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TDM #16

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« « « ALL ON DISPLAY

It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

... and you’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your high rise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new and old arrivals.

The weather is rather cold and icy.

» » » WALKING TOUR

The cold, icy winter weather has seen to it that there is an unfortunate interruption with the usual city tour for the newest arrivals to Duplicity. Some of the train tracks have a dangerous amount of ice coating them and sections of travel are now unavailable via train.

City officials still believe that the tours are important to integrate new LIERs to Duplicity so they have organised personal walking tours held by current LIERs. New arrivals will be paired with their own tour guide; they can take the suggested path or take their barely dressed charge on a more ad-hoc tour. It might be considerate to let them change into something warmer first!

Important landmarks and checkpoints like Fiddler’s Square, North Park, The Up and Down Courts, the People Zoo and of course S.L.U.T. need to be marked off on the tours but there have also been fun local stores which have set-ups for free samples and information booklets. What order and how people travel to them is up to them.

« « « GALLERIA OF SEX

(CW: exhibitionism, voyeurism, dub/non-con)

One of the stops along these new walking tours is a temporary educational art installation that has been set up to display and talk about the rich variety of kinks that are popular in Duplicity. Newcomers are invited to come inside the building, sit on the human furniture to watch and learn or volunteer to participate themselves.

Each section has local LIERs and graduated citizens there to help walk those new to the program through the displays, explaining the appeal and draw of each kink.

Live demonstrations or performance art are carried out by LIERs who have volunteered, been conscripted or are fulfilling a sentence that would normally land them in the People Zoo. They can and will ask anyone and everyone to step up and be part of the artwork themselves.

Some of the displays set up will feature:

Naked Submissives have been bound and posed with their bodies arched in visually pleasing positions. They are surrounded with candles burning around them and guests are invited to drip the hot wax across their bodies to add to the artwork that is their naked skin.
Zap your lover or the volunteers with an electrical wand and discover the way it can make the skin tingle and muscles tense in just the right place at just the right moment.
The image of cum dripping from a well used Submissive is considering something to appreciate visually so stations have been set up with glory holes and kneeling participants to have their faces and buttocks painted over the course of the day.
A variety of whips, canes and paddles have been set out next to padded benches for Submissives to bend themselves over. The marks they leave are something to be proud of.
No art display in Duplicity is complete without an ode to bondage, one room will be entirely devoted to participants being suspended from the ceiling, held in positions that will test their stamina and flexibility and leave the most gorgeous bruises.

We encourage players not to limit themselves in regards to what is on display. There are many more kinks than the ones listed, and Duplicity considers all kinds of sexual acts a form of art.

Photo taking is encouraged throughout the exhibition, especially when your own participation is concerned. If you missed the chance to do so, in the moment, you need not worry as the gift shop at the end of the gallery will have many different prints taken over the course of the exhibition available for purchase. Take home a keepsake of your first day in Duplicity.

« « « ICE TO SEE YOU

(CW: exhibitionism)

Winter does make it harder in Duplicity to enjoy all the pleasures of the flesh that could be on offer in the warmer months. Most who live in the city still need to wrap up with many layers when the weather turns so chilly. But that’s not saying that the city can’t find ways to help keep its residents in the mood.

It will first be noticeable to those trying their hand at streaming or posting video footage onto the network. Regardless of a character's state of dress while recording, they will appear completely naked to those watching and no amount of covering up with more articles of material will change that.

Others might see it as they set about on their first days getting used to the city’s layout, glancing into a shop window they will notice their own state of undress in their reflection. You might even see it in a particularly shiny bit of ice but no matter where you look, all reflective surfaces will show everyone in their birthday suits, naked as the day they were born.

« « « BLADES OF GLORY

(CW: exhibitionism, dubcon, drugging)

In a bid to encourage individuals to get out and keep active despite the chilly weather, the city has transformed one of the large tennis courts in the Up into a makeshift outdoor skating rink. In the recreation building attached to the courts-turned-rink the change rooms have been outfitted for people to change into more appropriate clothing. There is also at the front of the building an area to rent skates.

Many who get on the ice see no reason to keep apart, as many contracted couples can be seen holding hands or chasing each other as they skate. In the change rooms it isn’t uncommon to see a bit of hanky panky or people getting off at helping others in and out of their skates. There also seems to be a small hot chocolate stand set up inside the building where characters can buy a warm drink to sip on while taking a break from skating. The drink may leave those that consume it feeling especially warm and frisky, with perhaps a bit of extra energy they need to burn off - skating might not cut it.

