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TEST DRIVE MEME #4

ARRIVAL

You remember a dream.

Or maybe nightmare is more accurate.

It was full of hellfire nipping at your skin and a sensation of being pulled down no matter how much you struggle or cry for help. There's a voice that feels like it's coming from all around you at once. Contrasting with the nightmare unfolding around you, it's smooth as silk. It makes you want to listen with every bit of attention you can muster in the moment.

"Judgement has come upon you, but not to worry. It can still be undone."

The voice promises you redemption for your sins. It promises you a better life and everything you could ever want, if only you just stop struggling so much.

And so you do.

Everyone wakes up in the same room initially. The room is done up in red with a cushy bed, a window, an old TV in the corner on a desk, and a few Hieronymus Bosch paintings lining the wall. There's a bathroom to clean up in and any belongings will be sat around the room to be gathered later. There's a duffel bag provided for your convenience.

After feeling a sensation of falling or dropping onto the bed, characters wake up feeling like they've just slept for a week. Their body will feel heavy and stiff, they'll have a massive headache at first.

They'll quickly notice the list of their sins written with their blood on a bedside table on an old piece of parchment. This will mean the list is tied to them and can't be changed or tampered with. They'll also receive their device to connect with others and the network. It won't be anything terribly fancy. As a matter of fact, it looks like a very old Blackberry type phone.

Once characters are ready to leave the room, they'll head down long, winding halls. They're dimly lit and ominous feeling. They may encounter fellow sinners or demonic staff that will direct the newcomer down to the lobby to get their actual room key to settle in. They may be pushy, they may border on courteous. It really just depends on the mood of the staff at the time and how they're treated in return. Eventually, everyone comes to stairs that lead downward.

Once down to the lobby, you'll notice the front desk manned by a demon who looks bored out of its mind. To the side of him is the door to the kitchen where guests may help themselves. To the right is a small duty free shop that seems to have a surprisingly normal, expected stock of items. Look around a bit further, there will be a tiny bar tucked in through a corner door. It seems pretty well-stocked and best of all, self-serve if you want to get away from your demonic hosts for a bit. Of course there's some seating, bar games, and a jukebox tucked in the corner if you'd rather stay and socialize a bit.

Please note that all the songs on the jukebox are appropriately hell-themed. Hopefully Sympathy for the Devil is universally loved.

STAND YOUR GROUND

Prompt I

It seems like not long after everyone has either returned from the maze or arrived fresh to hell that the storms started yet again. A bit more sporadically and not the constant downpour of the previous month, but it's still blood and fire raining from the skies, along with claps of thunder and lightning strikes that seem far too close for comfort. Fortunately, there's not as much flooding this time. Unfortunately, a particularly loud clap of thunder and lightning that strikes close to the hotel seems to leave it and surrounding establishments in the dark. Quickly, the hotel becomes a cold place, urging all guests to to move to the lobby for some warmth.

A roaring fire will be going and there will be hot drinks and snacks kindly provided by the staff while they try to work on correcting the problem.

Eventually, some rather panicked goblin-like demons come rushing up from the basement. They're half-singed and dirty looking from their adventure, so it doesn't seem to bode well for the power returning any time soon. Guests who listen closely will hear the demons apologizing profusely for 'letting them escape' and much more worrisome than that, about how it looks like there might have been some tampering going on down there. The staff is quick to tell the demons to hush and go, not to worry the guests or let word get back to Lucifer.

Once that whole scene is squared away, the staff will be urging guests to volunteer and pushing them into a drafty, creepy basement with nothing but candles and flashlights to lead the way.

It's okay, they reassure, it's not that bad down there! The lights provided all seem to flicker dangerously though, almost completely going out at times, as you descend creaky stairs to a lower level. Apparently the demons are tired of risking their hide to get the power back on, but they're quite happy to risk all the guests'.

The basement is slightly flooded in some areas, bloody rain making its way through cracks in the foundation. It reeks of dampness and mold. There are things that skitter in the corner of your eye as you venture in further. Rats, bugs, and a few smaller beasts.

