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TEST DRIVE MEME #34

Arrival

"Judgement has come upon you. God has deemed you worthy of Hell. But don't worry, it can still be undone," comes a soothing voice that echoes all around you. The voice promises comfort, hope even.

It may seem like a nightmare at first, despite all of that. Full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. Wretched, unseen hands pull at you, grip tight at your body, tighten on your throat, skeletal fingers grab at your face, slide in your mouth and jab at your eyes as they struggle for purchase. It feels like for a moment, they may snap your neck as they tug and pull. The more you resist, the more phantom hands are added to your struggling body.

It feels like they could tear you apart if you let them. The only thing to do is to let go and stop fighting.

And so you do.

Darkness and nothingness consumes you for a second, And it seems to linger for a long time. There is nothing at all. It must be lonely. But it won’t be forever.

Initially, everyone opens their eyes to a long, dark corridor made of stone. They find themselves in what appears to be a long queue with other sinners, palm bloody.

Characters find their bodies feel heavy and stiff, bruised with odd hand prints here and there that they received during their journey down below. A massive headache throbs behind their temples. They are urged forward to take a numbered ticket and wait their turn in the long line. As they're ushered forward through the corridor, their first stop will be to see Lilith, standing outside her office.

The woman in a smart suit and a friendly smile steps forward to greet sinners one by one. "I'm sorry for your rough landing. We've never gotten it quite as smooth as it was in the past. Please, let me see your hand--"

Once she has the sinner's hand, there's the warm, almost electric touch of magic that soothes away the aches and pains, heals the wound left behind on each sinner's palm. Lilith looks satisfied with her work and gives a nod. "There, all better. Please take your care package and continue on until you reach the stairs."

On their way out, sinners receive their 'package', a contract detailing all sins committed. If they look at the list closely enough they'll notice it's written with their blood. That explains the palm wound then. It's an old piece of parchment despite the freshly written letters upon it. They will also receive a slightly more modern smart phone. Think early generation Android and a pamphlet made by other sinners during their stay here with useful tips.

After that, sinners will be ushered on to a set of stairs where a guard waits. "Welcome to Penance," the demon says gruffly before motioning them on without an ounce of courtesy. "Don't hold up the line."

They seem to go on and wind forever, but eventually, they come upon what appears to be a lobby of a hotel. Once there, they will notice several shops and other areas around the front desk.

The demon at the front desk looks rather bored, but when sinners approach? He seems to snap to attention to offer whatever help they might need of him. He will at least direct to food or rooms to rest their wary bodies, or recommend sights to see around the hotel.

Stand Your Ground

"Rise and shine, darling!" Lucifer's voice booms within everyone's minds one fine morning, and sinners will almost feel how infectious his good mood is. And what does he not have to feel good about? They've rescued sinners from Mammon's latest antics and now they can hopefully move on with their lives, without any further interference. "Those who have been here for a while will know that the annual Carnival is well on its way. This time, I would like to assure all of you that I have taken every utmost precaution to ensure it's a good event for everyone from beginning to end!"

"Regardless of what my father would like to see, I would like to reward all of you for standing at my side. All of you havedisplayed astounding bravery and care for your fellow sinners and demons alike. This deserves a reward in my book. So no torture, no pain, no zoos to be forced into... just a bit of fun and games. This time, the clowns have been told to mind their manners!"!

Some of the sinners who have been here since the beginning may feel their stomachs clench in fear at the mere thought of a carnival, but the atmosphere is... happy. Demons are being far kinder than they have been in the past, approaching with kinder requests to help. Some may get a little rough around the edges, may shove or criticize or look like they want to hit, but be patient! Hell is all they really know and those old habits die hard at times! They got the spirit at least...

To show their thanks, they're bringing out cans of Speed Energy again (can you guess the secret ingredient?) that will have sinners absolutely buzzing to help. Decorations need to be placed, rides need to be set, tables for vendors and games. It seems like the beginning of some sort of tunnel of love is being put together by Lilith and the sex demons...

