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Test Drive Meme #2

You wake up in a closet. It's a nice enough one, clearly owned by someone with a large bedroom and too many clothes. There's a dim light on but no switch to make it brighter. As your eyes adjust and you come to the realization that this is probably not a dream, you notice you aren't alone. Locked in the closet with you is (at least) one other person who seems just as confused and disoriented as yourself.

On the door, you can both see a list with a possibly familiar title and a familiar set of rules; Seven Minutes In Heaven. The door will be locked for a probably very long seven minutes and it will not open no matter how much you try to force it. In the closet air is a hefty dose of aphrodisiacs that might be clouding your normal judgement. The longer you wait, the more you want to give in to the game.

Will they really let you out when the seven minutes are done? Or will the countdown start all over again until you consent? Only waiting will tell.

EDIT: Aphrodisiacs are OPTIONAL, not required. Also feel free to make your own scenarios, themes are merely for those wanting an idea.

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It's no better here. Don't feel sympathy for me. You're in the middle of the same crap here. [She said it with a nasty little chuckle. After all, there she'd been forced to have sex. Here, she was forced to have sex. Just the same, only different in styles.

Nodding quickly, she made her way to the edge of the building and jumped downwards off of the ledge. A glance downwards would show a metal bar there between the buildings, some old metal scaffolding that she caught, flipped around and jumped into a landing on. It was in human range certainly, but ... did people normally make jumps off of buildings like that? Given the way she smiled? She did.]

She didn't stop, but she did slow down. Her fingers hovered there over her sex and the toy stopped moving inside of her for a precious second or two. She was catching her breath, one hand reaching up to tip at her head, bring her in close for an almost kiss. Lips were resting up against her cheeks and she giggled softly. "Do you feel like you're going to explode, like your head is spinning and like something's about to happen, something you don't know?"

Just the slightest touch, brush against her clit, a feathery little grazing and she stole a short kiss from her. "If that's it," another kiss. "Close your eyes and trust me. It's not a bad thing."

Hey why was she slowing down. She squirmed, she bucked. She had half a bewildered noise ready. Only to find her lips taken in what she was realizing was her first real face to face, so to speak, with the woman that was doing this to her. And of course, god damn it, she had to start talking again. She couldn't rightly stop trembling all over and she was running her mouth some more with that voice that was driving her crazy, along with everything else ever about this entire stupid-

She cried at that touch during the middle of her rant, only to find her lips captured by the other woman's. "Y-you" She started only to find her lips stolen again. Two kisses. Her first, her second proper ones. Well...

She had always thought this going a very different way.

Cheeks red, eyes half lidded, lips agape and breath quickly misting again, she nodded slightly and did as she was told. She didn't know better at that point. How could she.

She took the nod as permission. The heel of her palm pressed to her nub and started to grind. Seconds later, the fingers that had been teasing were pushing up and in. They slid into her body, past the wet walls and started grinding, crooking. She didn't remember the exact angles immediately, but soon they were starting to press the way she remembered hearing Alkaid scream for her before. Her hips began to move again, this time the pace fervent, regular and above all not slowing down at all.

She wasn't teasing her now. Her lips seized her fully, sucking on her lower lip as her body moved against her, taking as much as she was giving. She wanted to come now. Her body was aching and she craved the release that she could have, the end of the ache. Feeling herself starting to get light headed, she pulled hard and groped, gripped and touched Alkaid, thrusting in hard with her fingers and the strap-on with every intent of dragging her over now, getting her past that first one.

She was going to ruin this girl for anyone else if she had anything to say about it.

She would have loved to have had the chance to say exactly what the nod meant. Because it was not really permission as much as it was agreeable. Nothing could have prepared her for that, but not knowing what was coming was way, way worse. Or better, depending on how you interpreted her next couple of actions.

She jerked hard, went rigid. And squealed. Something shocked, and oh so utterly euphoric. Everything up until now felt like it had been paced. Now, she was just being besieged. Crying into and against the mouth on hers, thrashing against the other body and bucking into hands, then back into toy. It took nothing after those fingers slammed into her body for her to reach the top of that mountain and rocket off it into the sun.

By which she meant she was screaming herself utterly horse as she came. Practically jumping in spot until she felt her limbs lose what little they had and her figure slump against Chloe. Twitching, jerking, and bucking as she made the worst mess she had ever made of herself.

Chloe came not long afterwards, bucking up against her and using the wall to keep her aloft. Her own body twisted and spasmed, the strap-on jammed deep into Alkaid as she finally broke the kiss to let out a long and exultant cry. Her whole frame shook, eyes rolling back.