No one will be given more to go on than they're looking for a breaker box to reset, and hopefully, that'll get everything back up and running again. Unfortunately, there are so many twists and turns that it gets confusing after a while... How come the basement looks much bigger than it has any right to be anyway?

The basement is also jam packed with boxes just begging to be gone through. Most of them just seem to house an odd amount of clothing and what may be personal items left from previous guests, others hold decidedly more satanic and occult items. But if there's anything you're looking for in particular, from jewelry to a coat to a rad new walkman, you'll probably find it down here.

Keep going and you'll come across a room with a heavy steel door. If anyone should venture inside, they'll see a dungeon inside. There are demons chained to the walls in various ways, strung from the ceiling, or caged up that seem to be wasting away and forgotten. If they notice you, they'll try to plead with you to let them out, bribing you with information on Lucifer that no one else knows, but it's probably for the best you don't. There seem to be a few free spaces waiting for new additions after all... and besides, they've got to be locked down there for a reason, right?

Let them go against all better judgement and they'll most likely just rattle something off while they take off running as quick as they can.

Listen closely enough and you might hear tortured screams as they're presumably killed upon reaching the main floor of the lobby. It was probably inevitably, so don't blame yourself.

Anyway, moving on you keep going past the dungeon, and you'll finally find the room with the furnace and breakers to reset. It shouldn't take long to flip them back, but they'll continue to trip on and off for a while and may require multiple groups to make a return trek down to reset them until the demons finally correct the issues with the wiring that is causing these outages.

Speaking of issues with the wiring and what may have caused them... Hang around the bar or lobby enough, or around any area of the community, and you may hear muttering of something called The Veiled Order from beyond the gates. Some of the demons seem excited, others seem nervous. If asked, the demons may brush guests off. If drunk enough or given proper incentive, they may tell a story about a group of rebellious demons that Lucifer tried to cast out. They were damned to live in the burnt forests outside the gates, but sometimes, they still cause trouble.

Apparently, they thought they could be better rulers than Lucifer and were quite discontent with how he maintains Hell.

Some may say they're worried the Order is causing mischief by messing with the hotel, having had ample opportunity to sneak back within the gates. Others will laugh heartily and insist that it's a dumb tale to scare young demons, nothing more. Certainly nothing to worry about.

Another thing guests may overhear or bribe out of demons around the bar or club is talk about the call of infernal nightmares. If pressed for more info, the demons won't give much beyond the fact that it's a miserable thing, entirely miserable.

Prompt II

Apparently what the goblin-like demons accidentally set free are strange demons that possess fungi, dust, and dirt. They don't seem to quite be from this world, but they're called Coal Tars apparently. They're harmless creatures for the most part, but they do have a love of following around people with dark or sinister natures.

The staff will be offering a reward of a gourmet dinner of the guest's choice if anyone around the hotel will help to capture these little pests and bring them to the front desk. Afterwards, they'll be returned to the basement and locked away again.

Otherwise, people are free to ignore them or laugh at the people who can't seem to shake the little creatures following them around.

Careful though, breathing them in can make your lungs rot. Nasty way to go probably.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

Whether you've been here for months or you're freshly arrived, your demonic overlord expects some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. You can bargain your way out of it for a while. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the gym that's been fondly dubbed the torture room. It has all manner of equipment in there, along with an iron maiden even.

But don't worry about any of that right now. It probably won't be used.

You can try the door, but even with super human strength or every lock picking skill in the book, you won't be able to open it.

It soon becomes apparent what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of sins will appear on a table that's been placed in the center of the room with two handy knives. You can choose to guard these or not care at all that they're on display.

"Know that honesty is a good place to start on your road to redemption. Sure, it can be terrifying at first, but that's why you've been given a partner in this journey. Pick up your knives and carve at least one sin into each other's flesh. Help in the journey to be candid with everyone you should meet here!"

