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.

As a final note, don't forget that reserves are open now until May 1st as well!


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[invicto]

"I could just leave you here," he said ever so casually, shrugging as he reached around Kavinsky and ran his fingertips across the dripping head of his cock. "Or I could whip you some more. Maybe play with the plug a little, watch you stretch out nicely around it."

Realistically, he knew he wouldn't be able to resist much longer. With Kavinsky's pants down and ass stretched, he'd want to fuck him soon enough. For now he just started teasing and tugging at the plug, pulling until the thicker base was holding the muscles wider, then letting go only to watch the toy get swallowed back into that hole. He groaned and panted while he did that, and after a second time he pulled his hand back, then slapped it lightly across Kavinsky's ass, leaving a mark on the previously untouched cheek.

"Or I could take pity on you and fill you up properly," he purred, pulling Kavinsky back by the hips, rocking his own forward and rubbing his hard bulge against the exposed cleft of his ass.

[mitsubishievo]

It was a toying, teasing beat, this moment with the plug being played with and all the threats or promises of what James could do to him. Any of them would work. Kavinsky was left squirming and whimpering under an onslaught of sensation, fingers white knuckle in his desperation for more. He rocked his hips back for each touch, groaned at the slap of skin on skin, and whimpered when James rocked against his ass, effectively fucking him deeper with the plug.

"Whatever you think the gun is worth," he managed, breathless and terribly needy. He knew what he wanted most, and it wasn't a firm spanking so he couldn't sit straight for a few days.

[invicto]

Grinding against Kavinsky offered some amount of relief, and he did it for a while longer, knowing that Kavinsky was no doubt feeling the plug pushing deeper into him. He rolled his hips slowly, bulge nestled snugly against his ass, moaning lowly at such a pleasing response. It nearly made him want to make Kavinsky suffer more while he waited, but instead he decided to give in, and to give them both exactly what they were yearning for.

"Good answer," he purred, undoing his own trousers and pushing them down his legs along with his underwear. The fabric pooled just above his knees, but for their current position that was all it took, and he slid his cock between Kavinsky's ass cheeks, finally pulling the plug out slowly and pressing just the head of his cock against the loose opening.

Then, abandoning the plug on the table, he gripped Kavinsky's hips tight and rammed his cock into him in one single, deep thrust.

[mitsubishievo]

The first few moments felt like a long wait. A fine shiver worked through Kavinsky's body. And then, James was inside him--so rapidly that Kavinsky cried out, the noise turning into a moan at the end. The noise of it didn't echo, exactly, but it filled up the space for a moment.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned when he had his breath back. His knees almost gave out. He rolled his hips a little in the firm, assuring grip of James's hands.

[invicto]

It was probably a good thing that Kavinsky was effectively trapped between James and the table, so he wasn't going anywhere even if his knees gave out. James made sure to bury himself in deep, grunting as he held Kavinsky's hips tighter, and he gave him little more than a second to adjust before he was moving again.

The second thrust was just as sharp and ruthless, pulling out more than half the way only to drill back in with the same force, feeling the table shift slightly with the momentum, skin slapping against skin when he pushed Kavinsky against the edge. He moaned hotly as those muscles clenched around his cock, and he immediately chased after that feeling again, starting on a deep pace, if steady and fairly slow for now.

[mitsubishievo]

A desperate, happy whimper worked out of him as James really started to move. The edge of the table dug into his hips, even with James grabbing at him too. There was no care for the bruises it might leave, from either of them.

It was slow and deep and absolutely delicious. Kavinsky let his eyes roll with pleasure as he fucked himself back into the cradle of James's hips, seeking more with each thrust that he got. He was hungry for it now. This was well worth the little gun he'd brought for a trade.

"That's it," he sighed, barely coherent, accent slipped deep and thick. "Oh, that's it, you feel fucking good."

[invicto]

James gasped and grinned as Kavinsky pushed back against him, fingers curling tighter, nails digging into flesh. His thrusts grew rougher and more impatient, each hard slam of his hips against Kavinsky's ass pushing them both up against the table, making it creak and protest beneath their weight.

"Fuck. Fuck," he breathed out with little thought, panting heavily as he drove his cock in deep, unable to tear his eyes away from Kavinsky's marked back, and the point where their bodies met, the lovely way his ass was arched up and his muscles stretched loose around his girth, watching it pucker and clench with each deep slide.

"Yeah, you too... Hah, look good too," he managed, barely holding onto whatever scrape of coherence he still had.

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky knew he looked good. He'd cultivated that over the last few years, and he'd gotten quite good at it, and he knew, generally speaking, how to look good when he was getting fucked. It didn't hurt that most guys were pretty stupid about it when they were balls deep. But he liked that too.

He wished he could put his hands on James, feel and encourage him with more than just the press of his hips. But there was something liberating in being shoved over and helpless, moaning and growing increasingly incoherent as James fucked him like that was all he was good for.