« « « MOD & OOC NOTES

Please read carefully.

On each Test Drive Meme, there will be a section noting character roles; these will vary each TDM. On an IC level, characters will still have gone through the doors but assignments OOCly are still randomized. When applying, there is a section of the application that denotes whether the character chooses "left" or "right". When participating on the TDM, there will be a third option. Players may link either a top level or a thread (five or more comments from their character) from the TDM and title the link as "Door Pass". This means that the player is choosing to take the designation that they were randomly assigned on the TDM, rather than taking the designation of a door. If the player decides to select a door rather than use the pass, then they are trying their luck; they may get the same designation they had on the TDM or the opposite. Once the application is submitted, players can't change their choice.

To assign roles to characters for this TDM, use the following guide: If your character would rather have a dog for a pet they are Dominant. If they would rather have a cat for a pet they are Submissive. If your character is from a canon that has neither, pick the choice you believe they would prefer more.

To Note: Characters can only swap their designation for one of the following reasons: an event occurs that allows it or there are OOC reasons that make it a necessity. Any swap always requires mod approval and each character can only ever switch once. Characters that are being reapped will keep their previous designation but players can choose to use new tdms with different designations for fun!

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have a good time!!

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How droll, how boring, the pretty thing's rage. How predictable, her vulgarities. Ramona drags Zero in again, and with her free hand reels back and slaps her. Full-force, with the whole palm and heel of her hand, the sound echoing through the room and making the other bound-and-hung 'displays' strain to see what's going on -- or stiffen up, and pretend they can't hear at all.

"Are you done? You dull creature? Finished bleating?"

Are those footsteps in the hall? Security or guards, coming to investigate the noise and put an end to this? Or is that just wishful thinking?

Zero's head whips around with the impact of the slap, her cheek inflamed from the blow, body swaying with the blow. There's a stunned moment of silence before she spits out an entire line of invective. Curses, threats, and promises of pain. She's quite clearly not done at all, despite the blow. It takes more than a little bit of pain to shut her up.

"You fucking cunt! I'm going to break your fucking fingers one by one-"

It is a guard, but he doesn't seem inclined to stop Ramona once he sees what's going on. Zero is a submissive, after all and Ramona is a Dominant.

"There should be a gag, if you want one," is what he says to her instead.

The shock, the impotent fury. Ramona giggles shrilly, watching Zero swing and rage.

The guard appears, and she waits for consequences, but -- none come. And she's surprised for all of a second, but -- really, isn't that right, isn't that proper? Isn't that exactly what she deserves, for all her brilliance?

"Oh, thank you," she purrs to him. "I would hate to disturb the other patrons." The guard shows her to the case where the gags are kept, and she peruses the options. Which are many, it turns out. A simple knotted rope, a ball, a ring, a horse's bit -- and a horrid, awful thing whose attachment looks like a short, fat cock. She picks out that last, with a small, sharp smile as her fingers trace over the shape.

"This. Shall do." She considers it for a second, in distant thought, before her dark eyes slide to Zero. "Would you open your mouth on your own, I wonder? Pretty creature? Or shall I make it wet for you?"

Edited (html) 2021-01-11 20:36 (UTC)

Zero is still swaying slightly, body contorting against the ropes, rubbing herself red and raw as she strains against her bindings, voice still raised. She's not going to shut up just because there's a guard and definitely not because someone's threatening her. The other exhibits are all pointedly not looking at her, as if they're afraid they might get some of the pushback on them from even noticing. She pauses to draw breath, her eye burning with an intense anger, her muscles straining against the ropes, her bare breasts heaving as she tries to catch her breath.

"I'm not going to open anything for you-!"

Yeah, she's choosing the hard way, apparently. She doesn't like the look of the gag, but like hell is she letting herself be cowed into submission.

Well, of course not. But look, oh, how generous Ramona was. Giving Zero the chance.

"Hm," is her only reply to the woman's protests and struggling. The gag held in one hand, she reaches down with the other, to unbutton her pants and stick her hand inside. She makes eye contact with Zero as she pulls it out again, her fingers slick, and wipes them on the head of the gag.

And then she's reaching for Zero's throat, rough fingers digging into her neck. Creeping, spider-crawling up her neck, gripping her jaw bruising-tight and pulling, to try and force it down, force her mouth open.

