gammeme | Test Drive Meme #2

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...

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.

"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.

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