gammeme | Test Drive Meme #2

The fact that the door didn't buckle was annoying. The fact that she could very pointedly feel the door shaking, feel the impact in her foot and shooting up her leg, however, put her on the coldest ice she had ever felt. The World was a pretty goddamn immersive game, but this was another tier. This was something else all together.

Setting her foot down, she stared downwards in bewilderment before raising and pulling her arm back, preparing to punch the door. "This isn't fun-" Her train of thought wasn't so much derailed as it was flung from the track by a vicious storm when she felt those arms around her, breath at her ear.

Actually felt them. Oh and felt them. And then THAT kind of statement from...there was so much 'what' at that moment that she actually didn't know what to do. Save for slowly turn her head to try and see just who it was.

"Pretty little Chika," Chloe whispered, her memory holding onto that one screwed up part of their past, the sharing of her real name. Her lips brushing at the red-head's ear while she started to turn. Oh, her arms were curling tightly, even though she let the woman turn. There, hints of purple in the dark, pale lips curled up into a nasty little smile that showed just a hint of pearly white teeth. And the sensation of the woman's giggles ran through her back.

"Where oh where have you been, my precious Chika?" Her fingers started to meander to the edges of the girl's waist, grip tightening as she waited to feel the struggles she was certain were about to come.

A nightmare.

That was what she was pretty sure she was in. As she stared back with eyes wide as plates. Stared into wicked lips with purple dotting her voice. Listening to those wicked lips hum her name so familiarly. So possessively. Like some kind of gremlin out of a book cherishing some trinket it came across once. It explained it all so well. Why she was in this form, why this frightening individual knew her name, the bizarre listing of rules on the door. The feeling of...

Wait. Feeling. Oh her brain could not process this right now.

The tightened grip made her eyes twitch, and then she did the only thing she could think to do. Shake this crazy person the hell off of her! "Get off me!" She shouted, suddenly wanting nothing more than some serious distance. ...well, as serious as the closet could give her.

When she tried to squirm away, Alkaid was definitely the stronger of the two of them. She always had been. However, Chloe was agile and nimble and incredibly good at twisting her body acrobatically. And, in that tight little space, getting away wasn't going to be so easy as simply shaking her off. As she tried to twist away, Chloe was aiming to get her wedged up in the process into a corner, her grin widening.

"So cold, Chika. So very cold," she whispered. "But I can be cold too you know..." And, as she spoke, both of their breaths started to mist and chill, the air dropping considerably in temperature while the aphrodisiacs continued to flow. As the chill mounted, the only warmth in that chamber was Chloe's body.

Chloe had technique and know how. Alkaid had a frantic desire to be anywhere else in all of eternity from that one spot. No amount of strength was going to tip the balance in her favor. She threw as much into it as she could, trying to shake the creeper off. Only to find herself getting fixed deeper in, and more against her.

"Stop using that name, and get the hell off me already!" She was deaf to her meaning as she tried harder to shake her off, starting to reach back and swing her arms to push her off. At least until she realized a couple of things. One, it was getting cold. She could see her breath misting in there. See THEIR breath misting in there. That alone was rather...chilling.

But the next ones came without pun. Because in her current state of attire, she could feel that cold all over. Exposed skin quickly beginning to show goosebumps, and a shudder that she couldn't rightly fight or stop. "How is this...ah?" There it was. What was cold was one thing. What was warm was another. She felt those things naturally enough, sure. But that was in real life. Not in game.

"You b-better start...t-talking..." She practically growled, trying to keep from sinking into that warmth. Teeth chattering and face as red as her hair. She'd gone from squirming to shuddering, to freezing. And at this point she just wanted some clarity or something.

"No, Chika," she whispered as the world around them started to take on frost. The air was drying as a result, the moisture freezing all along the edges of the walls. She felt none of the pain of it, none of the ill effects. It was, after all, her cold. And she could make it so that the barely sub-zero temperatures were bitter and dangerous... unless Chika was pressed up close and flush against her. There, there was enough warmth that she wouldn't get hypothermia.

"I'll call you Alkaid for the others if you really want that again, but when it's just us? It's Chika. You can lie and tell them you're Alkaid, you're the demon empress, or whatever you want. I'll lie for you, but when it's just us? You're just Chika. My Chika." She was giggling, pushing back against the attempts to press her off and get a bit of space. "I'll tell you everything you need to know. But there's a toll, a price for information. You have to stop being so cold to me."

She knew the door wouldn't open if something didn't happen. She knew, and she was abusing it. Freezing temperatures, aphrodisiacs. The girl struggling against her would feel lips touching her neck, teasing at her skin, brushing over goosebumps. Yes, she wasn't fighting fair and she didn't care one bit. Chika was hers again, and she wasn't letting go.