The voice echoes all around you again, just like in the nightmare, and once again there's the pull to give in. This voice really does seem like it has your best interests at heart.

"If you need a bit of encouragement, we'll be giving it shortly."

It isn't a lie or idle threat either. The longer you wait to do what's been requested of you, the more shallow cuts that will appear on both of your bodies. Are you really prepared to endure this pain when giving in would be so much easier?

And more than that, are you willing to let another suffer along with you?

Eventually, the cuts will stop if you suffer them long enough, but you'll have failed this challenge and sustained more damage than if you'd just gone along with it. Satan will also be very disappointed in you.

Prompt II

"A generous nature is an important part of being a righteous person. Greed is a sin my Father frowns on quite a bit. What I ask you to do today is to go out and find a gift for that special someone or friend of yours and give them something to smile over."

With the items available in the basement and the shop in the hotel carrying a few new items, Lucifer would like to spread the good will of gift giving. It doesn't matter if you're not well acquainted with each other yet. You don't need to be! Anyone can spread cheer by giving a gift.

And if you don't, expect to be in excruciating pain for a few hours, and struggling for a breath. If you can't share a gift, then you don't deserve to share all that oxygen, do you?

FOLLOW ME DOWN

Prompt I
Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, potential non-con/dub-con.

With all the sinners, new and old, the bar will be lit up with activity and absolutely bustling with guests and demons alike. Food and drinks will be readily available and provided by hotel staff (although they might not always know what humans eat. What do you mean, you don't like fried kitten?), music will be blaring, 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 will be a certain pull to stay and have a bit of fun.

You may not get much of a chance to have that in hell after all. So one drink won't hurt, right? Nor will one more after that.

There will also be every sort of party drug available that might tickle your fancy. There's no harm in experimenting, is there? You're already in hell and the staff is handing it out and so helpfully showing you how to use it, or recommending a type that would suit what you want.

You've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit, let loose. Hell might be pain and torment, but it's also a nonstop party in the bar.

There's even a brand new stage and a karaoke machine for those feeling brave!

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs as well. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell only the truth for a fun prank, or perhaps even potions that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes, or hands, off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right? You've got them now.

There are also 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, if you're in a gambling mood. 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, right?

Prompt II
Warnings: sex, aphrodisiacs, potential dubcon/noncon, potential kinks.

The club within Penance has always offered many options for debauchery, but now it seems they're stepping things up a bit. There are themed rooms for sex machines (the same that were present at the carnival) that can be controlled by a demon or a partner. If asked, they'll gladly set you up on stage to put on a performance for the entire club.

They won't side eye you for any other kink you ask for either, however depraved it is.

But the succubi are handing out potions again, that can be taken willingly or not. The purpose of them is to strip away all of your inhibitions... or in certain cases, your mind as well as your will. It will leave those who take the potion as a perfect little pet or slave for someone.

It doesn't matter if you're generally strong-willed or not interested in submitting. You'll find yourself wanting to please someone until it's the most important thing on your mind. Maybe until it's the only thing on your mind. It doesn't even matter if you generally hate or adore the person you've attached yourself to, you'll find yourself sinking down on your knees anyway.

This is the perfect time to play out all those daddy kinks, domination and submission scenes, or perhaps a bit of pet play. It doesn't matter what theme of the game you choose, you're suddenly all for it no matter what.

Because you just want to make someone happy, even if what makes them happy is hurting you as much as pampering.

MISC.
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[He grunts a little as he feels himself pushed up against the wall. He could get out of it, but he likes the feeling of James's knee where it is. In fact, Peter gets his hands on the guy's ass to pull him even closer. His tongue answers back against the prodding, groaning. Soon his hands venture up to push past James's shirt, too, letting his nails dig into the skin a little]

[ James hums deep in his throat. That's good but not good enough, and he grinds his hips harder against Peter, his own nails digging harder into flesh, encouraging Peter to do the same. James isn't looking for gentleness here, and he's hoping Peter's the kind of guy who likes things rough. Maybe not as rough as him, but at least enough to make it exciting. ]

[He isn't surprised to feel the other getting a little more rough with him. They are in Hell, after all. Being gentle would feel out of place. It isn't really what Peter wants, anyway. He slides his hands around to the front, shoving his hands up until they find James's nipples. He pinches them with his fingers and gives them a hard twist as he grinds up against the other]

[ James usually doesn't get too rough on a first time, but he's sure some shoving and handling won't put the guy off. This is almost tame when it comes to him, honestly.

