penancememes | TEST DRIVE MEME #8

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 cold is still biting, but the heat is (mostly) working within the hotel and other establishments again. It's enough to take the chill off for the most part. Coats and extra blankets are being passed out to those who need them as well.

Unfortunately, the food shortage that begun a few days ago will continue on for a few more yet! All food will be rotting or covered in maggots and mold, so new and old arrivals alike should probably steer clear of it if they can. If asked, the staff will insist it was entirely unplanned. Totally. Honest.

It will let up before the month is over and then fresh food will more than return! In the meantime, guests are able to bargain for a morsel of food someone else might have hidden back that hasn't rotted or try some of the bizarre fruit sprouting up that ranges in looks from a Durian to Jackfruit.

Just be aware that eating them before they're ripe enough may result in severe nausea and other decidedly not fun issues. Get them when they're perfect though? Unlike their earth counterparts, the insides seem to range from the sweetest, most delicious fruit you've ever had to something that may appear to be human blood and guts to something oddly... pork tasting, and everything in between. Food's food though, right? Don't complain, just eat.

There's increased security around the stables where animals are kept around the hotel, just in case anyone decides to eat Lucifer's prized animals. That will be a firm no. For any guests with pets of their own, there will be small rations of non-spoiled food to feed them, but it has very little nutritional value to humans.

The theatre has also changed the movie lineup to now include: Christmas with the Kranks, The Ref, Jack Frost, Holiday in Handcuffs.

Go forth and enjoy the way the holidays even seem to invade Hell.

The hotel bar's jukebox also seems entirely overrun with horrible festive songs now, pushing holiday shenanigans off the playlist. Try to enjoy it while you get drunk! Or hope someone actually gets up to indulge in karaoke to drown it out. The music has seemed to put the demons in a rather sour mood if anyone bothers to listen to the complaints.

Prompt II

[One day, on the network, sinners will be greeted with Lucifer's face. He'll smile brightly from every phone or computer in Hell, before he speaks:]

I thought it may be fun to include an icebreaker of sorts... Get you lot mingling and bonding with each other before the loneliness eats you absolutely alive. I want there to be something to redeem after all... a shriveled husk of a person is hardly that.

[Lucifer seems to find his own joke amusing at least.]

So, here we go:

What pleasant memories help you through the tough times?

Or alternatively, what are some of your favorite hobbies to distract yourself with?

[Lucifer may not respond, but rest assured that he will eagerly be watching others share their answers and talk amongst themselves]

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

"I know after such a food shortage, all of you may be eager to overindulge and sate your hunger... or even hold food back, just in case. But this isn't the act of a good person. It isn't how someone who is truly selfless, as my Father desires all of us to be, would act. So I ask all of you to turn to whoever is nearest and simply share what you have. It doesn't necessarily have to be food, but it must be an item or act that will make their lives easier," Lucifer's voice rings out, sudden albeit encouraging and warm as always.

Sharing is caring, apparently. The request seems simple enough, doesn't it? Just share a bit of food or anything else that might seem useful to someone else and you'll have done your good deed for the day! Of course, should the guest ignore this request, they'll find their insides burning. It will grow steadily worse until it becomes unbearable. Nothing a guest drinks or eats to soothe it will help either. These feelings will persist a full night or until they cave and do as requested.

FOLLOW ME DOWN

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

The club, as it turns out, isn't quite ready to give up its party from the previous month, but they have put a new twist on it. As before, once a sinner enters the establishment, they'll be greeted with almost entirely nude (to fully) incubi and succubi servers. Their trays are full of aphrodisiac-laced treats that show no rot, as well as drinks and drugs of all sorts. There are dancers and other performers enticing their audience to stay, and plenty of free stages for sinners to put on their own show. Sex machines, bondage equipment, or toys are freely available for these performances.

Poles, cages, and everything else one could want are also on offer.

But this particular party? It's a bit different. No one is allowed in unless they are appropriately dressed in lingerie. Don't worry if you came overdressed! The demons will helpfully provide it at the door and even offer a room for sinners to change in! If refused, entrance will be denied (forcefully, if necessary). If guests aren't sure what to put on, the staff will be more than happy to choose for them (again, with force if necessary)!

Tonight is about being daring! Never done drugs off someone else before? Now's your chance!

Never even been drunk? Well, just let the demons help take care of that.

It's also about experimentation with something new. This can be someone who is generally outside your usual preferences, an act you'd never considered in a thousand years, to anything else under the sun.