There were a lot of questions going through her mind. The most prominent one though just kept repeating. Echoing endlessly in her head as the cold became sharp and bitter. Her breaths getting louder as the mists grew more plain. The closet was turning into an ice locker. And every time another question entered her head, the next was a panicked, frantic, and furious 'what?!'.

As her warmth became the only thing she knew outside the cold, her words froze the insides of her ears, mind and soul and picked away at it. Flip flopping between the terror of this person knowing so much, desiring so much, and then to concepts she couldn't grasp. Who were these people, why would she lie...

She shuddered her fiercest yet as her terror and rage knit face, flushed as red as it ever could from the blatant forwardness and intent, let slip a far less intimidating noise. Her head shot forward as lips brushed her neck, just shy of smashing against the closet as they did.

"I don't even know you..." And yet, it was becoming increasingly less important. She was so cold and this mysterious, wicked woman just...every touch was definitively not.

"You'll remember," she whispered, pressing her body up against Alkaid. One hand reached back and she started to pull her own top off and over her head. The sound of it and a pair of bandoliers dropping to the ground filled the frozen world, and as soon as she pressed in again fully, the heat of her body was there, offering her the safety of the cloak draping all around her and a flaming difference from the freezing world around them.

She accepted quickly that Alkaid didn't recognize her voice, but it didn't really matter to her. In fact, there was a good side. The damage Larxene had done, some of the things she'd done, they weren't there. No, what she was doing now? It wasn't good, but there were things she could avoid doing entirely. If Alkaid refused, she told herself she'd take no for an answer, but damned if she wouldn't make it ... appealing to say yes.

"My name is Chloe, Chika. And, right now I am your only friend. I'll tell you whatever you want to know... and all I want is to touch you, to feel your skin soft against mine once again. Let me take you to heaven..."

She hadn't dared to look back again since getting twisted around into the corner of the closet. Some small part of her half expected to see a frigid demon of some sort, bemused expression twisted onto her face. So when she heard the sound of things dropping just behind her, somehow even more poignant in the crisp and unforgiving cold, she seized up and went rigidly straight.

Only this time, she was wrapping herself up. A cloak over top her nonstop shivering form. Though she really, really had to try and not think about how that warmth seem to spread out against her back and figure. Unobstructed by anything.

"Do you have any idea how crazy that sounds...you sound?" She sputtered, even as she found herself slowly reaching to and clutching at cloak. But...returning to that cold, on top of being afraid and confused? "Fine...Just...don't be so creepy about it." And under her breath, a simmering promise that she'd pay once this was all sorted out.

Chloe kept the cloak draped over Alkaid's shoulders and started folding it around the two of them, clasping it around the red-head's neck so it would hang loosely on both shoulders and trap the heat within. Her lips brushed up against the earlobe and ran right up so that she barely had to breathe to talk. "I know. And I even know I'm a little unhinged, but now that you're being so good... I'll let you stop me with a word if it gets to something you really don't want."

She might have been trying to shift the two of them so they were near the little vents she could see in the walls, where she assumed the aphrodisiacs were being pumped out. Her hands began to wander, one choosing to run down Alkaid's arm while the other wrapped around her waist, pressing to the warrior's taut belly and squeezing in against her.

"Coconut," she whispered. "You know what I'm asking of you, I think, but if I touch you a way you really don't want, say it and I'll stop." Not that she expected she'd be hearing it much soon. And, if this meant Alkaid came after her? Well... she was looking forward to that.

The look on Alkaid's face was something that probably wouldn't have been out of place in a comedy routine. Eyes wide, mouth agape, expression knit into one of just extreme flustered surprise. It didn't help that her chest was steadily rising and falling, indicating big deep breathes through nose or mouth. This was just blowing well and truly beyond her usual range and into territory she just didn't know how to properly function in.

Of course, the shit she was breathing in surely wasn't helping any. Or maybe it was, though not entirely in a way Alkaid might agree with under normal circumstances.

"J-just...what kind of ways are you thinking I need a freaking word over?" She was so far beyond embarrassed and bewildered that she was smashing up against confusion. Somewhere along the line, this had to make a lick of sense, right?

"You only need to know that you have the word. I promise I'll stop for it," Chloe said, her lips running along Alkaid's ear, brushing and dragging her teeth there while she whispered almost unintelligible words, so faint that they were only audible every few words. The gibberish was meant to keep the girl on edge while her fingers started to wander much more thoroughly, to the base of her arm and up along her belly.

She was starting to nudge at the red-head's top, pushing it up just enough that the press of her bare chest, small breasts squashing up against her back would be so much more apparent. She leaned in, kissing at her throat and trying to tilt her neck back, practically facing it into the flow of aphrodisiacs as she could feel them acting on herself as well.

