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TEST DRIVE MEME #4

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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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Billy moves to try to work open Frank's jeans, fumbling just a bit because he's too busy focusing on the mouth on his neck, the excitement thrumming through his veins at being out in the open like this. Anyone could look over and catch them, watch them.

It probably shouldn't be as tempting a thought as it is, but he's beyond worrying about it, especially when he gets his hand inside his jeans and palms over him.

"Gladly."

Frank laughed a little at that eagerness, but it thrummed in him. He pressed toward the attention, seeking it, barely contained in his softly-panted eagerness. Billy's palm was warm and his mouth was sweet looking, and Frank's cock was as eager as the rest of him, already straining against attention.

He put a hand on Billy's shoulder but didn't quite nudge. Whenever he was ready, Frank was.

He leans up to press a quick, teasing kiss to Frank's lips. "Remember, stay where you are."

Or at least keep him covered. He might be willing to push it in public, but he likes the relative privacy of having Frank standing in front of him.

He sinks down to his knees and draws Frank out properly. His fingers stay wrapped around the base of his length before he leans in to graze his lips over the head, followed by a swift swipe of his tongue. Lips come properly around Frank soon after though to draw him shallowly into his mouth, no rush behind his movements even though they're surrounded by people and demons alike.

They were to an edge but still in public, and something like shame flashed up Frank's spine but he was helpless against it, the sight at his feet. Billy was gentle and eager, and Frank didn't want to share that with anyone else. It was easy to try and make them as unobtrusive as possible--but then, nobody seemed to notice or care one way or the other. There was plenty else going on to distract them.

Frank was narrowed to just this. He ran his fingers into Billy's hair and groaned softly, narrowly avoiding the urge to fuck into his mouth while he luxuriated in his activity.

Billy's eyes darted up to try and look at Frank when fingers went through his hair. It's enough to have him give a quiet moan around Frank as he draws him deeper into his mouth. Cheeks hollow out around Frank as one of his hands trail down over a thigh, kneading into muscle absently.

Even if he wasn't in the direct line of sight, there was still that thrill of excitement, of someone catching them going through him. More than that, there was how Frank looked above him, how he sounded. There's an even bigger thrill at knowing he's the one drawing out all these noises.

Every glance down gave him something new and wonderful to look at: the knit of Billy's eyebrows or the purse of his hips or the hollow of his cheeks or the gentle tension of his fingers. It was all lovely, and easy to fall into.

His hips jerked forward slightly and he groaned softly. What a sweet mouth he was, a sweet boy on his knees and looking so keen.

The jerk isn't entirely unexpected and isn't deep enough to have him choking or anything, but it does have him pausing for a moment. Long enough to adjust himself to accept any movements easier as one hand slides around to Frank's ask, giving him an encouraging little tug forward.

His free hand finds its way between his own legs after a moment, rubbing over his trapped cock for any sense of relief.

"Fuck," Frank breathed. He leaned forward enough to press his forearm against the wall above Billy's head, and his forehead to his arm. His fingers glanced gently over his hair, his ear, his jaw. Fitfully, he thought of dark corners and secret assignations during basic and deployment. Frank was never ashamed of his sexuality or the things he did with the people he cared about, but he'd been secretive by design and default for so long that this moment was more like anything he'd done than most of the things he got up to.

It didn't help that Billy's hair was dark, his jaw neat and slim, his body lean. Frank didn't want to think of someone else on their knees in front of him, but he was a little.

"Is that all you want?" He wasn't entirely sure he said it out loud.

For a little while, Billy is lost in the weight of Frank's cock against this tongue, the taste of him. Even the way he curled above him on the wall is something pleasant to focus on. It's only when his voice breaks in through his concentration that he looks up at him.

And soon after, he's drawing back off of Frank and leaning back against the wall as he considers that.

He's already so far in, what's taking things one step further, really? Especially with how shameless this club can be at times. "Fuck me against the wall?"

Frank laughed, but it was kind, just amused at the bald, shameless request, the need driving it. His cock throbbed slightly. He brought a hand back to Billy's hair and squeezed slightly, drawing him up so that he could kiss him.

He slid his hand down, palming at Billy's ass. "Don't s'pose you've got lube, do you?"

Billy leaned into that kiss, letting it muffle a soft noise when Frank's hand found his ass. "Mm, I'm magic, remember? I can get you almost anything you need."

The words are murmured against Frank's lips, followed by a quick, playful nip. "How do you want me?"

"Just gonna lube yourself up, because we want it to happen?" Frank kept his mouth close, his hand attentive. He brought his hand around and opened his jeans, shoving them down. First step was to get him stripped, despite being still partially in the open. Next--well, Billy wanted it against the wall, but...

"Pretty sure I can fuck you against the wall and hold you up to do it."

"Mhm... that's how my magic works at least." He leans up for another kiss even as Frank shoves his jeans down. He feels exposed for a moment, heart pounding harder in his chest as he think about just how in the open they are...