She did start to settle at that point, though she didn't pull out immediately. She eased down to her knees, helping to guide the girl there as well. When she finally pulled free, she was careful, though she didn't let go. In the back of her head, she'd heard a click at the closet door, an unlocking, as she'd screamed in climax. She wasn't letting go yet though. Alkaid was naked and she kept the temperatures outside of her cloak sub-zero. Pulling the cloak over their heads, the panting did fade, though the whole of that cloth prison was filled with the scent of sex and sweat, humid and hot.

She took the strap-on off and started trying to twist teh girl around and curl against her. "Take it easy for a second, Chika. It's still freezing out there." Because she was doing it. No, she wasn't the scientist's prisoner now. She was hers.

She slumped against the wall, suddenly tired hands reaching out into the chilling cold and clutching at the hard wood. Shuddering there in a gasping heap until she was brought down from her feet and to her knees. She missed the sound of the door unlocking, and as he hands began to freeze, she found herself drawing in. And the hood drawing over. Trapping her in something smaller than a closet.

It was easy to get her twisted around, slumped against the crazy woman. Arms tangled around her, head pressed against her shoulder, still whimpering and gasping and trying to catch her breath. After all that, with her ass showing the signs of such a thorough penetration, she felt almost languid. Confused and lost, but oh so languid.

"Y-yeah cause...cause I'm just gonna...get up from that..." She panted. She whined. She didn't even realize she could leave. She couldn't. Outside was ice and cold and not Chloe. And that last thing, why was it so important. Chloe was heat and...more now. She couldn't understand.

And that was just the kind of addictive sensation Chloe wanted to breed. Make the world outside seem horrible, more inhospitable than it already was, and it was already a pretty terrible place. She fastened and tied the cloak like a tent, trapping her inside there, naked in a bubble of heat while she pulled her in, flush against her body. Her touches now were affectionate, not lewd. She kissed again, at her neck and spoke in a low, purring voice.

"Yeah. It's a little exhausting when it's good." She chuckled low and nuzzled. The light within was entirely gone, but she could still see her there. "But ask. Any question you want, anything at all, and I'll tell you."

She'd love to say there was no difference between lewd and affectionate right then and there, but given how her backside was feeling, the mess between her legs and on the floor, and the way those touches felt after something so intense...

She sank in against her, craning her neck, desiring those plainly affectionate touches and sensations. She didn't know how long they last, or what they were doing, or any nefarious intention behind them. All she knew was that after that she couldn't help but desire some sort of fondness and closeness.

"Where...are we?" She didn't mean to word it like that, but how could she not? With her body opened up to the other woman and her resistances broken down entirely. After that, if it wasn't about them, it was about her. And that was a pretty low place to be at that moment.

[It was the second thing she said that had him stilling, body tensing as she moved past him to go rummage in cupboards for something that wasn't there. He'd never drank much before the serum and afterwards, it would have been for taste only. And alcohol was not consumed for its taste.

Of course, if he knew what she wanted, he'd go get it for her, but he was still musing over that very open implication. Which then made him think things he probably shouldn't, so he crammed them back in his mental vault before turning to her and answering her.]

Your choice.

[Simple and the truth. Being with him wouldn't be something she'd do by choice, otherwise she wouldn't be so hellbent on throwing name after name at him.]

What are you looking for?

"The island of Proxima Gamma, Center City somewhere. You were kidnapped by a group of scientists to be experimented on. Every experiment has involved sex and aphrodisiacs, just like this one," she explained, her hands encircling around Alkaid's waist, running along her back while she hooked her head into the crook of the girl's waist. Unseen, one foot gently nudged both of their clothes out from underneath the cloak. The frost would crust over them, ice rimming every wall of the room, frost and snow forming along the door and starting to seal the hinges so that they couldn't move properly. When she finally thought to look for her clothes, they'd be away, and her naked body trapped alone with Chloe as its only protection.

"You're not in the game anymore. Your ... sprite I think you called it once? Your mind and sprite were brought here, given a body. You're Chika in here," A hand reached in to touch her chest. "Outside you're Alkaid."

If she was even slightly aware of what was going on, she likely would have tried to get out. Maybe strangle her a little with her fox tail sash. Sadly, that state of post-euphoria after glow and desire left her relatively dumb to everything going on immediately outside of her person. She sighed as she settled against her, melted into her person and warmth. And listened avidly but tired to her explanation.

"That's impossible. That's stupid and impossible. How could they even?" There were way too many questions. So she started from the top. Breathing heavier as touches and statements made reminded her that the woman she was presently close to wanted her in some way that went beyond the cusp of her realizations.