Zero hates it when people give her "chances". Although right now she probably hates Ramona more. She snarls again, still dangling helplessly, feeling the burn and tug of the rope against bare skin. Her eye widens as Ramona slicks her fingers with herself and then the gag and she tries to wriggle back, chin jerking as Ramona reaches out, teeth snapping together. But she can't go anywhere. The metal fingers of her left arm clatter furiously, helplessly, and her jaw is forced down, bit by bit, until the gag is shoved between her lips. She makes a muted, angry noise, wet and choking, as the taste of rubber and Ramona's cunt fills her mouth.

She tries to shake it loose before the straps can be tightened or tied, but it's probably a losing prospect.

"There we are. No more bleating." She tightens the strap -- jerks, lets it bite into Zero's cheeks, lets her hair get caught in the buckle -- then loosens it up again, to something just uncomfortable. "Now you have something better to do with that mouth."

And Ramona returns, with cold and sticky fingers, to examining Zero. Following the ropes, she turns her attention to her arm.

"A splendid apparatus." Tap, tap, against the metal. Against the skin, right above the metal. "On such a waste of flesh. Do you wonder, creature? What they would allow me to do? What more I could do, before they stopped me?"

The pain is uncomfortable. Something that makes Zero make a little grunt around the mass of rubber in her mouth that stops her from speaking and makes even moving her tongue a little difficult. All she can do is make a muffled sort of anguished groan and glare. Her jaw clenches, teeth grind against the silicone and she feels absolutely helpless.

She doesn't much care for it.

The cold fingers don't really do much for her, honestly. It sends a shiver up her spine, but not in a good way and goosebumps follow. Despite herself, there's a rush of heat in her belly - either the flower is making her keep up or it's something the city gave her. She doesn't know which. Could be both. She tries to twitch away from the fingers that poke at the line between metal and flesh. It's not a comfortable feeling and makes wonder exactly what Ramona plans to do.

Zero's head jerks in response to the question, a shake of her head that could mean any number of things, although in this case probably means I don't give a shit. Her fingers flex from where they're bound behind her and Ramona - Ramona can see the way her chest rises and falls and can probably read the frustration and anger there, that can only be expressed now in another muffled noise that could be a scream or an attempt to say something.

Edited (added some words.) 2021-01-12 03:28 (UTC)

"No?" she mocks, dragging a nail across the line between metal and flesh. "I've dreamed of things like this. This unity of man and machine. Decaying flesh uplifted by ageless steel and electrics."

Her other hand runs up Zero's thigh, her palm rough and callused.

"Do you know," she says, leaning in. "I think it might be the only worthwhile thing about you. Every little bitch has a cunt. And you're pretty enough -- but that will change." She smiles like poison, and there is a clear threat in her eyes. "Today. Tomorrow. One day. But this. Will remain."

There's another jerk, another squirm that gets her nowhere as that calloused palm runs up her leg. Her toes flex and curl, body trying to recoil and getting nowhere. There's another muffled noise, eye burning hatefully.

She'd like to spit invectives. To tell her just how wrong she is. She can't, though. Ramona can probably see her jaw work and clench again, as if she might be able to bite through the gag if she tries hard enough.

And wouldn't that be fascinating, if she managed to? Wouldn't that be a delight?

"And do you know," she grinds out -- the awful, shrieking wail of a bonesaw -- "What the worst thing is about the flesh?"

Not that she cares, of course, what Zero would say, if she were able to. She's just the unlucky prop, the ear for for Ramona's statement. "It betrays."

She stops touching the prosthetic, stops touching Zero's thigh. For just a second, or maybe two -- maybe-almost long enough for her to think that nothing else will happen. And then both of Ramona's hands settle on Zero's thighs, and slide up them, spreading her bound legs wider as the wraith of a woman finds the best observation point between them.

Zero doesn't need to hear about betrayal of the flesh from Ramona, she's lived through some of it. Although she's also far too angry to want to do anything but wriggle and kick and try to get loose, but that's not happening. Her teeth bite down again and she can feel the muscles in her jaw strain as she makes another muffled noise of anger at Ramona, right before the other woman spreads her legs.

Now it's her legs turn to feel strain. The muscles start to tense as she's spread wider and wider, exposing her bare sex and the rope that drags against it to Ramona's view - and anyone who might be watching over her shoulder of course. Her legs try to close, fighting against Ramona's hands, but really... the ropes aren't doing her any favors.

Zero may try to close her legs, but basic leverage isn't her friend. Ramona hums, high and off-tune, as she pushes her thighs apart, her fingernails biting quite deliberately, quite hard, into pale skin. (So many little marks she's leaving. How good it is, to leave a mark.)