Or maybe it's just the way that promise sends a sharp wave of want through him. He nods. "If you can do that, then definitely."

It was now something to achieve, though Frank had a niggling sense that they ought not try it in the open, or without some sort of proper cushioning nearby if he couldn't manage it. But for right now, Billy seemed to want it, and so Frank was committed.

His hands pawed at Billy's ass, and he nuzzled at his jaw before returning to his mouth. One of his fingers nudged inward, teasing against Billy's hole but refusing to do more than tease until they thought of how to get his slick and ready.

Billy's mouth moves to Frank's neck, hungrily exploring the skin. There's a mumbled spell in between though that will leave Frank's fingers slick to encourage more beyond teasing.

"Please," he murmurs against an ear before he bites at the lobe. "More."

"There it is," Frank sighed, hearing but not quite marking the words that Billy spoke to make it happen, feeling the slick on his fingers. He sank one into Billy without further pretense, sighing against his hair.

The begging was a nice touch. "Good boy."

The good boy was an even nicer touch, surprisingly. He lets out a soft, pleased noise that he doesn't think will be heard over the rest of the noise in the club, pressed against Frank's throat.

"I can be even better, you know... especially if we get some place private sometime."

Frank hummed. He was knuckle deep in Billy and he didn't really seem to be complaining about that. There was a stubborn part of him that, at the mention of privacy, wanted to show the kid off. It was dwarfed by a quiet possessiveness, some sort of animalistic urge to have Billy to himself, as much as he could.

"Should we go somewhere private?" It was a suggestion, at least. He was still going to pick Billy up and fuck him against a wall, but if he wanted a door between them and the rest of the world, Frank would oblige.

"Mm... not yet. After this." He brushes another kiss somewhere along Frank's jaw, slowly mapping his way back to press one properly against his lips.

"You won't be that worn out, right?"

"Wow, kid," Frank said, a bit of a tease to be called out like that.

He worked his fingers into him, kissed him hungrily. He'd have plenty of recovery time between whatever they did and wherever they got to after this.

He accepted the kiss graciously, then slid his own mouth down Bill's neck, worrying bruises into his skin. He rocked his hips against him, a bit hungry. He slid his fingers out of Billy and, finding them still slick, stroked his cock.

"Ready?" Not so much to take him, but to be lifted up. He stooped just a little, put his hands securely on the back of Billy's thighs. "Put your arms around my shoulders, and when you're up, legs around my waist."

"Yeah..." Ready to be lifted, ready for more. Billy's patience is wearing thin, eager to just feel and have more of Frank. His arms slide up around his shoulders to hold on, legs wrapping around his waist securely.

He gives a bit of a breathless grin, skin flushed just slightly, heart pounding in anticipation. There's no way no one will be fooled by what they're doing in the corner right now, no way to really hide.

He lifts one hand to play through his hair lightly. "Come on. I'm ready."

Billy was solid, but Frank had expected that. He was a lean boy, fit, and almost Frank's height. But Frank had practice on moving people, and equally as much holding them up while he did things like this.

He let go of one of Billy's thighs long enough to line himself up, and he let Billy's weight sink him down. He was still a little tight, but not unpleasantly. Frank felt the urge to ramp up, to really go hard, but he bit it back with a groan that he buried into Billy's throat.

A couple slightly desperate moves and Billy's own weight had him sunk in in short order.

Billy holds on as securely as he's able while he presses his face in against Frank's neck in an attempt to muffle the desperate noises that spill from his lips as he sinks down on his cock. The fact that they're in a public space is forgotten for the moment as he adjusts to the fullness, lets himself get lost in the heat of a body pressed against his, solid and sturdy--

Fuck, he can't remember the last time someone held him up like this, but he plans to enjoy it.

"More," manages, breathless as he shifts, tries to chase Frank for a proper kiss. He doesn't care if he's entirely ready for more yet, he wants it.

"Greedy," Frank teased, but he'd give him more. It burrowed under his skin now, that urge, that drive. He pressed Billy up against the wall, better leverage and support as he pressed in all the way, buried himself right to the hilt and groaned at the delicious heat of him.

They were going to gather a crowd. Frank couldn't find that he cared. Instead, he kissed Billy's hair and let him hide in his neck, gripped his thighs and moved him. Mostly he kept his hips where they were, steady and straight, and just moved Billy, rocking him intently. Using him. What a filthy thought, that this lovely young man was perfect to use as some sort of masturbation sleeve.

"You're not complaining," he manages breathlessly, whatever shame at his current position is quickly forgotten for the moment as they start moving-- or more precisely, Frank starts moving him.

And fuck if that isn't hot. The strength behind the movements, being fucked like this... both. He bites at his lower lip to keep an noises quiet as he scrambles for purchase somewhere, anywhere, nails biting into his shoulders.

TEST DRIVE MEME #4

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lol did we ever put a warning on this thread I can't remember anyway cw: for objectification I guess

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