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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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Frank was not an inherently sensitive person, physically speaking. You couldn't be as a Marine, they beat it out of you at some point along the way, but Frank never really had been. Still, there was something about a lean body pressed against his, soft words, mouth on his skin that was easy to bloom under.

He helped, a little bit, to squirm out of his own jeans. It was mostly just a lot of rubbing up against Jim at that point, hands coming down to cup his ass and squeeze slightly.

"Could've just asked." It was a bit of a tease.

"I do have some sense of decorum," he huffed, leaning down and biting at Frank's taught, muscled stomach. His tongue danced across a path of carved muscle and scars, nibbling along hard flesh.

"Besides," he whispered, slowly sliding up Frank's body back towards his lips. "It was worth the wait." He nestled their hips together, slowly rolling against him, biting his lip as their cocks touched and brushed agains teach other.

Frank laughed softly. He worked his hips against Jim's, following the intention of it. If he preened under the slow, heavy-mouthed attention, it was mostly because Jim seemed to like that a bit, and because it helped to distract from the residual bits of pain from the cuts.

"We're not still waiting, are we?" he asked, smile easy and pressed into the kiss. He slid a hand between them to wrap around Jim's cock, pumping briefly.

"You'll have to let me up, if we want lube."

"The sacrifices one makes for pleasure," Kirk huffed, hissing between his teeth as Frank stroked him. But he took Frank's advice and sat up, sliding to the to release Frank and making himself comfortable back on the pillows.

Frank laughed a little. It felt good to laugh, to breathe easily in the space after a fraught moment. He'd missed it. The last he'd done it had been years ago now; he didn't let himself dwell on that.

Instead, he gave Jim a quick, parting kiss and then moved to get the lube from his side table.

Returning to him was easy. He draped over him this time, fit their bodies back together, leaned his forehead against Jim's. It was easy to find a filthy rhythm like that, stealing kisses in the midst of everything else.

He liked Frank’s laugh - something warm and deep about it that made his belly heat. His arms eagerly reached for the man when he came back to him, kissing fervently as he shifting his hips and thighs, nestling into him.

His legs wrapped around Frank’s hips, lifting himself up to meet that rhythm, letting out lewd gasps and moans against Frank’s lips. His fingers slid into Frank’s hair, or what he could of it, the others scraping along his back as anticipation made him writhe, keen in need.

“Frank,” he begged, thrusting up, grinding his swollen cock against hard abs.

While Jim got close and a little desperate, Frank got his fingers slick. He slid them between them, trailing slick over the swell of his balls and then between his cheeks to trace his hole.

"Oh, that sounds good," Frank sighed as Jim breathed that needy noise of his name. He nudged his finger in slowly and did nothing to stop his filthy grinding.

Jim smirked, leaning up to lick at Frank’s ear. His hips twitched when Frank teased him, using it to add a bit of extra sultry into his moan.

“Frank,” he begged again, biting at his ear and tugging before working down to his shoulder, tracing the curvature of his collarbone with his tongue and teeth.

Frank groaned softly, finger sinking slowly into Jim. He tilted his head slightly exposing more neck and shoulder and collarbone. He crooked his finger slightly, exploring, seeking that sweet spot because he desperately wanted to wok Jim apart. Change the pain and suffering into pleasure, build off that for as long as Jim would let him.

Frank wouldn’t need to wait long. He was kept quite active in hell as if were, his body more than happy to give way to Frank’s touch.

“You don’t have to be quite so sweet about it,” Kirk rasped, giving Frank a kiss involving more teeth than tongue. “Not that I mind. But you don’t have to hold back either.”

Frank curled his finger more intently, found that sweet spot inside him to press against and exploit. He kissed back, equally hungry and slightly vicious. "Maybe I want to make love, you ever think about that, punk?"

It was murmured into the kiss. "I mean, 'm gonna make you beg for it, but..."

“Oh, punk is it? That’s a new one,” he laughed, shifting into a groan when Frank’s fingers found that spot inside of him, curling towards Frank, his toes flexing as his hips shuddered.

His nails dug into Frank’s shoulder, carving faint red lines over his skin. His breath hitched, head laying back and baring his throat to the other.

“Fraaaaank,” he begged, rolling his body.

"Gotta be like ten years older than you. Definitely makes you a punk." Maybe he was exaggerating a little. But Kirk had a kind, young face, and everyone else was even more than ten years younger than him.

But that groan was even better than any teasing protest. He kept at it, sighing at the bite of nails and the protracted begging. What a lovely sound.

"Tell me what you want."

“Thats a long list,” he purred, his hands moving around to Frank’s ribs, sliding up and between them to rake over his chest.

His whole body burned, cheeks flushed as he continued to writhe beneath the other man, bucking and rolling, anything to push his fingers deeper, to get the relief of grinding his cock against Frank’s.

