Test Drive Meme #2

[proximods]

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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[persistentdawn]

She was beginning to lightly thrash against her, more profound in her gestures. It was from the pleasure that was mounting again, the heaving of her chest and creaking back of her eyes into her skull from the sheer fact that she couldn't understand why she was experiencing this. Then came the choking again. And she sputtered against the mouth enveloping her own as she realized it was her hand this time.

One of her own reached to the wrist gripping it as she bucked harder and harder. But she couldn't focus, and as those lips brushed against hers and those words filled her mouth and mind, she practically bent backwards in half as she orgasmed once again. Only with no breath to take in this time, it wasn't long before her eyes rolled back entirely and she, after a blissful and rigid moment, fell utterly slack.