"I don't know. I don't know how Atia kidnapped you and I on that other island," she said simply, giving a little shake of her head. Her touches continued to move in slow, light circles, avoiding really sensitive spots and simply glorying in the feel of her skin, the familiarity of it all at points. "It seems impossible, but it's where you are. They have something that stole us from different worlds."

She leaned up, pressing her lips against the underside of Alkaid's chin, smiling as she caught her all to herself. She had every intention of screwing her again, but she was going to let her rest a bit, get some of her strength back. She wasn't going to be walking straight for a week when she was done with her.

She couldn't help but shift and wiggle in place as she touched her all over. The body wasn't real, the closest they ever came was minute sensations and...well, whatever happened when she was PK'd that one time. Everything else was generally just role playing. And yet every inch of skin was now real and she could feel those touches all over.

She found herself snapping back to it a little when she felt those lips against her chin, breathing quietly as she pulled back a little and looked down. She couldn't rightly see her there but, she could feel her so much.

"The hell is Atia? Different worlds? This is all...I don't get it." And why, god why, did this wicked vixen seem fixed on just ruining her for everything but her own wicked desires.

[Well, they were a little limited on Lindas and Sharons here. And if someone better suited for him came along, she'd happily do what she could to get them together. There was a reason she hadn't tried back home. If he knew how she viewed herself, why she couldn't have that kind of relationship with him - he'd understand. She was tainted, going so far as to see herself as a monster thanks to past life choices... Some of which weren't her own.

He deserved a chance at happiness and a family. Someone who could give him a glimpse into normal. That girl wasn't her.

Raising up from her spot in the fridge, she gives a little sigh - closing the door before letting her hands move to rest on her hips.]

My ability to choose was pretty much taken away from me the moment I was dragged here. I'm not saying it needs to happen, I'm just saying it's an option. I'm willing to help out a friend when he's in need. Steve, I don't have the same reservations about sex as you and if it means I can bypass giving them a chance to experiment on me?

[A beat.]

I'm done being someone's puppet. [She doesn't dwell on it, rather breaking her gaze him with him and lightening her tone as she looks back in cabinets she'd already searched.] And I was looking for some form of booze. I know it's a longshot, but I figured it'd be worth a try. Where's the nearest store?

[Because if they were gonna keep chatting, she was gonna need a drink.]

"Atia is a woman, a goddess of sex, and a psychotic bitch," she explained. Her hands began to start at the shoulders and smooth their way down to her rear. She repeated the action, nipping at her throat and breathing the scent of her in. One hand reached up to her throat again, sneaking fingers in under the collar and tugging it once more.

"She put a collar around our necks. If we didn't have sex every two weeks, it would choke us to death. When we'd go home, we'd forget everything there," she went on to explain. "I remember your collar so well. It would press to your throat far too often. You fought her a lot."

When she or Larxene weren't raping her at least.

She was going to need to stop wearing collars around her. Wait, why was THAT the thing she was considering and not putting as much distance between them as possible once she was out? She whined at that tension around her throat, a distinct difference from the little mewl like noise she produced at her nipping mouth on her neck.

Still, she didn't fight her. She was getting answers. Not ones she rightly understood, but answers. She shifted upwards against her, trying to get her teeth away from her neck. They made her feel weirdly weak.

"And we were there together?" She muttered, not believing it. She refused to, really. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to keep her talking.

[He felt bad. Guilty. Like he was somehow responsible for her being here. Like they'd picked her especially because she was one of the few women, if not the only woman, he had some sort of relationship with back home. His hands lifted from his sides, like he was going to apologize to her. He wanted to. He wanted to take the blame for this somehow. If it would get her back home...

But he knew her well enough to know she'd shoot it down. Put the blame anywhere but on him. She was a little blind in that regard.]

Natasha... you know if you need anything, I'll be there. Whether it's to find you someone you want, or... whatever you need.

[Because yes, Steve firmly believed she had no interest in him whatsoever. Which was probably for the best, but... he had an ego. Even if it was a small one.]

A couple blocks away, but how about we just order it?

[He gestured to the tablet he'd left on the table when he'd been out. What? There'd been no Avengers to assemble here.]

Sorry, I don't, ah... well. You know.

[Of course, now that she was here, he was going to have to stock up.]

"We were there together. For a long time in fact," she said softly, not letting her completely get away. Oh, the teeth could escape, but the fingers stayed twisted up in her collar, keeping just a little bit of pressure there over her throat. "You were friends with a few people there, but there was only one from your game who ever came over. I don't know how well you knew them, though."

