gammeme | Test Drive Meme #2

"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?!"

She reached both hands to the cheeks of her ass, working to spread them even as Alkaid attempted to cover it. She leaned in, pressing her chest flush against the girl's back and whispered in her ear. Her toy was right up there, close to her rear and a bit of the grease brushed there at the cheeks.

"Last chance. Say the word and I stop. Ask me to just fuck you, and I'll fuck you another way," she breathed out, her eyes looking over at the woman from the corner of her eyes. "I will stop if you use the word. But I need to hear it. We've played this game before, Chika. You get off on struggling and so do I. Go on. Stop me... or are you curious how I know it will feel good?"

She grimaced, and then cried out as she slipped past her last blind defense, reaching her hands forward and wrapping them up in the fabric of the cloak. She really, really wanted to scream over how she knew all of this. What twisted fantasy did this creep live in where she knew all this stuff about her that she herself refused to believe was true.

"There's no...way that's true." She shuddered helplessly. What was she going to prove, huh? Just stopping it would put an end to this, and then she could figure out how to get out of there. But when she said that, it wasn't firmly. Or with confidence. She wasn't counting on being right. She was tense. It was between bowing out, shouldering it, or begging it in a way even she couldn't find it inside herself to do. And the one of those options that seemed so completely sensible just...

"How the hell do you know this, huh?"

She reached her fingers up, brushing against the pucker of Alkaid's rear. They started to work their way in while she hovered there with the toy waiting at the edge. A little bit of warm-up, a little bit of lube. She chuckled at the question.

"I know, dear, sweet Chika because we knew each other in another place. A place you will maybe never remember," she purred, the warnings now realities as she took her time getting the girl warmed up. "I learned all of these dirty little secrets about you, how you're just a normal young girl, not some famous fighter, not some master of the blades. And I know you love being dominated."

And, as she said it, she pressed the tip to her rear.

She gritted her teeth when she felt fingers against her tight hole there, still refusing to believe she meant to go through with this. It had to be some kind of sick game. AND YOU KNOW WHAT, WHY DID HER CHARACTER MODEL EVEN HAVE ONE!? But the thought was pushed from her mind when they actually did. Pushed into her body, stretching the ring uncomfortably even then. A cool, slick thing following where the touches left.

"Feels weird..." She muttered in a breathy voice, before shaking her head. "You're...you're..." Where was this all coming from? Why did it feel like she was being picked apart when most of this was...obvious!? Of course she wasn't. Why would she be? And why was she enjoying telling her she wasn't.

Then came the tip of that toy, and her body went still. Daring, she looked back. Eyes wide. "Co...co...couldn't you have me confused with someone else?!" It wasn't a save. It honestly wasn't. Because in that moment, she could have spared herself all of this. And instead, elected to try and get out of it. Why...what was it about that word? Was it admitting defeat? Why should that matter...

And almost like she knew what was going through Alkaid's head, Chloe smiled, one hand going to her strap-on's base and gripping to help guide it. She sneered. "Alkaid, the Demon Empress, Chika Kuramoto? I think I know you better than you know yourself right now." Not because she really did, but because Alkaid had told her so much over time. No, she was certain that she knew her well enough. "And I know you enough to know you won't say the word, not until you're in over your head. You don't want to lose."

And, just like that, her hips pushed forward, fingers stretching and then pulling out as the strap-on worked its way with one thrust and then another thrust into her rear. "This is just another challenge to you, and you're going to master it, or you think you are, until I've broken you down and made you mine again."

"You..." She gritted her teeth, was prepared to say something, anything. And then it came. And everything she thought she could say she was prepared for went completely out the window. A brief thought that maybe, just maybe, Alkaid was tough enough to tackle this on...but then she was counting on that. Even using it against her. It was, it was...

Her head twisted, tipped back, and a guttural cry escaped her as so many things she shouldn't possibly have been feeling were being felt in excess. Twisting, thrashing a little even, as that toy thrust itself deep inside of her tight, and slowly growing less tight, asshole. A haughty whine escaping her as her eyes teared up and her body shuddered violently.