"Argh...do you know how freaky that makes you sound?" She muttered hastily under her breath as she sank against the other woman that much more. No matter how dire her situation seemed, there was absolutely no changing how good her warmth felt against the onset cold. Alkaid, very much inexperienced when it came to stuff like this, could only murmur flustered statements and manage bewildered faces. Even as she tipped her head to one side, or shift against the other woman.

Couldn't help but notice the way her voice seemed to slither inside of her. Even when she seemed to be just making noises. Matching her fingers and how they trailed all over her.

All it took was the feeling of those naked breasts against her exposed back, and the lifting of her top, to realize where this was going all over again. She made a high pitched squeak from the indecency of it all, hands reading for her wrists like it was somehow going to matter. But despite the alertness in her mind and just how delirious everything felt, she was putty. Her tipped further, heavily breathing nostrils and mouth sucking in that sweet poison. Making her feel a different kind of warm all over.

"W-what...happened to answering questions...huh?"

Fingers were at the edges of Alkaid's breasts, running soft lines there when the warrior's own hands reached up to try and to stop her by the wrist. She played there, just up underneath the girl's top, one hand caught mere inches from a grope and the other at her belly while she pressed in against her. Her lips were worming along the edges of her collar and she didn't seem to be at all concerned about how freaky any of this made her sound. she was enjoying the feel of the skin there, pulling a hand free of Alkaid's to reach back, behind and slip two fingers underneath the red fabric. She gave it a gentle, tight tug that would cut the air for a split second before releasing it again, her body squeezing while she leaned her lips up underneath the chin.

the second question got a tinny little laugh. "Ask away. Ask anything you want while I take you... and I'll tell you whatever you want to know," she whispered. It was a nice little twisted offer. Alkaid could have any information she wanted, for as long as Chloe was fucking her.

Perfectly reasonable.

It was a particularly unpleasant thing to feel, after all that touching and murmuring and kissing. The more of it she was party to, the more she seemed to melt into it. Weakening even as her mind continued to run a thousand miles with confusion and fluster. Fortunately, the one question that hadn't popped into her mind was 'why am I enjoying this?'. That would have created all kinds of undue panic and mortification.

But the feeling of her collar (so it actually was one huh? She always thought it looked painted on for her character) getting tugged and the sensation of a scant moment of difficulty breathing brought her back into the now. And reminded her that she was currently trapped in a closet with a borderline psychopath that knew a scary amount about her and wanted to be friends with creepy, lewd benefits.

And her face was back to an almost comical looking bewilderment.

"T-take...the hell does that mean?" Oh, she knew. At least one or two of her favorite novels framed it like that. But she never quite envisioned it being used with regards to her. Not the best first question she could ask.

"I'm going to have sex with you," she whispered in a sultry, aggressive sort of way. The fingers at the collar tugged again, the pressure light but not too forceful before she started to haul the blue and white fabric of Alkaid's top fully off of her chest, aiming to get it up and over her head despite the struggles of her arms.

"I'm going to take a toy and I'm going to plunge it into you while my fingers make you sing for me," she continued to breathe. "I'm going to make you blush, make you squirm, and make you scream in pleasure. And if you're good, I might actually let you come."

She giggled, leaning in to whisper right into her ear. "But if you'd like, I can make it so you're 'technically' still a virgin when I'm through. Assuming this is your first time, Chika dear."

Yeah. She regretted asking. To Chloe's fortune, it was going to be easier to take that top off of her while she stood there in a perfect frozen state. Eyes wide, cheeks red, mouth agape. It wasn't until that way she said her real name, laced with sweetness and poison, that she found herself responding again. Now topless. Flustered. Freaked out. Confused. And courtesy of so many different elements, aroused.

"You...are not making any sense..." She finally sputtered out, shaking her head wildly as her hands quickly took the place of her top, each one covering a breast. "None of this is making any se-ah." Big mistake. And perhaps the next real clue that something was profoundly weird right now. Because there was no way she should have actually felt that, right?

The feeling of her still chilled hands against her breasts. The palms pressing down her hard nipples. Oh, the hard nipples to begin with. And what with the aphrodisiac that had been muddying her up something fierce, she couldn't right stop herself from squeezing just a bit, and letting out a choked little noise at how that felt.

Feeling the hands reaching for her breasts to get some vague sense of decency, Chloe laughed and kissed her ear. Her own hands reached back and pulled something with a jangle out of her hip bag. Shortly afterwards, something started to shimmy and shake its way down her legs, resting right down by Alkaid's feet. A look down in the darkness probably wouldn't tell what it was, but the heat of a naked body resting up against her was telling on its own.

