gammeme | Test Drive Meme #2

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.

She jolted as fingers closed around her, eyes snapping back open and head shifting side to side against that cold wood surface. Whimpering as teeth grazed her, moaning as those thrusts grew harder, and those fingers continued to taunt, tease and tantalize. And then she felt somethings she couldn't begin to explain in her present form. A finger pressing into her, just barely. And the way she felt. Even more so against her thighs as she focused in on that sensation.

It was wet.

"A-and...you really think I'm...I'm gonna?" She panted, whining as she rolled her head forward and stared down into the fabric of the cloak. Like somehow it would dull it all.

"I know you will," she whispered. It was all that she said, and that was the last thing that she was going to say for a while. Why? Because this was the point where she started to abuse something about Alkaid that she'd learned. She knew the sound of her voice intimately. No matter how much others had fucked her, she knew that voice, which meant that she knew what it sounded like when she was getting close, when she was faking it, and Alkaid hadn't had the time to learn how to fake it well yet.

She also knew how much the girl liked it rough. As she twisted her nipples and teased at them, she pressed hard with her body, practically squashing her up against the wall. Her teeth dug into Alkaid's throat, moving to the collar and pulling on it. This time, she used the pressure to cut off the air as best she was able for a few seconds, giving her sights of stars.

And, as soon as she heard sounds that felt like she was getting close, she was going to hold back.

"You..." She had no idea what was about to come next. Even if she did, she wouldn't have been able to tell what that meant. But like Chloe had said before, she knew exactly who she was dealing with her. Even when she herself didn't know. She gasped as she was pressed up against the wall, the gentleness fading away with alarming speed. Hands pawed at the wall through the cloak as she tried to push back, only to seize up when she found teeth grinding against her skin.

And then pulling taut her collar and cutting air off. Eyes widened even more as she twisted and strained, head tipping back as she realized her last full breath had been long ago. Spots forming in her darkened vision.

And voice hitching even more. She recognized it even when she didn't understand it. And her face grew all the redder, eyes all the wetter for it. Oh she squirmed again and again, helpless. Fingers digging against fabric and wall alike. Lightheaded sensations making way to something else. Something...something she couldn't rightly begin to describe at that point.

Aside from the most shameful thing she'd ever felt. And each moment replaced the last with that dubious hyperbole.

The hard part about what she was doing was keeping herself under control. Her body hadn't been tortured the way it had in that damnable island. It was fresh, to an extent. No longer as de-sensitized as it had once been, only the jaded sensibilities of a woman who had raped and been raped time and time again helped keep herself in control as the strap-on ground hard into her sex.

She was keeping her control, but she needed the breaks. She needed the time where her teeth released the collar and oxygen flooded again into Alkaid's lungs. She was definitely sweating now, biting half again as much to give herself something else to focus on than just the pleasure. Her fingers continued to tease, to press but not to push, kneading over every bit of her body, pulling away when the cries grew too shrill.

She didn't pull out, though. No, even if she had to rest for a minute, it stayed inside. She'd missed the sounds of Alkaid's voice so much. When she'd left, it had felt unfulfilling, and now she left her there. "I'll... make it so you never want to leave this closet," she breathed.

No matter how her body might have been reacting, Alkaid's was an entirely different story. What was once all digital, codes and just data was now real, and sensitive. Everything felt that much more emphatic, beyond what she could have possibly imagined. To have a strap-on plunging into her asshole, finger twisting her nipple, hand brushing her sex again and again, all while the air was robbed from her lungs and brain, was enough to make the scared delirious girl squirm and moan herself hoarse.

There was something so wrong about how it was all beginning to make her feel, and she knew it. And knowing that, she didn't stop herself actively seeking it more. She pushed back against the crazy woman that knew how to destroy her, panting and gasping and squirming, oh she couldn't stop squirming.

"W-why?" She gasped. She couldn't understand. She had fans. She had a fan club. A following even. People drew art of her character kicking ass. It wasn't like she could understand that kind of affection. But this was...extreme. Beyond extreme. Frightening. And she was finding a certain addictive quality to it to that she couldn't quite disassociate. Even if it was all in her head...

"Because I can't quit you," she moaned out, her pace starting to pick up again, her kisses running over the little bite marks where she'd suck her teeth in, working their way up so that in the dark her face was right there by the girl's. She'd left her alone, and there had been times she'd thought about having her, stealing her away again and claiming her for herself. Atia had taken too many people away from her, and now she'd caught one more for herself. "I'm... tired of you slipping through my f..fingers."

She groaned, her body heaving, the sweat slickening her chest while it pressed up against the young lady's. "I've missed the feel of your body so badly." Both of her hands reached up to those soft orbs, giving her sex a brief respite as she slowed her pace for a moment, the hands palming over her breasts and pressing them together.

"Tell me, do you want to hurt me? D...Does it get your blood rushing?"

Something strange was happening. Something strange and definitely terrible. As the pace began to pick up again, Alkaid found herself moaning more and more. Even when the hand left her crotch and went upwards instead. Joining its twin in fondling her large, sensitive breasts. The thrusting tapered off again somewhat as she found herself getting fondled, and hearing that voice show signs of her own arousal for the first time.

Well, at least...plain signs of it. Arousal had been there since the word go.

Leaning back again, she tipped her head back until it was against her shoulder. Moaning and breathing heavy, misting breaths up towards the ceiling of their closet. Body shuddering with every moment. Fingers still clenched around the cloak, against the wall.

"I don't...know...you crazy person..." She moaned out. "Y-you...this scares me..."

"I know. You'll see soon. It's all terrifying." The first time the chip turned on, the first time it flooded her veins with something that made her feel something, something that transformed her body, and the arousal couldn't turn off, worse than what was pumping in around them. She was a little scared, but yet she knew the girl wouldn't say the word, wouldn't demand she stop, just call her crazy.

"You're a constant. I'm a constant. Hate me. It's something to ground yourself." Because the doctors? She'd never get her hands on them. Her fingers reached down, brushing against her sex again, her body being squashed up against the wall while she started to work harder, eyes rolling back and loud moans coming through. The aphrodisiacs were getting to her, and her fingers were aching from it all. She wanted to hear her scream, cry out, but she wasn't going to give up.

The tapered back pace was still break neck for her. The dialing back only kept her at that latest point of utter shame. All it took was the littlest push back, and Alkaid was spiraling towards something she couldn't even say she had given herself yet. "Guh...you...aaah...make no freaking sense..." Hate her? After she said she wanted to make her never leave that closet? And after everything else she said?

What kind of freaking psychopath was this woman. That was as terrifying as anything else. Save for how she couldn't really get enough of it anymore. God her body felt all kinds of wrong. Electric even.

"S-stop...I feel...feel weird..." She gasped, she moaned, she whined between words. Trembling helplessly pinned between wall and woman. Writhing, squirming, drooling between her legs as those fingers found purchase once more. In that moment, more than ever, she just wanted to be home. But it was sandwich between moments of wanting to know how this person ever got so close before.

The things they must have done, she wondered not rightly understanding, that taught her how to do this to her so easily...

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