gammeme | Test Drive Meme #2

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Test Drive Meme #2

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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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.

She couldn't help but shift and wiggle in place as she touched her all over. The body wasn't real, the closest they ever came was minute sensations and...well, whatever happened when she was PK'd that one time. Everything else was generally just role playing. And yet every inch of skin was now real and she could feel those touches all over.

She found herself snapping back to it a little when she felt those lips against her chin, breathing quietly as she pulled back a little and looked down. She couldn't rightly see her there but, she could feel her so much.

"The hell is Atia? Different worlds? This is all...I don't get it." And why, god why, did this wicked vixen seem fixed on just ruining her for everything but her own wicked desires.

"Atia is a woman, a goddess of sex, and a psychotic bitch," she explained. Her hands began to start at the shoulders and smooth their way down to her rear. She repeated the action, nipping at her throat and breathing the scent of her in. One hand reached up to her throat again, sneaking fingers in under the collar and tugging it once more.

"She put a collar around our necks. If we didn't have sex every two weeks, it would choke us to death. When we'd go home, we'd forget everything there," she went on to explain. "I remember your collar so well. It would press to your throat far too often. You fought her a lot."

When she or Larxene weren't raping her at least.

She was going to need to stop wearing collars around her. Wait, why was THAT the thing she was considering and not putting as much distance between them as possible once she was out? She whined at that tension around her throat, a distinct difference from the little mewl like noise she produced at her nipping mouth on her neck.

Still, she didn't fight her. She was getting answers. Not ones she rightly understood, but answers. She shifted upwards against her, trying to get her teeth away from her neck. They made her feel weirdly weak.

"And we were there together?" She muttered, not believing it. She refused to, really. But that didn't mean she wasn't going to keep her talking.

"We were there together. For a long time in fact," she said softly, not letting her completely get away. Oh, the teeth could escape, but the fingers stayed twisted up in her collar, keeping just a little bit of pressure there over her throat. "You were friends with a few people there, but there was only one from your game who ever came over. I don't know how well you knew them, though."

She shrugged, her hand pressing to the small of her back before sliding around to her thigh and working up towards her knee. Long, smooth motions, appreciating the feel of her skin. "We... had a rocky friendship, not that that's hard to believe. I am crazy, after all."

The pressure was a weird source of sensation. The tugging on her neck was not comfortable. It would never be comfortable. And yet the way she found herself struggling for breath made those touches so much more notable. It made it hard to ignore that, or the sound of her voice. Not necessarily what she was saying, though she did listen. But the imprint of her wicked voice in that addled brain of hers.

"You don't freaking say..." She managed in a quiet voice. "So...so how do you know every...what you think you know and I know nothing then, huh?"

"I'm dead, dear. I was taken from Amat, not from my world like you were. I have my last memories, of that island. The day I go home, that is the day I am dead forever," she said, shrugging, not sounding all that bothered. Not anymore. "As for how I ever found out your real name? You told me. You, one day, stopped hiding behind Alkaid and decided to be yourself. You re-introduced yourself to everyone. Most of them were very confused. I wasn't."

She'd understood why Alkaid had done it. The hand up at her knee rested there and her lips started to move down to the collarbone. The touches were becoming less affectionate and more actually meant to arouse. The huddled forms shifted up, the cloth of the cloak pressing up against the wall a little.

Yeah, if there was anything left that could have made her seize up entirely, that was probably it. She froze in place as she listened. To her explain something that never happened. Why would she hide behind Alkaid? Why would she not just...oh right. The sex or die thing. Come to think about it, was this place any better. She was a fucking school girl for shit's sake. She wasn't supposed to be experimented on.

Her reality came back to her at something that felt...different. Not tender, not unkind. Sexual. Yeah that was it. She squirmed, breath hitching a not, as she turned her head and looked down. Watching them curl around one another that much more. Feeling herself get pinned against the cloak. Or wall a little.

"Who the hell are you to me?" She finally had to ask. She had crushes. She had people crushing on her. She even teased about with stuff that could be sultry. But this was alarmingly well beyond anything she could have ever imagined having.

