Test Drive Meme #2

[proximods]

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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[true_noir]

She laughed. It was a throaty, cold, dry laugh, as low pitched as her tinny little voice could manage. Her lips parted in a thin smile and she shrugged. "I've been trapped in places like this for years. Forced to do things just like this," she whispered. "It's hard not to be a little immune to the strangeness."

Another small chuckle. "And yes, I am... but I won't touch you unless you say I can. That's more than some might promise right now, especially if the drugs get thick enough in our veins." Because she knew how to masturbate to deal with the sensations, which she was starting to do, right about...

Now.

[true_noir]

The word was enough. Chloe smiled and leaned up to whisper in her ear once more, letting the air rush back into her lungs. "Your wish is my command, Chika." Her fingers crooked once more, taking up the offensive and attempting to push her into that second orgasm. Her lips seized hold of Alkaid's and tongue started to invade her, meaning to take everything out of her.

Whether she realized it or not, this whole thing could go for hours. The girl had an alarming stamina for this sort of play.

[persistentdawn]

She still didn't understand anything. What she did made no sense. And she couldn't yet know that her body was going to far outlast her senses in this little game. But of course, Chloe must have known that. If she even had an iota of suspicion about that, she would have fought a little harder to escape while she still could.

She gasped as the air flooded into her, before making a muffled squeal. The squeal from the way the fingers were moving again, making her body jolt and buck. And muffled by the lips claiming her own and tongue thrusting inside of her. Eyes widening as she realized that, like everything else, this woman was claiming her first true kiss too. Well, maybe not entirely true...

No. No it was. She wasn't letting her be Alkaid. She clutched at her shoulders as she moaned into the mouth, eyes rolling back as she trembled a few more times before going utterly rigid. Screaming bliss into the mouth enveloping her own and orgasming for the second time in so many minutes.

[true_noir]

Chloe knew Alkaid's limits. She'd fought her many times. She'd raped her many times. She had a very good idea how much the girl's body could take. And, so as soon as she started coming, the witch just kept going. Her lips stayed pressed in and the sensations refused to stop. They were getting relentless, taking advantage of her, invading her, using her.

No slowing now, she was intent on exhausting her to the point where she blacked out from the bliss, abusing the aphrodisiacs to do it. If she had her way and Alkaid didn't come to her senses in the midst of constant, raw euphoria, the girl wouldn't be walking straight for a couple days.

[persistentdawn]

Part of hew knew that this should have ended when the orgasm happened. And when it didn't, she gave a delirious, frighten squeak into the mouth dominating her own. Her fingers clutched harder and her body bucked firmer against her, but there was no struggle of note to put a stop to it. There was no pulling back, pushing away, or anything. In fact, it was safe to say that in that non-stop euphoria, she felt utterly and completely powerless.

She knew what blacking out, what fading away was like. She had felt it once before. It terrified her to think it could happen again. But that terror was an ant amidst the sea of non-stop pleasure she was being forced to endure. And her mind was sinking.

[neartridire]

It was not her sense of humor that was rusty, it was a time gap in their knowledge and form of humor that was to blame for this misunderstanding. Percival realized his mistake and his grin edged toward sheepish as he tried in his silent way to make up for what he had said.

"Thank you my Lady. Sir Percival, Knight of Camelot." He bowed as much as a cramped closet would allow. When he shifted he felt himself bump her. Percival did not think twice about reaching out to catch her if she stumbled, fingers curling her elbow just in case.

"Do you know of this seven minutes in heaven?" He would rather not die if that was okay with everyone. And this was definitely not a game from his generation.

[leekspins]

"Ha ha...!" She was still a tiny bit embarrassed, but no longer self-conscious about it at least. He was smiling, so she could relax. As long as her efforts still resulted in amusement, she'd consider it a triumph.

Orihime did indeed stumble, but that was less due to the bump and more due to the fact that she was standing face to face with one of Camelot's most famous knights.

"F-for real?!" she gasped. Granted, she didn't know much about English folklore. She knew Arthur was the king, Merlin was the wizard, and Lancelot and Guinevere had a love affair. But beyond that, she only knew a couple of the others' names. She could scarcely believe her senses! But this island was just that kind of place, wasn't it?

She blinked at his question, then blinked again. Scarlet slowly crept over her face as she realized she was going to have to explain the rules of the game to someone who was probably chivalrous and chaste. Not exactly an ideal way to meet a knight, really.

"Er...well...how do I put it..." She rubbed the back of her head, glancing away in growing embarrassment. "It's a kissing game. Ah..." She tipped to the side to peer past his shoulder. Yup, that was what they had to do before they were allowed out of the closet. "I guess we have to kiss each other for seven minutes straight before the door will open."

[true_noir]

Chloe was merciless, or at least as merciless as she was lewd. Her fingers continued their work viciously, teasing and tormenting her to keep her as aggressively aroused as she possibly could, one had leaving the anal beads only long enough at times to pull her collar and slowly but surely use the asphyxiation to help overwhelm her. Eventually she knew she'd be out like a light, and Chloe wouldn't stop until it ended.

"All mine..."

[persistentdawn]

She was beginning to lightly thrash against her, more profound in her gestures. It was from the pleasure that was mounting again, the heaving of her chest and creaking back of her eyes into her skull from the sheer fact that she couldn't understand why she was experiencing this. Then came the choking again. And she sputtered against the mouth enveloping her own as she realized it was her hand this time.

One of her own reached to the wrist gripping it as she bucked harder and harder. But she couldn't focus, and as those lips brushed against hers and those words filled her mouth and mind, she practically bent backwards in half as she orgasmed once again. Only with no breath to take in this time, it wasn't long before her eyes rolled back entirely and she, after a blissful and rigid moment, fell utterly slack.

[mostlyred]

boop

[neartridire]

Percival was a man of few words but he saw everything. His eye did not miss how she stumbled or the look in her eyes as she processed who he was. In Albion it was quite common to see a Knight of Camelot, something was amiss.

Then the chestnut haired beauty began to color, Percival was no fool nor an adolescent boy. He had seen that sort of flush before. He did not prod but instead let her tell him in her own way.

As she spoke his eyebrow went up, a kissing game? Kissing was not unpleasant, it was not as if he had never kissed. For seven minutes however sounded like something meant for a marriage.

"Seven minutes for certain?" He did not sound shocked or uncomfortable about it. It was a gentle request, he did not want to sully her reputation in any way. His own would with stand but his sense of right, honor and duty demanded he try to keep hers intact.

[leekspins]

Orihime nodded. She was smiling, but she was intensely embarrassed for the both of them. He hadn't asked for this, and she certainly hadn't either. It definitely wasn't the way she thought her first kiss would be, but she'd already accepted this sort of eventuality the moment she'd learned why they were brought to the island.

Besides, if she had to kiss anybody, she was glad that it would be someone who seemed kind.

"Sorry," she said, her head bobbing in apology. "I know it isn't ideal. It's just that kind of place." She mistook his reluctance to mean that he just wasn't interested, and that was understandable. "We can sit down and wait to see if they change their minds, if you like."