TEST DRIVE MEME #1

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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

The hotel is undergoing some improvements already! Thanks to the new arrival of sinners, hell has a burst of energy and growth available to it. One demand of the demonic staff was the addition of elevators. It gets tiresome having to take the stairs all the time. They'll eagerly implore you to help them test out this new system, even going so far as shoving you right in the nearest available elevator with whoever else is in the vicinity.

Unfortunately, things aren't quite up to par just yet. Press a button and you'll find your elevator gets jammed between floors with very little chance of escape. Oh, oops. This is entirely the hotel's fault and will be fixed as soon as possible. In the meantime, enjoy your company and try to relax a bit.

It's definitely a high priority repair for staff, promise.

Prompt II

Maybe you were looking for the hotel gym to work off some stress or maybe you just took a wrong left somewhere, but instead of what you were expecting, you stumble across what appears to be a very well stocked torture room. There are tables with straps to hold down victims, chains falling from the walls and ceilings to bind them upright, and absolutely every possible torture device you can think of. There's even an iron maiden proudly displayed in the corner. Besides that, there's the normal supply of whips, knives, and any other equipment someone could want to inflict the most delicious pain available.

You're free to check it out or give it a go. You're also free to back out of the room very slowly, but with the knowledge this space will probably come into play at some point.

Oh, and a tip: the gym is to the right of this room.

REACH UP HIGH

Prompt I
Warnings: cutting, blood, torture.

After settling in, it really is only a matter of time until your demonic hosts expect some participation. You can try and shirk the responsibility, of course. But eventually, you may find yourself trapped in a room just off the kitchen that's curiously full of knives. 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 becomes apparently what you're supposed to do soon enough when someone else is eventually shoved in with you. Both of your lists of in will appear in the room on a nearby table 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 one of your sins into the other's flesh. Help them in their journey to be candid with everyone they 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

Well, that last punishment was a bit heavy, wasn't it? Or maybe you somehow skipped out on it all together. Fortunately for you, there's a less horrible one to get potentially wrapped up in along the way. You'll hear that all too familiar voice ringing in your ears as you explore the halls of the hotel or poke your head outside.

"Do one genuinely kind deed for someone and we'll consider it a step in the right direction for you."

This can be helping one of your fellow sinners out with a task or helping them find something. It can be a shoulder or a listening ear towards someone who needs it. You can even offer to help the staff clean up a bit around the hotel, or help a poor hell beast pup out of the hellfire around Penance. Careful though, even they have pretty sharp teeth and an aggressive attitude. It doesn't matter what you do as long as it helps someone else out.

Oh, and one more thing! The longer you resist, the more aches you'll notice. It'll start with a mild headache and escalate from there. You can wait it out, of course, and pills may help you cope with the pain if you really can't be bothered to do one nice deed. Although Satan is still very disappointed in you.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

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

With all the new sinners arriving, this feels like a call for celebration! The bar will be lit up with activity. 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.

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 you've presumably done your atonement for the day, yes? So cut back a bit.

Ask the staff demons very nicely and you may even get less scrupulous drugs. Things that will convince your fellow damned souls to tell the truth or perhaps even things that will make someone so enamored with you, they won't take their eyes off you. How dare they give you the cold shoulder earlier, right?

There are also tables set up for all sorts of gambling and various bar games to entertain yourself with.

Relax and enjoy your first night in hell. 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 kinks.


Much like the hotel improvements inside, all these new sinners seem to have given hell the ability to open a new building just outside the hotel. It happens to be quite a happening sex club from the looks of it. Everything is bathed in obnoxious neon lights when you first enter the establishment. There's plenty of space for dancing, and poles for those so inclined. Mood music fills the air, along with something a little too sweet.

As tacky as it is, something may pull you to stay.

Whether experienced lover or total virgin, once pulled in, you may not want to leave for a while.

There are back rooms people can go for a bit of private fun, full of every type of toy and restraint that you could possibly desire to play with. There's also a rather large room with a massive bed that seems to be fit for any orgies you may want to try to arrange. Hell's not judging and may be encouraging a bit.