She wasn't in over her head. She was already a drowned corpse.

Her hand reached around as soon as it plunged into her body. She took her time with the thrusts, not wanting to actually hurt her. She remembered her own first time like this. Slowly, it was getting deeper with each push while her hands moved around to take advantage of newfound freedom. One reached up and pressed against the back of her head, resting and pushing it up against the cold wall while she humped into her. The other reached down, brushing near her sex but never quite pushing, never doing more than touching the edges and briefly running up towards her clit.

"Me," she purred, groaning. "Go on. You can say my name, Chika. Chloe. You can spit it out like a curse. Whisper it like a prayer. Plot revenge, all the horrible things you'll do to me to get back to me. Until I'm done with you, though, until you come, they won't open the door. You can't log out, and there's no escape for either of us."

"Enjoy it. I'm going to win this round. You can try for round two," she added, snickering. "Maybe one of these days, I'll tell you Alkaid's fate on that island. You'll always be Chika to me."

Because Alkaid was dead.

There was no helping the pain. What Alkaid did not know was that it could be worse. As it stood, it hurt. Not greatly, but it hurt. She was putty by the point. Her face forehead pressed against the wall as her hands twisted in the cloak, whimpering and gasping against the cold wall. Breath misting as it flushed against it and spread aout around her face. Her other hand though, it found some place that jolted, even from scant touches.

Her next noise was distinctly...not agonized.

Those words haunted her, made her shudder and whine louder than she meant to. It was one thing to have this happen. It was another thing entirely when it seemed so absolute. She twisted her head against the wall, whining out as she let go of the cloak and pawed at the cold wood. Fingers digging into it. "I don't...know a...Chloe..." She panted, one of the last few thoughts she could have outside of:

Why was this happening to me?

What is she talking about?

Why am I not fighting back?

Why couldn't she stop quivering when she spoke?

And, most notably, a reoccurring chorus of "it's inside me" "she's inside me" and "it's so tight".

As soon as she started making those sounds, Chloe took advantage of her state. She kept her body pinned there against the wall grinding her shoulders up while her hand reached around to squeeze a breast between her fingers. "I know that you don't," she said between long, slow pants after each thrust, her head tilting back and a long groan escaping her throat. "But when I'm done with you, I'm going to make sure that you remember me forever."

She moaned, her speed growing while her fingers started to work overtime, teasing all along her sex, up to the edge of her clit. Teasing the nub, she smiled, hearing the girl's pants. As she worked her over, she could feel the toy grinding back into her own clit, the sweat starting to bead in the tiny, singular bubble of heat that was her cloak.

A long groan and her eyes fluttered. "Only the toy is inside you... if you really want me inside, tell me and I will."

The feeling of her own hands on her breasts had been one that was almost mesmerizing. The feeling of another person's was even more so. Her breath hitched, the next guttural sound she intended to make a whine instead. Slowly but surely, what she knew as pain was drifting further and further away from her. It wasn't pleasure, not yet...but it wasn't agony either.

She moaned her first real time as the speed began to pick up and those fingers found her clit. She was beginning to lose focus on all the different "why"s she had. Who cared why, it just did. And before long, her body was even beginning to match some of the moments. Eyes half lidded, the odd tear trickling down as realization that she didn't even know her own body began to matter less and less.

"The...hell is...that supposed...to mean..." She muttered between noises, gasps and breaths.

Her fingers pinched, twisted. The palm squeezed. Teeth grazed at her throat, brushing the back of Alkaid's neck while she humped her. Her motions grew more and more zealous while the girl was getting accustomed to the sensations. As she heard the sounds of pain fading, she took advantage of it.

Her fingers reached down, palm rubbing over the nub of flesh while they teased at the entrance to her sex. "I," she said, middle finger brushing the inside of the labia but not pushing into her. "Can be inside of you. Right now. I can take every first from you tonight. But you need to ask for it."

She giggled. Somehow, she imagined that soon Alkaid might actually be asking.

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