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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.

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.

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

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.

"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."

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.

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.

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.
Thanks for joining us for our fourth test drive meme, sinners! Reserves are now open for the upcoming app round on August 1st
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The crop slaps against his side and that hurts too, but it's different, more stinging. The wince it brings shifts him ever so slightly under James's boot, so he can feel that pressure more pronounced, the heavy weight of it against his already aching cock. ]
Fuck, fuck...
[ He just sort of trails off, eyes closing for a second, feeling rather than actually looking at James. ]
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He doesn't want to actually maim him, though. So he just lingers with that same pressure for a few good seconds, watching as Klaus shifts and writhes beneath him, then eases up again, his foot rubbing more tenderly between his legs.
Almost at the same time he lifts the crop again, and brings it down on Klaus's other side, with a harder thwack that rings louder in the air, a long, red mark blooming on pale skin. ]
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He winces again, breath catching on a sound stuck in his throat when the crop hits him. He's not still, he's not really able to be, but he's not trying to get away.
He could maybe try, but James has the leash and that's not really the game he'd set out to play here anyway. ]
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Then he presses his boot against Klaus's arm, pinning it to the floor. He whips him across the cheek, then rubs the tip of the crop against his lips. ]
I'm ready to see what else your mouth is good for.
[ With that, he steps back, yanking hard on the leash to pull Klaus up from the floor. ]
Back on your knees.
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He gasps when James moves his foot, because it's a relief to have that pressure gone, even with the lingering pain still throbbing there. It will dull, it's fine.
He does make a sound, pain and surprise more than anything, but there's still that cheeky hint of smile in the corners of his mouth as the crop brushes across his lips. He can't help it. At least he doesn't laugh or say something ridiculous. ]
I won't disappoint you, Captain, don't worry.
[ Well, at least he mostly tries.
James pulls him back up and he scrambles to do as he's told, because the collar yanking him around isn't exactly comfortable. He manages it, kneeling there quite close to James now. ]
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With some coaxing and tugging here and there, they both manage to fix Klaus into his new position. James steps closer still, the bulge in his trousers brushing against Klaus's lips, while he slides the tip of the crop slowly down Klaus's back. ]
Should I? [ He pops his button open, tilting his head. He's going to anyway, he just wants to hear Klaus say he wants it. ]
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His eyes flick back up to James's face. ]
You absolutely should.
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With the hand holding the leash, he fists Klaus's hair, yanking his head closer until he's shoving his erection in Klaus's face, tugging to coax him to part his lips. ]
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If asked, he'd go off on an outlandish story about he once wrote an essay called How I Lost My Gag Reflex (which would be entirely bogus). But he has had practice at it, to say the least, so it's like he told James before — he doesn't intend to be disappointing. ]
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And James has no intention of playing gentle. Fingers threading through the mess of strands, he curls them in a tighter grip and rolls his hips forward at the same time, shoving his cock in until the tip nudges down Klaus's throat. ]
Yeah... mm, that's better.
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It's a slow pace he sets for now, but he's just enjoying himself for the moment, a wave of pleasure shooting up his spine each time his cock buries all the way in, the view he has of Klaus with his lips stretched around him making him moan. ]
See... much better use for your mouth, isn't it? Hah, feels good...
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So fists Klaus's hair tighter with both hands and holds his head in place, pushing deeper with his next thrust. His pace picks up, and he shoves his cock down his throat all the way each time, groaning as he bucks his hips while pulling Klaus's head down onto his groin, so he's forced to swallow down every inch of him each time. Whether or not Klaus can breathe through it doesn't seem to be an immediate concern of his. ]
Shit, hah... yeah, that's... better...
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He doesn't really expect James to care or to stop for now, but it does make him resistant, tense and struggling, trying to catch enough breath to keep going. ]
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So after a few deep, satisfying thrusts, he eases a little, the roll of his hips shallower as he pushes only about halfway in. He's nice and hard now, panting slightly while he fucks Klaus's mouth more tenderly, and eventually he lets his cock slip out entirely, rubbing the hard length against Klaus's cheek and nose. ]
I'd rather come in another hole of yours...
[ He bites on his lower lip, fingers curling into a tight fist on Klaus's hair. ]
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When James's hand tightens in his hair again, he looks up. ]
Yes please, Captain.
[ Is he teasing? Maybe just barely, but his words sound like he means them. ]
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And he does love the sight of the other man spread out on the floor. ]
Good. [ The title seems to please him. One hand on the leash, the other strokes his own cock slowly, and he nudges Klaus's thigh with one of his feet. ] Turn around and get on your hands and knees.
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He does as James tells him, turning away maybe a bit slowly, reluctant to look away because he's enjoying looking at him. But ultimately, he does want James to fuck him. He still has his underwear on, colourful stripes across his ass as he presents it to James. ]
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He lets out a low, approving hum, the fabric dragged down until it's pooling around Klaus's knees. Knuckles brushing up the back of Klaus's thighs, he bends lower, lips trailing a path of kisses across the small of Klaus's back, eventually dipping lower until his tongue drags just once across the cleft of his ass. ]
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Mm, fuck, yes.
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He uses that hold to pull Klaus back against him, tongue dragging and prodding at his hole, finally pushing past the rim and into him. ]
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He doesn't put up any resistance when James pulls him back. He's totally ready for it, absolutely needy, pushing back against James even if it hurts. ]
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He pats down his trousers and pulls out the lube, coating only his cock with a thin layer. Fucking Klaus's mouth already got him fully hard, so when he presses the head against Klaus's tight hole, he only has to be sure to keep him in place as he forces himself in. ]
Oh, fuck... [ He groans, gripping Klaus's thighs as he shoves his cock in deep. ]
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Yes, yes, yes, fuck.
[ He trails off on a string of pointless words, obscenities. It doesn't matter what he says, it's all just reactionary. He moves his hips to meet James as best he can, arching his back just slightly as he does. ]
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