TEST DRIVE MEME #8

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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 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.

MISC.
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[uninvincible]

[ First things first. Tony takes the Frenzy like a starving man devouring a hunk of bread, swaying slightly on the spot as John starts undressing him. He just stands there and lets him, enjoys the first wave as it smooths over him like warm bathwater.

Then he puffs out a laugh. ]

Servants? I had robot servants.

[ Kinda. JARVIS would have resented that title. Tony's hands move down, fingers tangling with Johns as they work together to get the shirt unbuttoned and off. It's kind of a job, and Tony laughs again-- with an added rush of delight that follows when he realizes he still can. ]

[conjobs]

[John sighs but doesn't comment. His first drink after that forced stint of cold turkey had been just as hurried and just as satisfying.]

Right. Course you did. [Constantine half doesn't believe him, but also it wouldn't really surprise him if this prick was some disgustingly obscene Scrooge McAmerican whoever-the-fuck-he-thinks-he-is. The kind of bloke you'd hope to spend a long, long time hanging around these parts.

Fortunately, John doesn't have standards. Otherwise he wouldn't be here.

He peels Tony's shirt off his shoulders and shoves it the rest of the way down to his elbows, but doesn't bother taking it all the way off with his hands already rushing to grab those silk-covered hips and snap their crotches together.]

Mmm. [Bony fingers slip between Tony's leather belt and his waist. A turn of his hand and a flick of his wrist gets the buckle off.] You hiding one of those lacy pieces of buttfloss in there?

[uninvincible]

[ Buttfloss. It's so utterly unsexy that Tony snorts out a laugh that's way too loud and boisterous to have come from sober man. And, yeah, Tony's legacy isn't a pretty one. He'd been stupid, perhaps, to think he'd made up for it enough to avoid this place.

Yeah, yeah, he knows, it's not real hell. It's just a place he'd gone to directly after dying in which he has been relentlessly punished and tortured and has had his psyche stretched to its snapping point, so. Not real hell at all. ]

No floss. Would be rough on the family jewels, don'cha think?

[ There's something lacy and red, though. Tiny shorts. Tony hadn't kept the entire set he'd worn as an entrance fee, but these had been too good to leave behind. ]

[conjobs]

You seem like the kind of bloke who wouldn't mind a bit of suffering in order to look good. [And Tony is free to interpret that any way he likes.]

Hold this. [John pulls that soft leather belt off Tony's hips and pushes it into one unoccupied hand.] We're gonna find out which end you like, a lil' later.

[His lips twitch into a devious little smirk when he sees the red piece peeking out through Tony's waistband once he undoes the button and zip of those trousers, pushing them down those hips. Those can stay on for a while.

It's a little clunky to be grinding and bumping while trying to get undressed, but somehow John is managing to make it look and feel good while doing it, breath hot and heavy against the side of Tony's neck.] Be a good lad and help us out, love. [He takes Tony's free hand and keeps it pressed against the bulge in his pants as he moves up to bite on the shell of that delicate-looking ear.] Keep rubbing.

[uninvincible]

[ Oh, John knows how Tony is going to take that. He's seen it-- he is one of very few people who has, in fact, and that is why Tony came to him in the first place. So the question about which end of the belt he likes has to be just for show, right?

One thing at a time, though.

Be good makes Tony shiver, makes his knees wobble and has him tipping his head back to bare more of his neck in submission. The Frenzy is dulling his senses nicely, blurring out the humiliation and self-hatred and fear and allowing him to just need-- and he shows it by obeying, cupping John in his hand and rubbing him with expert fingers. ]

[conjobs]

[Ordinarily John might have asked the jonesing tiger to take it easy but he's undeniably good with his hands and it gets a shudder and a low purr out of John. He hurries through the tedious undressing part before forcing Tony to stumble over to the bed.

Another shove and their fall gets cushioned by the mattress. John seizes the folded belt and runs the edge of it over Tony's thigh and waist. The sensation is probably a little different when he's high as a kite. Hopefully it's less threatening without feeling more dull.]

Oi. Wake up. [John taps Tony's cheek a couple of times before cracking a hard backhand.] That mouth good for anything? [Other than bleeding on John's sheets should he have bitten his lip.]

[uninvincible]

[ Fuck, Tony doesn't want to admit how thrilling it is to feel that belt sliding over him. How his entire body buzzes with anticipation and fear and winds up so tight so that the smack hurts bad-- and he does bite his lip, if only to muffle the cry that tears up his throat.

He's so hard it hurts now, but he reaches for John's pants once he can see straight again. After all, he's here to do what John wants. That's why he exists, all that he is right now-- just a pair of holes for him to fuck.