There are aphrodisiac laced food and drinks available around the club as well, but these will most likely be marked. If one slips through, ah well. Why else are you here if not for a bit of fun? The drugs will only help that out.

Of course outside, this club is clearly marked for what it is and anyone who would rather avoid it are free to do so.

MISC.

Thank you for checking out penancerp's first TDM! Please note that all prompts are opt-out and players are more than welcome to come up with their own ideas while exploring the hotel and hell outside.

All that we ask is that you remember to put clear warnings on any potentially triggering content! Warn for sex, including underage or incest, violence, abuse, non-con, etc. Please put these warning in a visible place, either by the prompt itself or in the subject line. This isn't just a suggestion but a requirement to participate in the game.

Now that all that's out of the way, we hope you have fun! Feel free to ask questions under the appropriate comment before or on the FAQ page. Since this is the game's first TDM, we are also very interested in hearing any suggestions you have or ways to improve the game experience.

Since this is a big event, Lucifer himself will be taking a few questions via his device for anyone so inclined down below.

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[conjobs]

A few voyeuristic eyes wouldn't have put him off at all, but John feels with some modicum of privacy - all things considered, since they are in a place with sins laid bare - he can afford to be a little more rough, engage in a bit more push and shove.

Lips and tongue find their way up along Kavinsky's jaw, an approving moan rumbling from the base of his throat as his cock gets hard in that nimble hand. Teeth sink into that soft spot just under his jaw, biting and tugging playfully as he resists the urge to smash their groins together and put Kavinsky's hand in an uncomfortable position.

"I'm gonna fuck you up," he promises in a low, lusty whisper.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky had always been easy and indulgent with all things. He liked attention, and he liked an edge to it too, a risk, a bit of adrenaline. John, even maybe without knowing it, was hitting all those buttons. His teeth were sharp, the attention deliberate, and Kavinsky might have melted from those words if he weren't so concerned with coming off as vaguely aloof.

He did groan, though, a needy sort of noise as he tilted his head back. He did squeeze his fingers around John's cock, stroking a little more insistently.

"You gonna talk about it, or you gonna do it?" It's a tease, an incentive. Do your worst. He had said John could do whatever he wanted, and he'd meant it.

[conjobs]

He's not the best at talking at least so he doesn't waste much time getting down to business. The lube is proving to be a bit of a mission though and it takes him two tries before he gets the cap off.

"Turn around," he grumbles, giving Kavinsky's shoulder a shove, trying to get the front of his body to face the wall while he fucks around with the lube. He'll know when John's figured it out because the blond makes an undignified little noise when the cold fluid gets smeared onto his cock.

He grabs one wrist and pins it against Kavinsky's lower back, trying to hold him still while his other hand makes a wet mess in between slender legs, getting more lube around his tight little fuckhole rather than in it. Not the world's most coordinated drunk but hey, he doesn't need GPS to find it at least. John bites down into his shoulder and pushes the tip of his finger in, cold lube on warm hand making for a slightly odd sensation.

"You need to relax mate," he mutters, warm breath dancing over his teeth marks.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky was, relatively, relaxed. As relaxed as he was probably going to get while he was conscious, anyway, and he wasn't in a mood to suggest anything different. But he breathed through it, the rubbing touch and the nudge, face pressed into the cool wall.

He rubbed his cheek against the wall and pushed his hips back. He reached back and grabbed John's wrist again, gentler than he had at the bar, and pushed his finger in. Fuck teasing.

"C'mon. It ain't virgin fresh, you can go a little wild."

[conjobs]

John has no idea what 'virgin fresh' is but he certainly can't fault Kavinsky for his lack of enthusiasm. He's not sure he wants to go full snuff film on his first night in hell but the more whatever it is he's been ingesting all night courses through his veins, the less he cares about leaving anything other than a memorable first impression.