Guests may also know screens set up around the establishment, but oddly enough, they appear turned off for the moment. If asked, the staff assures they will be back as soon as a few kinks are worked out.

Prompt II

A fall festival seems to roll into town one day overnight, and it seems to be centered around the hell fruit that's springing up on lifeless, dead trees. It's bustling with demons of all sorts and will last one week.

There's a tempting wine that's been made out of the fruit that can vary in taste, but seems to be stronger than most other liquor available anywhere else. It tastes so good though... like the forbidden fruit it most certainly is.

While most will feel just drunk off it, others may find it harder and harder to resist. They may selfishly crave more and even develop a desire to hoard it back.

Much like the apple the serpent tempted Eve with, one may find it offers a certain... clarity into one's situation after they've had enough. Knowledge one may not have wanted, but cannot deny any longer.

Or perhaps it simply just makes others entirely too happy, or too horny, or any number of possible ways. Take a sip and find out where the wine leads you!

Other than that, a few vendors are peddling jams and pies made out of the fruits. There are also a few selling items from earth ranging from electronics to clothes to weapons, and anything in between. Some may be selling actual earth animals as well, mostly small ones kept as pets, but they'll insist they make the perfect meal. They even have areas ready to butcher and cook them right then and there for those who are interested in buying.

If sinners decide to save Fido or Mr. Floppy from their ill fates, they should make absolutely certain that they can care for them though. Pets aren't easy and the demons find them more delicious than endearing

There are a few games to play, as well, reminiscent of the earlier carnival. Darts, tests of strength, and even a dunk tank with a demon who yells embarrassing stuff at the guests that seems oddly knowledgeable. How did they know you wet the bed until five? Probably best to not question it.

Besides that, there's a ferris wheel that provides a nice view of your hellish surroundings (that may occasionally breakdown and trap unsuspecting sinners on it for a while). It could be the perfect place to go to get some alone time with that honey of yours though.

It may all seem like a relaxing thing after starving for so long, but those who linger may begin to feel a need to hoard items. Food, weapons, and anything else they can get their greedy little hands on. Perhaps it's still the starvation talking, but sinners may find themselves feeling almost too irritable if anyone tries to take what's theirs. Potentially, this could even extend to possessiveness over other people as well. Oh, well, hopefully sinners will manage to control all those pesky urges!

When the skies darken to what is probably night in Hell, there will be a special fireworks display taking place. They seem almost magic, taking shapes most people wouldn't think possible. One might see Lucifer's face up in the sky once or twice, drawn in brilliant flames. There are blankets to sit out and watch, plenty of wine or warm drinks to go around, and no end in sight.

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Barry's eyes briefly narrow. He doesn't mind the reminder of what Garrett has told him, but he wants Oliver in the moment with him. He bobs a few times, following those hitches that Oliver's hips can't seem to help, then swallows him deep again. He likes to learn a cock well before he does this, but just like their friendship, this comes easily to Barry. He takes Oliver as deep as he can, and when he's sure of his breathing, Barry vibrates the column of his throat in slow, rolling pulses.

That look Barry gives amuses Oliver but he gets the gist of its meaning. He won't reference any of the deliciously perverse details Garrett had imparted on him before. He would leave it behind and focus on him now.

It isn't hard to do, to be focused on just Barry when he looks like that. The wet heat wrapped completely around him again all at once feels good enough that he bites back a groan, eyes lidding briefly from the subtle pleasure of it--

--the fu--

No warning could actually prepare him for that feeling. Nope, nope, that, nope, no toy could simulate this exact feeling. Oliver watched, completely intoxicated with the sight and the feel of Barry's throat making literal magic. His fingers curled in the black sheets and he swallowed the lowest groan before caving and reaching down to card his fingers in the others hair, and hold him; not tight enough to not get away but holy shit stay.

Barry can feel the moment when Oliver becomes entirely present and focused, and he revels in the sudden tension in Oliver's thighs, groaning in pleasure when one of those skilled hands slides into his hair. His grip is good, not tight the way that Barry likes it, but a start, and he moans his encouragement, turning his head against Oliver's grip to pull it just so.

This whole thing is a learning experience, and when Barry leans into his hand and away, Oliver gets the hint pretty easy. Really, he should know this already because of things he isn't allowed to think about at the moment. He releases his grip only to card his fingers slowly through the brunet strands again, grip and twist.

He makes a low curious sound as if to ask if that's better, watching his lips where they're wrapped around him, pink and kissable.