He moans when fingers find his nipples and pinch them, his back arching and hips pushing back against Peter's. His hands claw at skin, fisting Peter's shirt in his hands as he starts tugging it up forcefully, eager to get it off of him. ]

[He lets out a low growl, pulling back just long enough for James to pull his shirt off and toss it away. Peter quickly does the same for the other before getting his hands on the exposed skin. Noting how James responded to it, he pinches one nipple again as the nails on his other hand dig into flesh as he rakes them up and down the length of James's back.

He rocks back against the man, trying to shift his legs in such a way that he can pull James even closer. Of course he could just do it with his mind, but where's the challenge in that?]

[ Now, that's easier. Too bad James doesn't have a lot of time to appreciate Peter's bare torso before his own shirt is being tugged off. He takes in a slow breath, heart picking up pace, just because he really can't help feeling just a little exposed whenever anyone gets to see his scars and injuries for the first time.

Some of them are older, and those he doesn't care about. Well, he does care about the large phaser blast on his back, but over it there are several lines slashed across skin from damage clearly caused by whipping, healed by now but not completely scarred yet. On his front, there are a couple of stab wounds, about as old as the whip marks. More recent than those, there's a smaller circular wound near his shoulder, and a gash going along the side of his arm. He doesn't mention a single one of them, even as Peter runs his nails over the various marks on his back.

Instead he gives Peter what he wants all too willingly, pushing a knees between Peter's legs again and forcing him to part them wider while he grinds up against him, one hand dipping low to grope his ass while the other drags up and down his back. ]

[Peter notices the scars but doesn't ask about them. The only visible scar he wears is the one cutting across his face, and even then he keeps it as a choice-- he could have healed from it along with all the other cuts and bruises he endured in his life. If he didn't heal, he would probably look as scarred as James, except he'd have regular bullet wounds instead of phaser blasts.

His fingers skim over them and go up into James's hair instead, gripping onto the locks hard and tugging. Peter lets out a grunt, nudging back against that knee. James will feel the other man's body starting to get eager for more]

[ He's very grateful that Peter doesn't ask. Not that he'd mind talking about them, but not right at the moment, when it would involve stopping what they were doing to talk. And talking is the last thing he wants to do right now.

He groans when Peter yanks on his hair, letting his head fall back with the forceful hold. He slots his knee farther up between Peter's thighs, moaning lowly when he rocks his hips and finds relief in the friction between their bodies.

His hands move to the button in Peter's trousers, popping it open in an eager rush, while he leans in and bites at Peter's lips. ]

[Talking isn't something he's interested in at the moment, either. He'd much rather focus on the knee butting up against him and the friction their bodies create as they grind together. He growls at the bite, his fingers tugging on James's hair in a way that hopefully assures James that Peter still approves of the rough play.

His hand goes down to open James's pants, too. The man will feel them being loosened without Peter's fingers actually touching him-- he used his powers without even thinking about it. He does use his hand to shove those pants off James's hips, though, so he can get a better hand on that ass]

[ He is pretty sure that he doesn't feel Peter's hands undoing his trousers, but he's got a firm grip on his priorities right now, and he decides quickly that questions can wait until later. Besides, he does feel Peter's hand slip down to grab at his ass, and that's infinitely better.

He moans and rocks his hips, fingers digging into Peter's hips, momentarily distracted. Then he rushes in undoing Peter's trousers, tugging down the fabric just enough that he can slip a hand down between Peter's legs, cupping the bulge there over his underwear. A sly smirk stretches across his lips. ] Mm, very good...