Another clumsy shove and John's shuffling in close, lubed hand grabbing Kavinsky's bare ass and spreading that buttcheek open so he can push his dick in. He grabs a fistful of dark hair and yanks Kavinsky's head back a bit, keen to watch the reaction on his face as he gets his ass filled by John ramming hard against his lower body.

"Sure about that mate? You're pretty tight," he growls.

[mitsubishievo]

"Fuck." Kavinsky's voice broke in the middle, but his face was rapturous as Constantine shoved into him like it was nothing at all. He wasn't ready for it, but it was too late for that now.

He pressed one hand into the wall and breathed this vague noise, laughter and moaning and a shivering sigh. Half twisting, he grabbed at the edge of his shirt, keeping him close for a moment. Like it made a difference. His smile was sharp and vicious.

"Think you like it."

[conjobs]

John's clearly determined not to let his current fixation go until he's limping tomorrow. He gives Kavinsky's head a shove until it thumps loudly against the wall, grinding his forehead and temple against the plasterboard.

"Course I do. You're nothing but a tight little fuckhole." John finally lets go of Kavinsky's head before he gives the young man a head injury and bony fingers dig into his hips, trying to pull him in to meet his thrusts halfway without fucking Kavinsky into the wall.

"Don't tell me you don't like this. Being some stranger's cum dump for the night."

[mitsubishievo]

In Henrietta, nobody might have believed that Joseph Kavinsky got off on shit like this, not just the rough uncaring brutality of it (which might have been guessed), but that being the bottom left him a shivering, needy mess in no time at all. He squirmed and whined softly, inelegantly shoving his hips back even as John dragged him back to meet every thrust.

His mouth set in a manic grin, he squeezed around John’s cock a little.

“Probably not the only stranger tonight, if I can help it.”

[conjobs]

Well, being a willing bottom bitch getting his ass fucked wide open isn't exactly bringing out the best in Kavinsky. Nor is it doing anything to curb John's enthusiasm. They're all in hell, if they can't be uninhibited here with their heads swimming in intoxicating substances, there's no other place for them to go.

"Yeah, I'll bet," John replies with a breathless, hollow laugh. His hands seem determined to leave bruises on Kavinsky's sides.

"I'll leave you in the hotel lobby when I'm done with you, looking just like this. How about that, you dirty fucking slut?" He leans in close, words merely a whisper hot against Kavinsky's ear as sharp teeth bite into the soft curve of cartilage and skin.

"I'm sure someone here will want my leftovers."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky whimpered, fingers white-knuckle against the wall as his eyes fluttered with pain and pleasure. Yeah, the talk was real good. He didn’t think John would do it, if only because other men had threatened the same thing before and never followed through on it. But this was Hell. Maybe he’d finally found someone sick and cruel enough to take him apart.

If he had a comeback, he was too fucked silly to make it. There was a reedy string of Bulgarian, though, caustic and needy.

[conjobs]

The words float in his head with some distant familiarity, the way an incantation in an old language he's had to figure out from scratch rolls around in his mind, covered in haze and fog that he's struggling to grasp meanings and even think about responding. Constantine can be a heartless, mean bastard, sure. Whether he's intentionally cruel when he's sober and got the angry beast chained up and locked away behind the conman's smirk remains to be seen.

"You're so fucking useless you can't even get me off," he chides, panting for air as the heat climbs up his neck and coils around in his skull. Blame the boy, not the copious amounts of whiskey beforehand. Typical. John grabs that dark head of hair again and yanks it back so hard he thought he heard something click as Kavinsky nearly gets pulled back away from the wall.

"Are you even good for anything you cunt?"

[mitsubishievo]

It might have been his chain, or something popping in his neck. It wasn't a pleasant sound, but Kavinsky didn't seem to notice or care. His eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide to eat up the iris. He squeezed around John again, grunting slightly as he kept himself tight and John just kept moving.

"What," he began, panting a little, struggling to pull the words together. He was going to get off on this, who cared if John did or not? "You want me to beg? Or cry?"