If he needs an answer after the low, guttural moan the instant Oliver's fingers tighten in his hair, Barry can't give it. Spurred by the show of interest, Barry keeps his cheeks hollow, still vibrating low and steady as he resumes bobbing. Oliver's cock feels so good against his tongue, full and hard and hot as blood, and Barry worships it, flattening his tongue for each sucking pull, vibrating the tip of his tongue against the head each time it nearly escapes his mouth, only to be pulled back into hungry, damp heat.

It feels as if it takes an age, but his green eyes flutter open, fastening on Oliver's familiar face in the throes of an unfamiliar, thrillingly illicit act.

Oliver didn't need an answer; at least not one made of words. The moan was more than enough of a response for him to want to do it again. He pulled at Barry's hair again, massaging his scalp and then pulling again, wanting him closer. But the newer sensations that only Barry's mouth could make were taking some getting used to. It made everything more sensitive and his cock ached against the flat of the others tongue each time he pulled back.

His heart hammered from anticipation, pleasure and the warring feelings about who was doing this to him. If it had been anyone else he wouldn't have cared so much but--and maybe that was the problem. He cared.

But if he looked past some of the respectful emotion, he could focus on just Barry. Sexy, bright, vibrating Barry. Those green eyes that you could get lost in and Oliver moaned, his hips rolling instinctively on their own, wanting more and not too much all at once.

"Fuck, Barry..." More. Stop. No, don't stop. Dammit.

Barry's eyes widen, and he looses a high sound of pure need as Oliver's hips roll, scooting back on his knees just enough to give Oliver room to thrust. He loves cock any way he can take it, but held in place for another's pleasure, his mouth stuffed full again and again - that's Barry's heaven.

He moans again in encouragement, vibrating a little harder for every thrust made of Oliver's own impetus. It's so good, but better still will be the victory of cracking open Oliver's iron resolve, pushing him to the point where he can't wait anymore, and will take what he wants.

That breaking point is closer than either of them realize. Being stuck between worrying because this is Barry (and not wanting to ruin the friendship they have with sex), and some strange feeling of inadequacy because he can't do any of that stuff that Barry can (yes, Barry, you're amazing), and he obviously isn't going to try to compare himself to Garrett of all people--is starting to wear him down. Lizard brain is luckily always there, creeping around and hissing about taking what you want and fuck the rest of it.

Oliver swallowed softly around a breath and watched the way Barry sat back a ways, giving him room to move. His eyes closed a moment, just enjoying the vibrations threatening to make him completely useless, but when he opened them his resolve just said:fine, give him what he wants.

Sitting up better for more leverage, his fingers twist harder into Barry's hair to keep him in place and his hips began to move, filling up the space Barry made between them, deeper into his mouth; careful at first, but then not so careful when those teasing brushes of vibration began to hit all of the right places. He cursed lowly and massaged his fingers against the others scalp, scraping, tugging again. This lasted a few long moments, just enough to enjoy the way Barry's throat felt around him, but he wanted something else. And his grip released, he pulled him off of his cock and curled over to kiss him, heart beating too fast.

Oliver surges forward, and Barry's eyes cloud over, his entire being transported to a world that's only the heavy drag of cock along his tongue, down his throat. Oliver's fingers twist in his hair and hold him just where he needs him, filling him again and again, and Barry nearly goes boneless with contented lust, only to reel, confused and unfocused when Oliver pulls suddenly away.

There's a hot mouth against his own, and this, Barry can understand. He whines and wraps his arms around Oliver's neck, pulling his tongue into his mouth to suck on.

Barry sucks on his tongue and Oliver swears he can still feel that pressure around his cock. He moans lowly and reaches to pull the other man up, up into his lap with greedy hands roaming over long, lean runner thighs, tucking under the waist of red panties and disappearing under the sheer fabric to grip his ass.

The kiss doesn't stop, though, he chases after it anytime it ebbs away, the taste of Barry causing so many things at once to kick into gear. He was always protective of him but it felt different now. He would have to put it to words later, alone, when he could focus on more than just the soft, firm feel of him in his hands, pulling him closer and tucking two fingers between his cheeks just to feel over his entrance. The middlemost finger traced him, half groaning at the soft feel of that first fleshy ring of muscle; it was tight, but so soft, like something well used and loved at the same time. The tip of that same finger carefully slipped just inside to the first knuckle, curious, greedy, he...

"Barry..."

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