She held the toy in her hand carefully for the moment, not doing anything yet, simply relishing how long it would take for Alkaid to realize. "It doesn't have to make sense," she whispered in that sultry tone, flicking her tongue across her ears again. "All you have to know is you'll still be a virgin, and you'll feel very good soon."

Well, after the initial discomfort anyway.

No matter what it was she said or did the one moment, this devil of a woman had her dead to rights the next. Kissing her ear and, thought it took a few seconds to register, realizing she was now utterly naked and grinding up against her. Alkaid gasped at that, eyes snapping wide and head ducking forward. It was the most she had moved herself in the last couple of minutes. And it took away from her absent minded fondling of her own breasts.

"Th-that's the freaking part that needs to make the most sense..." She sputtered out in a frenzied voice that sounded more confused than angry, and more aroused than flustered. Oh the questions just kept mounting and coming. She said she'd answer, but all she was doing was making it impossible for her to think straight. Overwhelming her mind with all this...thisness!

"Oh, you mean the 'virgin' part?" she said, giggling before she took the toy and ran it between them, over Alkaid's rear. The feel of a fake cock brushed up there on her skin and she leaned her hips back a little, hands fiddling with some sort of object. "That's not nearly as tricky as you seem to be making it. I'm going to put this into your ass."

And she just snickered away, her lips parted. This was one of her favorite moments. Teasing Chika with horrible things she hadn't planned on experiencing and stretching her limits. She'd missed it for a while.

You know, you would think that after waking up in a closet, getting frozen, molested, and then accosted by some freak stranger that desperately wanted her to just be friendly would manage to be the height of confusion. Would throw someone off their game as much as humanly possible. But then you just slide in a side of anal to a confused girl who got embarrassed by sentimental gifts, never mind this hardcore sex business, and suddenly all that other stuff before seems almost casual.

"YOU'RE GOING TO WHAT?!"

Edited 2015-08-19 22:06 (UTC)

"I'm..." click went one latch. "Going..." went another. A little shimmy and a familiar groan as the strap on was put into place. Her hips pressed up again, hot dogging the strap-on against the gap between Alkaid's cheeks, pressing against the fabric of her remaining clothes. She giggled. "To fuck you..." And she was leaning in very close to her ear again, the breath misting right where she could see. "In the ass, Chika dear."

She hadn't heard the word coconut yet. Nope, not stopping.

You know, when you put it like that, it almost made sense. Oh, don't get her wrong, it was still grossly inappropriate, freaking insane, and completely humiliating, but at least she heard her right. The feeling of her rubbing that...that thing against her backside made her jump and squeak, and suddenly she was shaking her head and trying to go through her menus. Funny how when you were motivated and desperate it was suddenly kind of hard to navigate them. Usually she had a mouse for this but...but...

No she was just going to hunker down and focus!

"I'm logging out now. I'm logging out forever. I'm never playing this again. And I'm giving up computers forever..." She muttered under a hasty and frantic breath, eyes twitching at that misting breath. She didn't care about how she was feeling, or whether she'd keep feeling that way. She'd deal with it then, afterwards. After she...

Why couldn't she log out?

WHY COULDN'T SHE LOG OUT?!

"You can't log out, Chika," she whispered, one hand moving to the fabric of her clothes at her waist, the other taking a small tube of lube and starting to drizzle it onto the strap-on. She yanked and pulled at the clothes roughly while she spoke, her lips pulled into a hellish smile. She knew enough about the game to say these things.

"You're trapped here, Chika, in Alkaid's beautiful body, until those perverts let you go. You can't log out just to escape me." And her knees were aiming to push the girl's legs apart. "I'm going to be your first, and we're going to have so much fun together, until you remember how much you love me."

"You might want to find something to bite down on." And she conveniently offered her a leather strap.

She really, really wanted to prove the maniac wrong right now. And seriously, where does she get off talking about perverts when she was the one about to do, do that!? She yelped as she heard her tights, a part of her character, groan and pull off and down. Being she was a video game character, there was absolutely nothing underneath them, save for her lavishly well designed ass. Gotta rock that fan service. Characters with perfect asses, great chests, curves for days...

"Oh there was no way I...argh!" She struggled helplessly despite herself, squirming as her legs were parted, leaning forward a little and letting go of her chest. Reaching behind her to try and cover her rear with her hands.

She knew she could stop this with a word. But in that addled state, despite all the fluster and panic...part of her was rather inclined to believe a lot of this woman's insanity. She knew her name, knew about her character body...knew a lot. Knew a lot even she didn't. And said it was going to feel good...but there was no way she wanted to feel that kind of good.

Was there?

"Y-you idiot, there's no way that's going to feel good! If you're...if you're telling me to do something like that, can't you put two and two together?!"

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