[He smirks feeling the hand on his cock. The bulge is getting pretty noticeable from all their kisses and touches. Peter is quick to return the favor, rubbing the heel of his palm against James's cock]

Yeah, I'd say so. But you're still too over-dressed.

[He shoves the pants down to James's knees, and the underwear soon follows. Peter grabs the now freed member]

Much better.

[ James's lips part in a gasp, hips bucking against the press of Peter's hand. The hint of friction is delightful, and James immediately wants more.

With his clothes halfway down his legs, he's quick to kick them off the rest of the way, moaning when Peter curls his fingers around the girth of his cock. ] Shit, that's good.

[ Biting on Peter's lips, he pushes his trousers farther down too, getting him just as naked, his fingers running over the length of his freed cock in a light, teasing touch. ]

[He smirks, giving James another squeeze. He makes quick work out of getting naked so he can grab James again and pull him flush against Peter's body. He bites back, grinding and letting out a gasp at the friction he's causing.

His hand goes back into James's hair, curling in tight. The other goes down to the man's ass to get a handful. It feels so damn good to just abandon himself and not have to think about all the shit from back home]

[ James groans, and moves closer all too happily. The contact feels even better without any clothes between them, and for a while James almost considers getting them off like this, grinding against each other with their erections trapped between their bodies.

Peter grabs his hair again, though, and he groans, getting all kinds of ideas. With a grin and another biting kiss, he starts moving lower, licking and kissing his way down Peter's torso as he sinks to his knees in front of him. He drags the tip of his tongue around the base of Peter's cock, doing nothing to discourage the hand still gripping his hair tightly. ]

[Peter probably could get off on this. It's been a while since he's had sex, so his body is a little more hungry for attention. But it's not really the way he would want to get off.

One does not need telepathy to know where James is going with this once he starts kissing down Peter's body. He bites his lip, pressing his body more flush against the wall for some stability. He lets out a gasp feeling that hot tongue on him and both hands immediately go into James's hair to grip on tight]

Oh, fuck, yeah. You look damn pretty down there on your knees.

[ James lets out a low, pleased hum when he feels both hands on his hair. Oh, he can only hope that'll serve a purpose soon enough. But for now, he runs his tongue over the length, mouthing almost hungrily at the hard flesh, lips resting teasingly against the head as he looks up. ]

Glad you enjoy the view. [ His lips curl into a smirk. He's sure he makes for quite the sight right now, and he sure isn't shy about putting on a show for Peter. Lips parting, he tips his head back and slips the tip of his tongue underneath the soft skin, teasing around the swollen head of Peter's cock, letting out warm, lewd sounds while he tastes him. ]

[His breathing hitches, his fingers tightening their grip already. Even though it has been a while, he can tell that James really knows what he's doing. The skillful way his tongue strokes along Peter's erection tells the guy's done this a few times before. And if that's true, then... Peter shudders as the thought enters his mind.

He'll wait for a while, letting James get a taste and feel for Peter's size. His fingers comb through James's hair almost gently]

Hm, you like the way I taste? Better give you some more, then.

[He gets a firm grip again and shoves his cock down James's throat. It's a rough and dominating move, and he eases off to see how James responds]

[ James does take advantage of each second, licking at the tip, sucking lightly around the crown. His lips stretch just wide enough to show Peter how much he can take, though he never quite bobs his head any lower, even his fingers only gently ghosting around the base of Peter's erection.

Considering how much he's teasing Peter, it's both a surprise and not when suddenly his hair is grabbed and his head is pulled forward, and he feels Peter's cock being forced down his throat. He lets out a sound, a protest that's muffled by the thick girth being shoved right down the tightness of his throat, and although he presses his palms against Peter's hips, he only pushes weakly, pretending to struggle while his dark, glazed eyes flutter and his muscles tighten as he swallows around the girth, clearly eager and hungry for more. ]

[There is a brief flicker of doubt where he wonders if he demanded too much too soon. His eyes flick down to James, watching the other man carefully. That pressure on his hips doesn't feel like James is really trying to push him back. Peter eases back more all the same, his fingers turning a bit more gentle again in James's hair.