She is silent -- her eyes fixed on Zero's face, drinking in every bit of violation and fury, savouring it -- as she brings a hand between Zero's legs, carelessly fondling her. Her thumb rubbing roughly over her clit, her fingers pushing her labia apart carelessly, forcing their way inside of her.

How about this? the fire in her eyes says. You already hate me, how much more will you hate me now?

Zero heals quickly, but not quite quickly enough for the marks to vanish so quickly. Instead she has to endure the little scratches and bruises left behind, her fingers curled into fists behind her as she tries to resist this the only way she can, by trying not to react. She's not succeeding, because Ramona can see the way she glares and see the way her body hitches as cold, calloused fingers touch her. The rough, harsh treatment of her clit makes her jerk and there's a muffled cry, something alarmed. It's not quite pleasure, but it's stimulation and it makes her body go taut for a moment - just as fingers slide into her.

She's a little wet, but not as much as she could be. Instead there's a sting as she's stretched open and she chokes on her own breath and lets out another long, angry noise that the gag turns into something muffled and strangled. The amount of contempt and hatred and anger rolling off of her now is almost palpable.

I'm going to kill you.

Maybe Ramona will find her death at this poor thing's hands, once she's freed. Maybe she will then find, to her delight, that a LIER may not know true death until the city decides to let them go.

Maybe not.

Ramona, right now, hardly cares. She's having such fun, her rough lips spreading in a bared-teeth grimace of a smile, her eyes never moving from Zero's face.

"Like that," she purrs. Her thumb circles Zero's clit slower, as her fingers move inside her. Her other hand reaching for her breast to cup it, to almost-but-not-quite-gently pinch a nipple. An uncaring, half-studied imitation of gentle stimulation. "I see that look."

Zero's face has flushed pink and red by now, a combination of anger and involuntary arousal from being toyed with - and possibly drugs that they might have slipped her. Hard to say. She tries to rock forward and finds that she can't. Instead, her fingers and toes curl uselessly as she makes another muffled noise - something caught between anguish and pleasure as she tries to avoid what's being done to her.

Despite that, the touch to her clit and then to her breast make her flesh pebble. Her nipple hardens. And she's slowly becoming wetter between her legs, little sparks of pleasure dancing up her spine despite herself.

The look remains. Hate and anger and something fierce. She's not broken and doesn't plan to be.

She hums, sharp and tuneless little sounds. Her minstrations are thoughtless, automatic, disconnected from the intensity of her gaze, her eyes on Zero. Drinking in the hatred and the arousal. Impressed -- delighted -- by how the one holds out against the other.

But despite the hatred of the mind, the flesh -- as it always does -- betrays. (It has betrayed her. It will betray all.) She hears her muffled noises. She feels her shiver, feels her grow wetter. She pushes her further, her own cheeks beginning to flush. Waiting for just the right moment. When this bound creature is just a bit closer. Just a bit.

Zero's thighs tremble. She wants to close them, wants to lash out, wants to make this stop, and she can't. She's held helpless, suspended, forced to watch and feel as Ramona simply toys with her. Her shoulders tense and her eye squeezes shut, jaw still working against the gag as she tries not to let it get to her - but a physical reaction is a physical reaction. There's a wet, slick sound from between her legs and another shiver that runs up her spine.

Fuck, fuck, fuck-

There's a noise through the gag, something almost animal. Frustrated and raw.

Ramona watches, unblinking, as Zero slips -- bit by bit. Waiting. Watching. The tension of her body, the involuntary movements. How wet she's getting. And then that noise she makes, sending a shiver down Ramona's spine. Now, yes. Now.

And she steps back, taking her hand from Zero's breast, jerking her fingers out of her with a wet popping sound. And wiping -- wiping them on her face.

"I've warmed it up," she says, sharp voice carrying through the gallery space. "For whoever wants it next."

And she stays -- just a second, just a second longer, just needing to see her face -- before ending the piece as it should end, turning and walking away. Free to leave.

Wait.

Zero tenses as Ramona steps away and her good eye blinks, confusion and maybe a touch of frustration written over her features, followed by anger as Ramona wipes her fingers off on her face and then makes an announcement to the rest of the gallery. There's a low, frustrated, angry noise in response. It rises into something that would probably be a yell if it weren't completely cut off by the gag and Zero thrashes for a moment.

If she ever sees Ramona again, there's going to be trouble.

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