[invicto]

To be fair, James could get pretty stupid in situations like this, but he definitely felt like he had the upper hand in this case. Kavinsky was effectively pinned to the table and he couldn't move much even if he tried, not that James needed him to do more than just take his cock.

That was exactly all he was good for right now, their little arrangement forgotten in favor of fucking Kavinsky to oblivion, hard and fast. He didn't even care that the table was rocking beneath them, his mind going blank as his thrusts grew rougher and more erratic, James's pants turning into a string of curses and a few moans as he came hard, shoving himself balls deep as he shot deep into Kavinsky's ass, keeping up the same pace as he emptied himself to the last drop.

[mitsubishievo]

It was sudden and jarring and good. Kavinsky whined and moaned through the last of it, uncaring about the bruises on his hips or how his voice filled up the room. He could feel it when it happened, the twitch and flooding pulse, the rough way that James buried himself and jerked into him a few more times to bury the mess of it. Kavinsky shivered, so desperately, achingly hard that he was barely coherent.

A part of him rather suspected that wasn't going to matter in a moment. James had paid up for the gun, Kavinsky had proved he was amenable to this sort of payment. They might or might not make negotiations for further exchanges in the future. His getting off was negligible to the situation, so he brought not attention to it.

[invicto]

James lingered there, mind a blissful blank for a few good seconds. He panted heavily and gasped for breath, blinking hard until he could focus on the shape of Kavinsky's body again. His hands ran up his sides, squeezing his waist, then he hauled him up, pressing his back to his chest.

Not yet pulling out of him, he reached down and wrapped a hand around the neglected cock. He was so hard and dripping already, James knew it wouldn't take long to make him come, so he focused on tight and quick strokes, wanting to feel Kavinsky clench tight around his own softening cock when he reached his own orgasm.

[mitsubishievo]

"Oh."

He hated that he sounded surprised, a little shocked, that he was being touched. At least it slipped quickly and easily into a quiet, needy noise. His fingers and toes curled. He squirmed his hips a little, trying to keep James inside him even as he softened and Kavinsky fucked into the moving circle of his hand.

[invicto]

James's hand moved in quick strokes, clearly meant to get Kavinsky off fast rather than drag this out. He'd been such a good, willing boy, he deserved his reward, and James was all too glad to give that to him, to offer him the release he was aching for.

Shifting so his cock stayed buried inside him, he stroked quickly from root to tip, thumb drawing circles against the head each time, spreading the precum around as he teased the sensitive flesh. All the while he whispered encouraging little words into Kavinsky's ear, urging him to come like the eager little thing he was.

[mitsubishievo]

It barely took anything at all, especially with the way that James was working him, quick and filthy and terribly desperate. Kavinsky brought his hands down to muffle some of his noise, embarrassed about it because it was messy, begging nonsense that he didn't want to do but was anyway.

His thighs shook when he came, a messy streak between James's fingers and onto the floor beneath his feet. His knees threatened to give out. It was a good thing he had the table to support him under the ribs, digging in uncomfortable.

[invicto]

James let out a pleased little hum as Kavinsky came, hand working fast and stroking him hard and tight, milking him to the last drop. He wrapped his other arm firmly around Kavinsky's waist just so he wouldn't collapse on the floor, but after a few good seconds he pulled out, letting Kavinsky's body rest slack across the table as he pulled up his underwear and trousers.

"That was fun," he said with a smile, giving Kavinsky's marked ass a hard slap, fingers digging into flesh. Then he drew back, grabbing both his guns. He didn't really bother untying Kavinsky, though. Let him figure that one out. "Let's do that again sometime."

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky squeaked at the slap. He pushed his hands onto the table, getting himself upright. He did up his jeans, now James had pulled them up, and twisted to stare at him.

Well played, he guessed. Except one of them was tied up in a dungeon and the other one was looking fucking smug about it, which Kavinsky wasn't about to abide for more than a second. He reached out to grab James before he could step too far away.

"The fuck do you think you're going with me still tied up?"

[invicto]

James let himself get tugged back, letting out a low laugh at the indignant tone. "What? Can't dream up a knife to cut yourself free?"

How disappointingly unimaginative... still, he grabbed his own dagger, holding Kavinsky's hands between them and sliding the blade between his wrists, cool metal dragging across skin. With a quick tug he cut through the ropes, putting the dagger away again once Kavinsky was free. "Better now, pet?"

[mitsubishievo]

Kavinsky definitely could have, but the function of cutting himself out of something, ropes near fragile flesh, wasn't something he wanted to experiment with by himself. So he stood there, confining the fine tremors of exhaustion to his stomach and legs as James slid the knife between his wrists.

He didn't respond to the condescending words, chin up and face defiant even though he'd just been moaning and begging a second before. He licked his lips slightly.

"Lemme know if you want anything else."

[invicto]

James smiled nonetheless, reaching out to stroke his fingers almost gently down Kavinsky's jaw, pulling back before he got his hand slapped away or something.

"You can count on it," he promised, looking Kavinsky up and down slowly before he turned to leave. He was an interesting one, no doubt. James was nowhere near done with him yet.