The drug swims in his system and makes the sensation of taking John's cock in his mouth so much more-- like it's overwhelming his senses and filling up his throat and lungs. He moans softly, as if begging John to fuck him down to his guts. ]

[conjobs]

That's it. 'ho's a good boy, huh? [John didn't get the memo that Tony isn't a puppy to be smacked around and yelled at into submission, but for all intents and purposes it seems to be working. Nobody ever got anywhere fast asking nicely being a pushover. His free hand curls under Tony's jaw and tilts it back so he can slide his cock in a little deeper. He looks hungry, even if it's not necessarily just for sex. It's a good look.

A bony hand slides through Tony's damp hair. No doubt his nerve endings must be sizzling with all the drugs coursing through his system and the added stimulation could be pleasantly overwhelming. The blond wouldn't mind getting a little high himself if he wasn't wary of taking things too far and accidentally killing the poor bastard in the heat of the moment.]

If m'done after this I think I'll just hit you for the next twelve hours. [John tips back a bit to sigh blissfully at the ceiling, tilting his head right and left. He'd enjoy taking out his pent up frustrations a bit too much. Gripping tightly into Tony's hair, John pulls his dick out halfway and tries to get some semblance of a response from the other man who might well be on autopilot.] Would you like that?

[uninvincible]

[ Yes. Yes, he'd like that. He'd like that so fucking much. The drug has swamped Tony's mind and all he can think of are yeses-- drowning out the sense of horror he'd feel if he were to disconnect and look down at himself, the absolute disgust he'd see on Pepper's face if she knew.

There's even a quiet thrill at that, though. At that utter disgust, that rejection. She's too good for him, he knows that deep down. He's always known. She'd see this and she'd know too. It would be what he deserves.

But, words. Tony doesn't want to form them, wants that dick back in his mouth to choke them off, but he tries anyway. Nods instead. As much as he can with the hand in his hair, anyway. ]

[conjobs]

Good. We'll be each other's dirty little secrets, hm? [He's fairly confident he'll be able to keep Tony coming back for more; he doesn't need to advertise that fact. Once you have someone eating out of your hand they'll keep coming back. He knows that from experience, doesn't he?]

Don't want anyone else knowing we're really like this. [John chews on his bottom lip as he nudges his cock back into Tony's hot, wet mouth. For someone who probably doesn't spend that much time on his knees, he's fairly good at this. Who're they kidding though, other than themselves? Everyone already knows. They don't need to be brandishing and showing off their list of sins to announce how fucked up they are to the world.

When John finally moves he's a little clumsy - not intentionally, but he's just keen to get a move on. He gives that pale outer thigh a slap and a shove, encouraging Tony to roll over before grabbing that left wrist and bending his arm high up against his back. Unfortunate for him really since John's not aware of that persistent left arm problem to be gentle and he keeps applying pressure and putting his weight against it. And the more it seems to hurt the more John subconsciously wants to grip harder and not let go.

John runs his hand around the curve of Tony's ass, licking his upper lip as he prods at the rim of that tight asshole, teasing at fucking him dry. He pushes in just to the first joint of his finger, but he does at least seem to be looking for the lube. Unless he's looking for something to hit Tony with, which is probably just as likely.]

[uninvincible]

[ Tony can't hold back gasps and cries of pain-- nor, he'd admit, is he trying to. No, everything Tony stubbornly bites down on in his daily life is laid bare here, in this place he and John have made for themselves. This place just for them. This ugly, raw, violent, beautiful place.

John is beautiful, and not just on the outside-- there's beauty in the cruelty he shows here, in the way he knows just what to say to bend Tony's spine any direction he wants. There's beauty in how little he holds back, how he pries Tony open so effortlessly by doing so.

He's right, though. No one else can know about this. Tony will die all over again if they do. Right now, though, he's entirely in the moment--tensing up accidentally-on-purpose at the press of that finger inside him, a sign that he's still all here despite how out of it he is. A thrill rushes through him at the uncertainty he feels; will John just fuck him like this? No prep, no lube, just wreck his fucking body until he can't walk?

That idea should not make him this hard. But it does. He's fucking aching. And look, Tony may not remember a lot of his many, many, many sexual encounters-- but at the moment he's certain he has never been this hard in his life. ]

[conjobs]

[Admittedly the blond thinks that sugar daddy is overreacting a little to a harmless, firm strongarming, which makes him suspect Tony is either more out of it than he initially assumed or he really does have some kind of chronic pain. Either way, John doesn't seem to be letting up.

He's wet enough from Tony's mouth to get past the tight rim of that ass if he stops messing around right now. It's just going to feel very intense for himself and really unpleasant for Tony, fucking him like this. Doesn't bother John much at all though, in the end. He's not the one who has to limp back to his room after he's done.]