He was better at the latter than the former, and some guys were into that. Or maybe he just needed to be brutal right back, or put up a fight. In any case, everything was edged and mixing, this painful pleasure that soared through him, and he was too wasted to care how this ended. He'd be sore. That was as good a way to feel as anything else.

[conjobs]

He doesn't particularly need either right now. If he was a little more sober, in a bit more of that dominant mood, or if he was in the midst of a con where he needs to play that role in order to get what he wants, he could work with a bit of 'please' and 'Sir' and the whole waterworks. Right now he's just a drunk trying to get off, not a serial killer. A tight hole will work for him just fine.

"Jerk yourself off," he growls against Kavinsky's ear, disdain and derision plain in his voice. "I'm not touching your small fucking cock."

John can feel his dick twitching in that ass, all those little signals firing off making his toes want to curl up telling him that he's getting close. He's not likely to prolong this any more than he has to once they're both done.

[mitsubishievo]

"Fuck," Kavinsky breathed. It was a cutting thing, those words, and Kavinsky squirmed a little. He was too wrapped up in the moment, in the warm haze of everything and the urgency and want, to have some comeback, and anyway it didn't matter. He slid a hand down between his legs, curling his hand around his cock, stroking urgently.

He leaned his knee up against the wall a bit, trying to improve the angle slightly. Maybe they should have moved away from the wall at some point. Too late now. His thighs quivered with effort, but he refused to collapse.

"C'mon," he hissed. "That all you got, old man?"

[conjobs]

If John noticed that he might have misspoke or pushed a little too far, he didn't comment. He's close enough now that feeling Kavinsky's muscles relax and contract in spasms from that wanking is distracting him from checking in on his needy little bitch.

He presses a hand flat on Kavinsky's lower back to get him to stick his ass out a bit more and it takes him a few more frantic, deep thrusts before he pulls Kavinsky all the way right up against his balls and blows his load, growling almost loud enough to draw unwanted attention as the muscles in his thighs and butt tighten in quick succession, filling that ass up with enough cum that a thin trail of it spills out when John eventually pulls out.

He gives Kavinsky an unceremonious shove towards the wall, away from him, one hand pressed against the wall with his head hanging as he struggles for air. Whether deliberate or not, John steps on Kav's pants, not letting him put them back on until he's tucked himself away back inside his own trousers and zipped up.

[mitsubishievo]

It was over quick, when they got down to it. Kavinsky was left still holding his cock, panting desperately, as John pulled back. He felt messy and used, but mostly frustrated. Hard and aching, tripped up with the way that John stepped on his jeans.

"They're designer, fuckhead," he grumbled, letting go of his cock and grinding his knuckles into the wall. There was a needy thread in him, some young nonsense that wanted to beg for a little help in getting off. Maybe it was this place, or how he hadn't been close enough to just get himself over the edge with any sort of timeliness, but the temptation to beg was there, caught in the back of his teeth.

When John wasn't stepping on his jeans anymore, he awkwardly bent down and pulled them up. Christ, he was going to be sore.

[conjobs]

John's not heard of designer jeans - how is that going to be much different from normal jeans? - but also there's going to be cum on it now which might be worse than John stepping on it.

"Fuck off," he grumbles, pulling Kav away from the wall and foisting him over towards the door once he's got his jeans mostly on. He's not in a foul mood, far from it, but he is more mean-spirited than usual right now even while he's recovering from a good time and there's not going to be even so much as a 'thank you' now that he's well and truly spent and just wants to go back and lie down, smoke a cigarette and pass out.

[mitsubishievo]

These particular jeans--unnecessarily expensive but bought because they make his ass look fabulous--had seen plenty of cum over the six months that Kavinsky had had them, so that was hardly the point. It was the shift, more than anything. John had been so solicitous at the bar, and now it was like night and day.

He'd barely gotten his pants up when John gave him a shove. He rolled his eyes and ignored the little bitch of frustration. He hadn't gotten off.

"Your loss," he said, shrugging one shoulder. "Not that you could have gotten it up again, anyway."