Lucifer is even walking around personally supervising and checking in on sinners with enthusiam and warmth. There may be an air of nervousness about him -- he is technically disobeying God and they still haven't found Emmanuel, but he's putting on a brave face at least!

For those who'd rather opt out of manual labor, some of the succubi have set up lemonade stands. They're offering cups for kisses - and don't worry! They're inviting sinners to join in the fun and take over some of the stands!

There's also some late Spring Cleaning going on around the hotel and guests will find boxes of items left outside to rummage through that may include newer clothes, games, and other sources of entertainment. There may even be the odd weapon or two! Staff will not say no if anyone wants to give them a bit of a and with the cleaning and dusting either... it seems the large spiders have come back in to try to spin their webs and stay. Don't worry! Even though they may rival a chihuahua, these guys tend to be docile and friendly. Be careful you don't accidentally adopt a pet!

Reach Up High

WARNINGS: blood, torture

"My dear guests!" Lucifer greets as sinners are led to a room with two seats and a table in between. They then will be made to sit by two burly demon escorts.

"What I am asking of you is rather simple... pick a sin from your contract, any sin, and explain how you got to that point. Simple enough, yes? Perhaps gaining a better understanding of what made you sin in the first place will clear a path into avoiding situations like this in the future, as well as form that all too important human connection that I'm told some of you are desperately needing. Please don't try to get out of it... I really would rather not punish you.".

And true to his word, so long as sinners comply and share what made them perform a sin on their list, they'll be let go. If, after five minutes, nothing has been shared, a headache will begin. The pain will gradually increase until it floods the body. Nosebleeds may begin to happen, so will bleeding out the ears or eyes. Eventually, a sinner may even lose a sense for a 24 hour period.

Is it really worth potentially going blind just to get out of a little bit of talking? Come now...

(Effects should begin 5 comments in and gradually worsen until sinners either give in or start to lose one of their senses. After this, they'll be released from the room regardless whether they complied or not)

Follow Me Down

Prompt I

WARNINGS: Potentials for sex, aphrodisiacs, non/dub-con, etc.

Club Penance has decided to don a new theme for the night! The theme is lingerie. The staff now wear more modest lingerie reminiscent of the '50s. Elegant, pretty, tantalizing. Or maybe it's just the aphrodisiacs in the air and food that make one feel that way.

They are also insisting everyone else put on lingerie as well. Don't worry! It's not old fashioned and anything that suites your fancy will be available. Try to skip out? Guests will find it magically appear on them... and possibly not in the theme they'd choose for themselves. If magic fails, the staff or local demons may take it upon themselves to slip it on the poor sinner themselves.

Swinging is an event happening tonight. Put your key from Hotel Penance or Hellburbia into a hat, another sinner draws it out... whoever gets your key will be your lucky partner for the night for any kind of fun! Sinners may find their keys disappearing and appearing in the hat entirely without their knowledge... but staff will be very persistent about follow-through! There will be rooms available for fun in the Club, for those who'd rather not go back to their personal rooms.

Other than that, oddly enough tables have been set up for romantic dinners, private rooms are available for sexual activities (not all of these are vanilla. There are toys and machines and anything else one could want, including costumes or things to suit any fetish). There's also live entertainment in the form of dancing or sexual performances on stages around the club. Volunteers are more than welcome!

For those not partnered up, there's speed dating where demons will lead a prospective partner to your table for a little bit of a chat and a drink. They may not always get your tastes spot on, but hopefully it's entertaining for all involved! if sinners find their drinks seem to have a little extra aphrodisiac added to them, oh well. It was probably an honest mistake.

Those who are attached, either via Casino Styx or through other means may find themselves growing oddly loving or possessive of one another. Jealousy and the urge to claim their partner (even in public) will grow substantially throughout the night. While it may not always result in violence and instead be enthusiastically embraced by both parties, it may also result in the urge to leave marks or claim in darker ways. Collaring their partners, leaving their names, etc. They're yours and don't you want everyone to know that?

Alcohol does flow freely around the club and usual demonic drugs or party drugs are available on demand.