You don't cum until I've finished. It'd be rude. That 'nd I'm gon' beat the shit out of you anyway - don't give me any more reasons to. [Finally he lets go of Tony's arm to grab a fistful of dark hair and shove that head down, yanking that arse up with his other hand. Since he's enjoying the fantasy of getting fucked like this, why should the blond bother looking for the lube or stretching him out or starting off gently on a low gear? John guides the head of his cock and nudges it against that tight, twitching little fuckhole. The initial bit's the hardest - no pun intended - and he has to hold Tony down and push in slowly to get the head of his cock in past those tight rings of muscles clamping down around him.

After that it's a lot easier to push in all the way, provided Tony isn't struggling like a fish out of water. It probably doesn't help that John likes to smack that ass to get him to tighten up and hear him protesting and sobbing.] Oh, fuck. Yesss- [Just. Like that.]

[uninvincible]

[ Yeah, there's pain. There's always pain. But this is also a release-- Here in this place of theirs Tony can cry and scream, can wrench out all that pain that he usually carries around inside himself and stashes behind a smirk and a quip. It's so hard to get there that he needs fucking drugs to do it, needs a man to grab him and beat it out of him, but the walls give way at last-- and it all spills out like the tears that trail down his face that he makes no move to brush away, or even seems to be aware of at all.

It's not enough. He needs more, needs to scream. Needs to be made to scream. John knows this, apparently, because he's lining up and just pushing right the fuck inside-- and Tony does it, Tony screams, a short choked-off thing that he bites down on out of habit with enough force to split his own lip further.

His body is fighting this, jerking away and putting up a struggle because he isn't supposed to want this and needs John to force him. After all Tony can suit up, call his nanobots and blast the guy to pieces if he wants, but he won't. He came here of his own free will. John knows the struggle is just for show and that's fine by him. ]

Move. [ He grits out after that smack, after John is fully settled in. Balls fucking deep. This is going to hurt, Tony knows, it's going to fucking tear him up inside. But he can't think on that too much or he'll cum. ]

[conjobs]

[At some point it would probably be prudent to hold him and ask if he's alright, encourage him to let it out, do all that nourishing caring rubbish that John is ill-equipped to do. At the very least he should probably get someone else to check in on Tony, but. He didn't come here for all that wholesome loving and John - John doesn't much like 'complicated'. He wants it simple. Hard, fast, rough, fun, but ultimately, simple.

The blond should probably try and get him to quieten down, make it sound less like he's murdering someone in bed. But where's the humblebragging rights to be had in that? That John is getting off on Tony trying to shove him off and making him redouble his efforts to physically pin him down is probably not worth mentioning. No different from any other played out fantasy, surely. He'd rather there be a walk of shame afterwards than a feet-dragging trudge of mental breakdown.

He moves, slow because it's difficult to stretch him out without easing Tony into this and not because he particularly wants to be gentle. And maybe, just a wee bit, he wants this to be a slow burn for Tony in all the wrong ways. He uses most of his body weight to pin Tony down, hands going for wrists to deny any opportunity for Tony to jerk himself off.]

Fuck you. [John grabs a fistful of dark, damp hair and drives Tony's head into the mattress, keeping it down for a while before going back to grabbing his wrist and twisting his forearm behind his back. Every thrust throws him ever so slightly off balance, drives his shoulders down, and John rams him harder until the bed creaks and groans in protest.]

Look at yourself. You like this. [And he'll have tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow to remember how much he liked this, being someone's bitch, getting fucked raw, cock hanging untouched between his legs while another man draws down his own pleasure from his misery. Every time he sits, stands, moves, turns, it'll hurt, and that dull ache will remind him how deep and dark this pit is that he wanted to fall into.]

[uninvincible]

[ He'll blame the drugs later.

Not for the sex-- Tony and crazy sex are old friends. He's been on his knees with something up his ass more times than he cares to try to remember. No, that's not what he has to hide here, what he has to bury deep down with all the other ugly things he carries around under the suit of armor he never takes off. The one that's nowhere to be found as Tony's head is yanked up and he sucks in air in a gasp that is choked off by a moan.

The thought of Pepper seeing Tony so debased, so degraded, should be the most horrifying thing his mind can conjure up. He wants it to be, but it's not. His own self-hatred is a fucking aphrodisiac at this point and John just keeps driving the point home with every thrust of his hips and every word that pierces Tony's skin like a snakebite.

And that's what's so beautiful. John just takes, rips all the control away from Tony so he can just shut down and leave his mind and be a tight quivering fuckhole for the man to ruin. He can't even touch himself.

He might come anyway.]