She shrugged, her hand pressing to the small of her back before sliding around to her thigh and working up towards her knee. Long, smooth motions, appreciating the feel of her skin. "We... had a rocky friendship, not that that's hard to believe. I am crazy, after all."

The pressure was a weird source of sensation. The tugging on her neck was not comfortable. It would never be comfortable. And yet the way she found herself struggling for breath made those touches so much more notable. It made it hard to ignore that, or the sound of her voice. Not necessarily what she was saying, though she did listen. But the imprint of her wicked voice in that addled brain of hers.

"You don't freaking say..." She managed in a quiet voice. "So...so how do you know every...what you think you know and I know nothing then, huh?"

"I'm dead, dear. I was taken from Amat, not from my world like you were. I have my last memories, of that island. The day I go home, that is the day I am dead forever," she said, shrugging, not sounding all that bothered. Not anymore. "As for how I ever found out your real name? You told me. You, one day, stopped hiding behind Alkaid and decided to be yourself. You re-introduced yourself to everyone. Most of them were very confused. I wasn't."

She'd understood why Alkaid had done it. The hand up at her knee rested there and her lips started to move down to the collarbone. The touches were becoming less affectionate and more actually meant to arouse. The huddled forms shifted up, the cloth of the cloak pressing up against the wall a little.

Yeah, if there was anything left that could have made her seize up entirely, that was probably it. She froze in place as she listened. To her explain something that never happened. Why would she hide behind Alkaid? Why would she not just...oh right. The sex or die thing. Come to think about it, was this place any better. She was a fucking school girl for shit's sake. She wasn't supposed to be experimented on.

Her reality came back to her at something that felt...different. Not tender, not unkind. Sexual. Yeah that was it. She squirmed, breath hitching a not, as she turned her head and looked down. Watching them curl around one another that much more. Feeling herself get pinned against the cloak. Or wall a little.

"Who the hell are you to me?" She finally had to ask. She had crushes. She had people crushing on her. She even teased about with stuff that could be sultry. But this was alarmingly well beyond anything she could have ever imagined having.

Chloe slid up some and brushed her lips against Chika's. "How can I say?" she admitted. "We were friends. We fought. We had sex. A lot of sex. Good sex. I was even a little obsessed with you at times. You were a little obsessed with me too. We ... I had lovers, closer ones than you, but still you were very important to me in those days. I'm not quite sure what I'd call you." Her lips came in to steal a kiss while she clenched on the collar. It was going to get stretched a bit unless it was elastic, which she hoped it was. Either way, it was good for a nice, breath-stealing, dark and light-spot creating kiss while she nipped on her lips.

The kiss and the grip faded and her hand went up to one of her breasts, rubbing her thumb against it. "Rivals? Rivals that got it out of our system in bed sometimes? I think we might say that." It was close, after all. "At least until you stopped being Alkaid. Then we were just friends. Friends who shared a bed."

[And one day if they both ever decide to open up and chat, they'd have one hell of a story time dealing with what the other one thought. Right now, though? Yeah, she'd definitely shoot down an apology.

They'll cross the sexual bridge when they get there. Honestly, she's spoken her piece and it sounds like they're finally in agreement. At least for now. She'll take it.

The suggestion of ordering the booze is more than enough to distract her, already moving over to the tablet on the table. She gives a little wave of her hand when he apologizes, the other already flying over the screen and getting the order in. If she was gonna be stuck here, she might as well have booze.

With a few extra clicks, she gives an almost happy sound as she turns back to face him.]

It should be here in about 7 minutes. Maybe sooner. Y'know, I can teach you a trick or two on this thing if you want?

There was something about this all that just blew her mind. It was the idea that she would have repeated sex with her. Now she could feasibly see something like this. Backed into a corner and tricked...that's how she saw it...into having it. But how many times could she be tricked? How much tricking until she couldn't hide the fact that they were lovers. Or more. Or worse?

She said nothing again between those words. Leaning into those kisses without rightly thinking. Kissed and gagged as her air was again robbed from her by a tug on that collar. It was designed to fit snug to her neck, and certainly not out of anything intended to be clothing. It might get some tug on it, but ultimately, it might as well be painted on. And she couldn't stop herself from moaning against those lips as they robbed her air and marked her own lips.

"You make...me sound like some kind of...of..." She didn't even know the word. And she hated that it was implied. Worst still, how it made her shudder. Worse yet...she was sinking into those touches. The erotic kissing, the handling of her breasts. Was it lingering euphoria? Was it intense need to feel out her new body? Or was...it something hideous and horrifying she didn't know about that Chloe knew in perfect detail?

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