Prompt II

WARNINGS: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con

With all the sinners, new and old, the hotel bar will be lit up with activity. Drinks will be readily available, there's food in the kitchens if anyone wants to bother serving it, music will be blaring whenever there's electricity, and overall, there will be an energy to the atmosphere that's absolutely contagious. Even if you aren't typically inclined to linger at these sorts of events there may be be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.

You might not get much of a chance to have that in Hell, after all. One drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that, and after that. Ah, sweet gluttony. Why not have a pastry next? There's some delectable sweets available just a few steps away. More of a meat person? Like things salty? Fear not, it looks like someone graciously brought all sorts of snacks and foodstuffs from the kitchens to the bar as the night progresses. Indulge! You deserve it.

Similar to Club Penance, the bar also has every sort of drug available that might tickle your fancy and some you've never heard of. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in Hell. The staff will offer to show anyone how to use the drugs or give advice for what to try if you tell them what you want to experience. Shockingly, they won't lie! Their advice is good word its just you might not have been exactly prepared for it.

There's a stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave or just wanting to torture people with some sweet, sweet renditions of The Devil Went Down to Georgia.

There are tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with. Since currency as most are familiar with it doesn't quite exist down here, most of the demons seem to be accepting bits of your soul or offers to do chores around the hotel. You may also get pulled into a fun game of strip poker against one of your fellow guests for a few succubi that are having a night out.

Relax and enjoy your night. Coming here and facing your sins is the hard part, so surely you deserve to have a little fun.

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There was a soft snarl from the next booth over where Steve was trying to hide in the shadows. He'd had to walk all the way across the room to get to the edge and everyone was able to get a good, long view of what he was wearing, something he was still tempted to tear off. The only problem with that was then the hotel won, making him wander naked instead of covered in at least something. Not that a god damned dress was much better!

Steve had no explanation why wearing a dress himself usually bothered him so much, and he didn't try to examine it much either. It just did. Sometimes it didn't, but mostly it did. He liked it a lot on other people though, which again didn't make the most sense. Steve gnashed his teeth and shifted on the bench, the chiffon of his dress whispering over the fabric and his skin.

"Mind your own business Henry. I'm not in the mood to be nice."

Something mischievous flickers across Henry's face as he leans over and pops one of the straps of Steve's dress right over Steve's nipple. "I said you looked good; you could just take it all off," He laughs, lips curling into a smirk. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before, and that is a very good look on you."

The sound he made would terrify most people. Steve fumbled with the strap, trying to get it back in place because it was somehow worse to have it swinging free. His face burned with humiliation he couldn't rationalize and he all but vibrated where he sat, still trying to hold back. His words were barely understandable his teeth were gritted so hard.

"Back off Henry. I won't warn you again."

Henry smiles at the reaction; he's in a mood tonight. He leans over his booth into Steven's, tilting his head a little, the leash still hanging from his chest harness as he hooks his finger through another strap, getting ready to pull it. "What are you going to do, Steven? Spank me?" He laughs.

Steve's hand was suddenly wrapped in that ridiculous leash and he yanked Henry down so that his lips were pressed against the man's ear. There was nothing but barely checked rage in his voice and his skin all but burned against Henry's fingers where they still held the other strap.

"You wish I'll only spank you. Keep trying me and I'll rip you apart Henry. You can't run fast or far enough to escape me tonight." Why had he come? Why had he stayed when the outfit was so contrary to what he felt comfortable in? Maybe he'd been hoping someone would make him feel good, in those bad ways he tried so hard to hide. Unfortunately, Henry wasn't who he wanted to be teasing him about the dress. It was just the bad kind of humiliation firing his rage.

Not that that couldn't be turned into twisted pleasure as well . . .

Henry grunts as Steve pulls him forward, his chest hitting the barrier between their booths. He blinks and pulls back a little, the bruises from the blow to his chest appearing and vanishing in a matter of minutes.

Henry finally bites his tongue; perhaps he pushed it a little too far, but it wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last.