Chloe slid up some and brushed her lips against Chika's. "How can I say?" she admitted. "We were friends. We fought. We had sex. A lot of sex. Good sex. I was even a little obsessed with you at times. You were a little obsessed with me too. We ... I had lovers, closer ones than you, but still you were very important to me in those days. I'm not quite sure what I'd call you." Her lips came in to steal a kiss while she clenched on the collar. It was going to get stretched a bit unless it was elastic, which she hoped it was. Either way, it was good for a nice, breath-stealing, dark and light-spot creating kiss while she nipped on her lips.

The kiss and the grip faded and her hand went up to one of her breasts, rubbing her thumb against it. "Rivals? Rivals that got it out of our system in bed sometimes? I think we might say that." It was close, after all. "At least until you stopped being Alkaid. Then we were just friends. Friends who shared a bed."

There was something about this all that just blew her mind. It was the idea that she would have repeated sex with her. Now she could feasibly see something like this. Backed into a corner and tricked...that's how she saw it...into having it. But how many times could she be tricked? How much tricking until she couldn't hide the fact that they were lovers. Or more. Or worse?

She said nothing again between those words. Leaning into those kisses without rightly thinking. Kissed and gagged as her air was again robbed from her by a tug on that collar. It was designed to fit snug to her neck, and certainly not out of anything intended to be clothing. It might get some tug on it, but ultimately, it might as well be painted on. And she couldn't stop herself from moaning against those lips as they robbed her air and marked her own lips.

"You make...me sound like some kind of...of..." She didn't even know the word. And she hated that it was implied. Worst still, how it made her shudder. Worse yet...she was sinking into those touches. The erotic kissing, the handling of her breasts. Was it lingering euphoria? Was it intense need to feel out her new body? Or was...it something hideous and horrifying she didn't know about that Chloe knew in perfect detail?

"Some kind of what... lover?" she said, snickering. Part of it was the fact that the aphrodisiacs were still in the air. When the doors hadn't opened and it had proven sealed with ice, they'd resumed the dosage, perhaps even upped it a little bit. At least they hadn't pumped something in through the chips right then. But, another part of it was far more sinister.

Chloe knew about refractory periods, about the fact that the body was tired and the mind vulnerable when it was coming down, especially when they weren't used to it. She was using it and manipulating it, abusing the needy parts of Alkaid's body, fingers turning in and sliding down slowly towards the inside of her thighs, drawing closer to her hips again while she caressed her breast. She leaned up to kiss her again and her teeth tugged at the bottom of Alkaid's lip.

"Maybe we were, a little. What would you have said if I told you I almost bought you a ring?" A flagrant lie, a horrible lie, but the sort of thing someone still struggling for their moorings would be confused by.

Her nose twitched and she couldn't understand why. And a few seconds after that answer, clearly not what she was going for, she couldn't help but feel like wiggling that much more. Between that and how every touch seemed to sink below her skin and into her being, settling in for the long haul and dragging her down deeper and deeper... She moaned into the kiss as she sank against Chloe, body slithering back down to where those lips, that mouth, and those wicked intentions had access to everything.

Then she said something that made her squeak. Shock, fluster, and so many other things. A...a ring!?

"W-what do you...idiot you can't just...you're not just?" She struggled with thoughts and words. But how could she be lying? She knew this much about making her squirm and...and wasn't that something proper lovers had? Proper people madly in love? Oh...oh what was this? What did any of this mean? The simply dizzying nature of it made her squirm, made her whimper. She was inside her head and she couldn't shake her out.

"I've missed you calling me that," she said warmly. "You used to call me so many names." Her lips were running up underneath her chin again, trying to tilt her head back while her fingers reached in and started brushing against her sex again. Her free hand reached over to the hip pouch, pulling something out from inside. One of the toys she'd arrived with, she brought the set of beads into one hand and held them while her fingers started to tease their way at Alkaid's entrance again.

"We were just kids then, when we met. I've grown older now and you're still so young. I know what you really look like, you know. Such pretty brown eyes, short, brown hair. I always liked brown hair." She was trying to make it out like they were closer, like she knew so many things about her that she couldn't possibly have. "What was your favorite subject?"

As she said that, her fingers started to push in, the tone making it sound like it was a rhetorical question, like she already knew, trying to lead it out of her while the beads snuck their way up and she pressed the smallest to her pucker.