But then he's gripping the locks hard between his fingers and shoving himself in roughly again. This time he holds James there, forcing him to accept the full length in his throat. He does ease up, but only to slam his cock back down James's throat again]

How about this: if it gets too much for you, squeeze my ass twice. But I hope it doesn't. I'd like to fuck your mouth until I come down your throat.

[ James doesn't need gentle. In fact he frowns when Peter's fingers ease their hold, and he's about to protest when suddenly the grip is back, and Peter catches him yet again by surprise as he shoves his cock deep into his mouth.

He lets out a muffled cry, eyes screwed shut, but lips stretched wide and tongue pressed against the underside of his cock. He finds that he can't breathe at all when Peter holds his cock where it is for a while, buried down his throat, but the sensation is exhilarating.

He groans deep when Peter pulls back again, a choked noise that's just pushed back down with the next deep, forceful thrust. His mouth is a little too full to answer, but he blinks his eyes slowly, hands squeezing Peter's ass just once to let him know he understands, and to further encourage him to keep going. Peter really would have to do something much more vicious than fuck his throat raw for James to want him to stop. ]

[He likes that James is willing to be rough. Peter could be gentle, but this honestly doesn't feel like a place where gentleness makes sense. Besides, it's easier to lose oneself if they're being rough. So he keeps his tight grip on James's hair and continues thrusting hard inside the man's mouth, trying to get his cock in as deep as the man's throat can take it.

Every now and then he mutters something like "Yeah, that feels good" or makes some sort of pleasurable noise. Otherwise he lets the heavy breathing and the slap of their bodies eat up the silence. He tugs on James harder]

Hey. You get ready to swallow me when I come.

[ It's a little hard to make too many sounds with his mouth full like this. At best he manages some swallowing and choking sounds, the occasional whimper or moan that's muffled by the cock stuffed in his mouth. He closes his eyes and tries to open his jaw as wide as it'll go, tilting his head further so Peter knows he's ready.

With how roughly Peter's handling him, grabbing and yanking at his hair while he forces himself down his throat, chances are he'll choke. But honestly, he couldn't care less. This is exactly what he was hoping to get out of going down on him, and he's not the least bit disappointed by the treatment he gets.

He hollows his cheeks and presses his tongue against Peter, swallowing around the head whenever it hits the back of his throat, making himself even tighter for Peter. Working the best he can to coax that orgasm out of Peter. ]

[He can hear all those noises but they don't slow him down. If anything, he rocks his hips a little faster. He fists James's hair, hard enough to really give him a spike of pain. Every thrust of his hips and swallow from James is making him get closer.

He cries out when the orgasm finally hits, forcing his cock deep into James's throat. He knows the man is likely to choke on the hot come but he holds himself in position anyway, at least for a few heartbeats. Then he pulls away so James can manage to swallow the load, his fingers almost gentle again combing through the man's hair]

Swallow all of it.

[The words are in a low growl, like an order]

[ James tries the best he can to swallow, eyes screwed shut and little tears staining around his eyes at the strain to his throat. He lets out deep, choking noises with each thrust, all but crying when finally Peter pulls back just enough that he can manage to both breathe and swallow properly.

He does the best he can. A bit sticks to his tongue and lips, but eventually he has to break away, coughing to clear his throat from the remnants still threatening to go down the wrong pipe, in his eagerness to breathe in again.

But he does as told, anyway, licking his own lips clean and lapping up Peter's softening length, swallowing every last bit down as he glances up at Peter with a lewd smile. ]

[Peter watches the other obey him as best he can. He smiles a little, petting James's hair encouragingly. At last he seems done and Peter lets his cock slip out of the man's mouth]

Bet you want some attention now, huh?

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