"You underestimate my abilities, Steven," Henry says softly, but he reaches up and puts his hand on the side of Steven's face, "Take a breath," He says, eyes dark, almost all pupil, as he smoothly climbs into Steven's booth pressing against the man, "I didn't mean to upset you," He smiles a little, "I just enjoy pushing buttons and running my mouth a little too much," He says fingers pushing up into Steven's hair, "If your outfit bothers you so much, why don't we get your out of here and out of it," Henry offers, "Or we could just stay in this nice dark corner,"

"Do I? Maybe it's you that underestimates me Henry. You've never actually seen me angry." He watched the man with narrowed eyes, fighting the urge to knock Henry's hand away and just bolt. Steve continued to sit perfectly still as the man climbed beside him and pressed close, listened as Henry made something like an apology, and thought about what he wanted.

His eyes closed as Henry stroked his hair, some of the tension slowly draining out of him. Steve heaved a deep sigh and relaxed against the booth, opening his eyes only halfway to meet Henry's gaze, "Normally I don't mind the needling. There's just something about a dress . . ." He shook his head a little and shifted uncomfortably, absolutely not wanting to talk about things.

"I like people in dresses, I just don't like to be in them myself. It's not rational." Just because he knew it wasn't rational or logical didn't mean he could fix it though. Steve leaned into Henry's hands with another, gentler sigh, speaking softly, "That's nice. You can keep doing that . . ." His hair really was one of his most erogenous zones. It was an excellent way to calm him down.

Henery cards his fingers through Steven's hair again, playing with the strands at the base of Steven's neck before gently petting through Steven's hair again. He can hear the man's heart beginning to slow as he relaxes. "Take another breath," Henry says softly.

"It's not irrational," Henry points out softly, "Everyone has limited things they like and don't like," He says easily, gesturing to a demon, "You're allowed to like to see people in dresses and not enjoy wearing them yourself, "I'd rather be naked than in fetish wear," He shrugs. "You could take the dress and heels off if that would make you feel better, and I'll keep this up," He scritches Steven's scalp a little.

The demon comes with a hookah and a glass of blood for Henry, "What would you like to drink, Steven?"

He did as he was told, hungry for a loss of the anger coursing through his veins. There was no one he could fight with and not destroy so it was better to let it go. If James had still be in the hotel . . . Well, he wasn't. There was no one Steve could currently turn to for the darker needs that sometimes got so strong. That was why he'd come to the club in part, for the small chance someone could stand up to him.

Stupid.

Steve let the words flow over him, focusing on the feel of those hands in his hair. Although his eyes were open, they were mostly unfocused as he let his mind go blank. He noted the gesture, and the when the demon came over he blinked and his eyes grew a bit sharper, though he didn't try to sit up and look alert. Steve's lips twitched a little when he saw the glass, amused Henry would risk what the club might try to slip him.

"Whiskey. Double."

Henry has always been a risk-taker; he wouldn't have gotten on the ship to the Americas if he hadn't been. There also wasn't much of a choice when he needed blood when he couldn't feed from someone, and he wasn't going to press Steve for that now.

If Steven told Henry what he needed, he would happily give it to the man; it was hard to hurt Henry and catch him if you weren't of his kind. But had a feeling like Bucky, Steven could give him from time to time, though he still very much craved the rush of being with another vampire... well Abraham, and no other.

He takes a long drag from the hookah savoring the flavor, something sweet he'd only ever tasted in the smoke; it's one of the reasons he enjoyed it, foods he'd never have.

Henry blows a smoke ring turning to let some of the smoke drift toward Steven before leaning in and kissing the blond blotting at his lower lip before pulling back and taking a sip from his glass.

"Good," He says, watching Steven, eyes dark, a slight smirk on his face, "Are you starting to feel better?" He says, fingers carding through his hair again, this time trailing all the way done the man's back and then back up into Steven's hair.