“Right now, I’d say the top of the list is you making love to me until I see stars,” he looked up at Frank, stroking his fingers over the hard line of jaw.

"You can fill me in on the rest of it later," Frank said, a gentle smile curling his lips. He kept working his fingers, meeting the roll and rock of Jim's hips. There was no need for persuasion, here, even if he did want to listen to how Jim got when he was pulled gently apart.

Some other time, maybe.

He leaned in for a kiss and slowly eased his fingers out of him so he could grab the lube again. There was a moment of hesitation. "You want rubbers, or...?" Because he had them. Just in case. It was Hell, but he was still considerate.

“Oh so there’s going to be a later?” Kirk grinned, excitement sparking in his eyes, melding with the soft kisses, his body pausing as he soaked up the moment, letting himself feel the burning tingle in his nerves.

The question surprised him, if only because none of his other partners had asked. Not that he had minded. But it was sweet. Beneath all that muscle and warmonger exterior, Frank has a gooey inside huh?

He shook his head. “No, I’m fine,” he assured him, taking the lube from him and liberally coating his fingers, reaching down to slick Frank up himself in slow, torturous strokes. Frank couldn’t be the only one to have a little fun that way, after all.

"Yeah, there could be a later." His smile was affectionate, genuine. From their ridiculous meeting at the carnival to now, Frank's found himself charmed by Jim, and he likes being charmed.

The touch is delicious and teasing and Frank presses into it, fucking the wrap of Jim's fingers, rubbing himself against him a little as well. "Thought you wanted me to make love to you," he teased.

“Oh I do,” he smirked, watching him with a sultry smirk. He bit his lip, tightening his grip on Frank’s cock, running his thumb over the head. “But who says I can’t make a little love back?”

He pushed up with his other hand to capture Frank’s mouth, letting out a heady sigh. His hand moved faster, squeezing his thighs around Frank’s hips.

Frank groaned softly, burying his face into Jim's neck for a moment until Jim caught him for another kiss. He rocked his hips, picking up a little speed to seek out that friction. The way that Jim shifted, squeezing with his legs, let the head of his cock smear against him, and the teasing sensation was enough to make him slow down a little and nudge at his hole.

He was slow, even though he didn't need to be, because it felt good. Not just the tease, but the gentle way that Jim's body opened up to him. Through it, Frank kept kissing him, deep, a little possessive. He took Jim's hand off his cock and pinned it against the bed.

He gasped when Frank pinned his hand, stilling beneath him, thighs and hips trembling as the anticipation stilled his breath. Or perhaps Frank stole it with those kisses. Possibly both. Either way his body was aching, needing Frank to stop with this teasing and take him already.

He shifted his hips forward, pressing Frank harder against him, letting out an unmistakably needy groan.

It was easy to press in. Frank held the root of his cock just to stay steady and he pressed into him, slow but unrelenting, filling Jim up until there was nothing more for him to give and he was nestled neatly inside, their bodies flush.

Then, Frank waited a moment. He kept his hand on Jim's wrist and then, just as he started to move, shifted his hand so their fingers laced together. It was exceedingly intimate, but hadn't they just shared a very intimate moment, knives and blood and truths shared.

Frank ruined it with a softly uttered, "Fuck," against Jim's jaw. "You feel good."

Jim’s mouth dropped open in an o, arching as Frank pressed inside of him. He sucked in a breath through a hiss, shuddering as he felt Frank fully settle, the familiar ache of a man inside of him more than welcome. He could feel their chests bumping as they breathed, his cock slipping against Frank’s abdomen.

“Feel even better when you’re really fucking me,” he rasped, fingers happily lacing with Frank’s, squeezing as they lay together, locked so intimately. He gazed up at the other man, red cheeks contrasting the sharp blue of his eyes. “Frank...”

"God, you've got no patience in you," Frank teased, nose pressed against Jim's cheek and smiling brilliantly about it. He moved, building up strength and speed, fingers still laced with Jim's. He shifted their hands up, pinning it closer to his head. His free hand came down, shifting how Jim's leg was caught at his waist, pressing him up slightly so that he could get deeper.

Eyelashes fluttered, moaning as Frank began to move, adjusting the angle of his hips so that he could drive in deeper. Fuck this was what he needed - the singular bliss of a man inside of him, the heavy weight of him that made it just a touch hard to breathe, enough to make his nerves spark.

“Whoever said patience was a virtue is a liar,” he panted, turning his head to snap his teeth, tugging at Frank’s ear, letting raw, hungry groans as they moved together.

Frank laughed, pressing in a little more urgently, needily, as Jim bit at him like that. The heat and pain of it sank pleasure right through him, a desperate thing. Even if he was seeking something slower and more gentle, Jim's body made him want to go a little wild.

So he let himself. Not rough, but deep, seeking. Chasing those noises out of Jim and matching them with his own as he fucked him.

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