She had no words for that, twisting in place as that hand found its way between her legs. To where it wasn't entirely unwelcomed. She bucked against it, breathing out heavily as she wrapped her arms around Chloe and tipped her head towards her. Ear lingering at her lips. Addicted to the poison in her voice. She listened to her describe something impossible, all things considered. Shivering at the implication. She really did know everything about her.

And oh god, the real her fit her type?

She couldn't have seen what Chloe was playing with. Beyond her, that was.

"Subje-AH!" She started, only to rear back a touch as fingers once again invaded her. Before she jumped in spot at the feeling of something else at her ass. Again. "W-what..." She sputtered, eyes wide, looking past her and into the darkness of the cloak cage she was in. How many ways did she have to violate her for the love of all that was holy?

Chloe just kept slipping the little beads in, one at a time while her fingers worked. It was steady, and she was enjoying taking her time, working to overwhelm her one sensation at a time. She giggled as she did it, lips running all along her neck. "I know you were a lot more of a bookworm," she whispered. "That much I remember, because your body was so different from what you actually were. A chance to be someone else. And in this place? A delightful little shield for your heart. What was happening was happening to Alkaid. Not you."

And then she leaned up just enough so that her face was barely visible in the contours, there in the dark. "Except I know it's you, Chika. Does that change things a little?"

She whimpered as she felt the beads disappeared into her, one by one. Squirming and grinding against her without even really thinking about it as they continued to get pushed inside of her. It was different from that first go. The person almost seemed to be taking her time. Was it something she had said or done...or was this normal? Regardless, it was hard to hold a conversation while this was happening. which made it all the easier for Chloe's words to continue infecting her.

And dispelling thoughts she had the moment before. She tried to make out her face in the darkness, but she simply could not do so. Not entirely. What she saw though...it fit. This. It fit all this.

"S-so...what if it...did?" She stammered, trying not to think about it. She wasn't about to let her take a good idea and spoil it. Ruin it. Twist it around and turn it on her.

"It would mean I'm screwing you. Not your character. Whatever body you're wearing," she whispered in a sultry way as she started to tug lightly at the beads, twist them, tease at her anus with practiced ease using one of the larger ones. Her fingers worked more quickly now, building her up while she kept her lips up close to Alkaid's, breathing on them but not quite kissing.

Of course, she was planning to stop just short. She wanted Alkaid overwhelmed, to the breaking point in here, so lost in pleasure, begging for release that she didn't even think of escape. If she could get her to the point of unconsciousness, perfect. She'd just steal her card, dress her, and haul her to an apartment of her choice before booking her there for the next month with her stipend.

"They can have Alkaid. I get Chika...."

She jerked and twisted in spot when she felt hose beads get tugged on, a different sensation than when they were filling her ass one by one, each larger than the last. They didn't come quite back out, but she could feel it tugging, twisting about, playing with her. There were already so many things wrong about all of this, and if she wasn't all twisted up in sensation, she would have been boggled and mind blown from the sheer confusion and what factor.

Her lips were perpetually parted now, panting against the lips she could feel just in front of her. Taunting her. It was hard to even focus on talking, especially when her words were quickly dissolving into whines as she felt herself starting to edge over again.

'But what if I don't want to be Chika.' She wanted to say. To yell. To cry out.

"Buh...whaah...aah...d-don't...aaaah!" Is what came out instead, voice hitching more and more with each moment. She was really going to do this? Come again?

Chloe wasn't about to let her. The fingers on the beads slowed their motion and roll, working them only enough to keep her right at the edge, holding still when necessary. She had every intention of keeping this up until Alkaid was little more than an unconscious mess, after all. And that errant thought of hers? Well... she wasn't inclined to let her have that today.

"You're going to have to speak up," she whispered while her lips pressed to the girl's throat, pulling and tugging at the fabric with her teeth again, enough to give her stars...

and block any comment she happened to be thinking.

All she knew was happening was that she was getting stuck. Stuck on the verge of only her second orgasm at the hands of another. And she wasn't sure why, or how. Only that it was one of the most brutal things she could say she felt. It quickly became the only thing on her mind, until Chloe started to do that thing again with her collar. It took little for her to start writhing, bucking against her, and shaking her head limply.

Between that and being on this perpetual edge, she didn't have a voice to speak with, or a mind to put the words together without them coming out melted and messed up.

"P-please..." She groaned out, closing her eyes tight as she struggled so meekly against her.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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