The smoke was fragrant, probably a lot more for him than almost anyone else in the club. It was deep and layered and interesting, and he pulled in a deep breath, holding it along with some of the smoke. As a rule he didn't use drugs, or smoke, but sometimes . . . Sometimes he just didn't care. His eyes went to half-mast when Henry kissed him, and while he didn't really kiss back, he made no move to push the man away. He was still deciding what he wanted, trying to move past the anger.

His eyes closed fully and he leaned into Henry's hands. A little more tension left him and some of that burning rage as well. It really was so irrational! And that made him angry too, that he had such a ridiculous issue he couldn't move past. But the smoke and the hands in his hair were doing an excellent job of pushing all that away. He mumbled with an amused smirk as he let Henry's hands soothe him.

"Why do you call me Steven?"

"Because it's your name," Henry says, fingers tracing down Steven's spine with a bit of pressure, "Would you prefer I call you something else?" He asks, fingers stopping at the point where Steven's back turns into tail bone and working his way back up, then giving the back of Steven's neck a firm squeeze.

He smiles a little watching the blond start to relax under his touches. He takes a sip from his drink with his free hand, as the other stays at the back of Steven's neck, thumb rubbing a circle on one of the arteries.

"No one calls me Steven unless they're mad. It's Steve, Henry." He shifted as Henry's hands moved up and down his spine then stayed on his nape. Steve was generally happy to have anyone touch him anywhere, but the way Henry did it was both possessive and dominating. And he liked it. But it was difficult to let control go. He still didn't completely trust Henry, and he wasn't sure he actually liked the guy either. There were certain things . . .

"What would you call me if I said I was bothered?" Steve's words were slow and his voice was soft, almost drunk. Letting someone have such control was better than alcohol or drugs or anything else. It lasted longer too.

"What would you like me to call you?" He asks, pressing a soft, brief kiss to Steven's lips. He pushes the dress away and onto the floor, "You tell me what you want to be tonight?" He says, picking up Steven's glass and holding it to the man's lips, "Drink a little so that I can have a taste; if it's in your blood, I can have some," He smiles a little, letting his hand move from Steve's neck to start trailing along Steven's back again fingers tracing the line of the young man's spine.

"Steve I guess. It's my name . . ." He tried to follow the man's mouth slightly to get another kiss, but not so strongly he shifted much in his seat. Getting kissed was nice, but he wanted to see what else Henry had in mind. The not-knowing was the real appeal. After all, he'd had sex plenty of time with people he wasn't sure he liked, but few with those who surprised him.

Steve didn't protest when Henry undressed him, he just let the dress fall away with a sigh of relief. As much as he didn't like the idea of being naked where people could see him, the dress had been messing with his head something awful. He felt the glass at his lips and snorted softly but opened his mouth to let Henry pour the alcohol in. It wouldn't have any real effect on him, so he didn't bother to do anything but swallow it down. His eyes stayed closed and Steve just let the man play with him. It felt so good . . .

"I suppose this means you want a bite, huh? I guess tonight I wanna be a meal."

"Alright, Steve," Henry says, licking his lips, watching the man swallow down the amber liquid, "I do want a drink, but you're more than a meal; now that you're nice and calm, you're a rather good boy." He smiles, setting the empty glass down. He takes Steve's chin in his thumb and forefinger, tilting it slightly and biting into the soft flesh of Steven's neck more gently than he ever has, taking a few deep drinks.

He pulls back the hand not holding Steven's face, giving the man's ass a few firm pats before softly trailing back up his spine, returning to the back of Steven's neck, then curling into the blonde locks. He lets go of Steven's chin and smiles a little at him, leaning in for another soft kiss.

Steve chuckled and then shivered just a little. It had been a long, long time since he did any actual playing with someone. Not since James. Henry wasn't that sort of hard core, he could tell that, but a softer version seemed like it might be possible. And that . . . that was worth exploring. The words made him flush even though he didn't acknowledge them otherwise, just let Henry move and pose him as he wished.

