table, Lilith clapped her hands.
“Tea time!”
Plates were set and treats doled out, for Ruby and for the teddy bears. Lilith
opened the tea pot and stuck a finger inside. “Mommy never makes it hot
enough.”
Placing little red stained hands to either side of the pot, Ruby watched as the
water began to simmer, then boil, steam rising from the pot until Lilith
removed her hands and put the lid back on. “There. That’s better. Open wide.”
Unable to wrench her head away, unable to blink, Lilith sighed and Ruby’s neck
snapped back, jaw open wide. Her hands were folded neatly in her lap on a patch
of dress growing wet, dull thrum in time with her pulse of too tight stitches
between her legs, as Lilith stood up on her toes to tip the boiling pot of tea
into Ruby’s mouth. Pouring too fast, it overspilled her lips and blistered the
skin of her chin and neck.
Suddenly the pressure of Lilith’s power holding her like a vice relented a
fraction and Ruby gasped, sputtering and choking, as her throat convulsed to
swallow some of the boiling tea. Her stomach revolted with a painful clench as
the milkshake and waffles she’d had for breakfast gurgled up her throat. Lilith
was still trying to pour tea in her mouth as Ruby’s body heaved, sick spilling
up out her with an acrid stench and burning in her raw throat. She didn’t even
sway in the chair while Lilith still held her upright.
Tears streaming down her cheeks and face scorched, vomit soaking into her
dress, when Lilith stepped away Ruby was able to lower her head of her own
volition and smile before Lilith froze her in place again.
“Oh no, it looks like you spilled some, silly doll. I’ll help with that.”
A napkin was fetched and Lilith crawled into her lap to pat at her cheeks.
“There. Don’t worry, it didn’t smear your make up much. You’re still pretty.
You’ll always be my pretty doll. You know that, right Ruby?”
Straining, Ruby had barely enough control of her own muscle to nod. Lilith’s
face lit up, her little body light in Ruby’s lap as short arms circled her neck
and pulled her closer for a hug.
Lilith had raised her from the pit and made her into what she was today, strong
and cunning. Lilith was more than a mentor, a companion, and although their
shared loyalty was to the utmost due to Lucifer, Ruby would always be Lilith’s.
In death and in hell, until their smoke was scorched from existence.
End Notes
     If you made it all the way to the end, congratulations. This was
     written for the February entry of SPN_Coldest_Hits, prompt 'pink lace
     is the new black'. (black eyed demon get it, eh, eh).
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