The sound he made when the fangs sank deep was definitely not chaste, but still, Steve did nothing even though his body started to react. Not only the appeal of the pain, but the act of drawing out his blood, the sounds of Henry swallowing it. Most people would never hear the muscles moving, but Steve could, and it was exceptionally erotic to him to hear and smell the way he was nourishing the man. Probably pretty messed up, but Steve had long ago stopped questioning his sexual kinks, he just never spoke about them.

Steve grunted at the light spanking, opening an eye to peer at Henry, one brow raised and cheeks still pretty red, "Spanking Henry? How naughty." He let Henry pull him back in for another kiss, smirking against the man's mouth, "How's the booze?"

"Given how you were behaving earlier, you should probably get a lot more," He says, licking his lips a little, dipping in for another slow drink from Steven's neck. "The drink is lovely, but I think in this case, it's the mixer that makes it enjoyable," Henry jokes.

Henry watches the flush creep across Steven's cheeks after his words, "Did you like something I said?" Henry asks, smirking a little.

Steve shivered and groaned as Henry drank again, wondering if the man knew how much he was being affected. How much he was allowing himself to be affected, "I could down some more you know. I could drink a gallon and still not feel a buzz, but I bet my blood would be about a 90 proof. Maybe higher. Can you get drunk Henry?"

He sidestepped the last question, not ready yet to give away more secrets. If Henry wanted to know, he could keep trying things. If Steve wasn't happy, he'd say so.

"Can partake in whatever drug or drink affects someone's blood, but it won't last very long," He says, lips moving against the soft skin of Steven's neck. "So sometimes, yes, you might not get drunk, but your liver probably wouldn't be too happy," He teases.

His fingers tighten a little in Steven's hair, "You didn't answer my last question, Steven." He chides softly.

Steve chuckled and shook his head slightly, not enough to affect Henry's attentions, "I heal too fast. I have something that'll actually get me drunk, but I don't use it often, and it doesn't last long. Probably about the same as you'd get. But if you wanna pour more alcohol into me for a better buzz, I won't object." Steve teased back, much more mellow than he'd started. Much more aroused too which was obvious with his lack of clothes.

He groaned softly when Henry's fingers tightened on his hair. Damn, that was good! Steve squirmed a little, lips curving up into an evil smirk, "Really? I thought I did. Maybe I didn't hear you? What was it you needed to know Henry?"

"Evasive brats don't get what they want, Steven," Henry shrugs; he can also play this game. His fingers stay curled in Steve's blond locks, his free hand picking up the pipe of the hookah and taking a long draw, and blowing out a smoke ring after a moment.

He sets the pipe down and tugs Steven's hair a little, exposing this neck again, and taking another slightly longer drink before pulling away and leaning back against the leather of the seat, licking his lips, "Evasive brats typically get ignored until they learn to use their words."

Steve just laughed. He was a brat when someone tried to play that game with him. James had sometimes found it amusing and let him get away with it. Other times, the man had forced him into doing what he was told. Steve really liked those times the best.

He made himself comfortable on Henry's shoulder as the man pretended to lose interest, not protesting when he was pulled up again to be another snack. Steve propped his chin on a hand and just watched the man, looking amused as hell, "You know, you never asked what really gets me off Henry. You probably should."

Henry lets out a low chuckle at Steven, shaking his head a little, taking another long draw from the hookah. "What do you like, Steven?" He asks, his voice low and relaxed. His coloring has lost some of the paleness he usually carries, almost a human look, from being well fed. He wonders how long until Steven starts to feel the blood loss, he should get the man something to eat.

"What do you like, Steven? Someone hurting you, acting out until you get what you want, the pain? Or is it something else?"

"Oh I like all those things, with the right person. You'll notice that I've never actually asked for anything you're not already willing to give, but that's not what I meant." He shifted so he was completely in Henry's lap and slid as far forward as possible, thighs spread wide, pressing his very obvious erection against Henry's belly. At least from the back no one else could see quite what was going on.

He bent his head and nipped along Henry's jaw to the man's ear, whispering in it, "What I like the best. More than anything? Is being denied. Make me wait for it Henry. Make me wait all night and I'll just get harder. Not getting off while I pleasure someone else is the best."

yay!

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