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TDM #17

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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 clear plastic top and pants along with clear plastic boots 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 wet and rainy. Very, very rainy.

» » » ALL ABOARD

It's time for the monthly Duplicity train tour. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.

« « « RAIN RAIN GO AWAY

(cw: aphro, dub-con, violence, marking)

Ice and chilly weather have begun to give way to rain instead, with overcast skies and dark clouds a seemingly constant sight. While the overabundance of rain is an annoyance and comes with the usual series of problems, such as leaky ceilings, mold growth, and gutters or storm drains overflowing, this time the rain carries with it another problem altogether. A weather advisory warning is broadcast to every device, as well as on news networks and radio. The rain, at least for a few days, is not ordinary rain. Whether you're in the Up or the Down, when the water hits clothing it eats away at it. The more water it absorbs, the more the material disintegrates until the wearer is left naked.

When the rain comes in contact with skin (or is ingested) the effects seem to differ depending on where you are in Duplicity. In the Up, it's relatively harmless and merely has an aphrodisiac effect, leaving individuals feeling hot and bothered, more sociable and touchy feely.

Those in the Down, however, are not so lucky. As the rain seeps through the soil from the Up, it ends up laced with toxins, causing a range of less pleasant side effects for anyone unfortunate enough to come into contact with it. Aside from the aphrodisiac, those who get caught in the rain may develop an uncomfortable, itchy rash, leaving them looking rather spotty for a few days. Those who can't resist scratching at themselves will find a newfound pleasure to the relief it brings and start to crave the feeling or sight of similar marks. In worst case scenarios, individuals will become addicted to marking themselves and others, perhaps even to the point of breaking skin.

Effects may last for several hours after exposure and will stack with repeated exposures. In all cases, getting off will bring temporary relief but will not alleviate the symptoms entirely.

Plastic coverings seem to be unaffected by the rain and, as word spreads, the Natives in Duplicity form a mad rush buying up umbrellas. Unless a character is lucky, they may find themselves unable to purchase - or even borrow - one. Theft of umbrellas becomes widespread in the Down, often escalating to violence, and even the Up isn't safe from thugs trying to steal and resell this suddenly hot commodity.

There's another side to all of this, however. Due to the shortage of umbrellas, it isn't uncommon to see Dom/Sub pairs sharing umbrellas together. If anything, it's encouraged as a means to strengthen their bond. Enterprising Subs and Doms alike may even sell their "services" to escort individuals who would otherwise end up soaked.

« « « SUPPLEMENTAL INCOME

(cw: substance abuse, altered states, coercion, fluids, physical body changes)

A new "holistic" pharma company named SQuIRT is opening up in Duplicity and is paying a pretty penny for people to trial run their new line of supplements. These supplements are supposed to increase a person's vitality and energy levels, but the side effects are what the company is really looking out for.

Some of the side effects aren't so bad and could include:

Prolonged erections
Lactation in both men and women
Size enlargement of breasts or genitals
Copious amounts of ejaculate or sexual fluids
Sudden interest in previously unexplored kinks

While others might find their own reaction to be a little more severe:

Shrinkage of breasts, genitals, or entire being
Inability to cum
Uncontrollable hair growth or hair loss
Temporary loss of one or more senses
Spontaneous weeping

Subjects must take the supplements for at least a week, otherwise they'll receive no compensation for their troubles. All new arrivals will find themselves automatically enrolled in these trials, whether they want to be or not, and expected to report to the clinic. Of course they don't have to take the supplements, but the payout is certainly enticing, especially for those unfortunate enough to be branded Submissives.

« « « STICKY FINGERS

(cw: violence)

Crime runs rampant in the Down as always but now, with the nastier side effects of the rain creating an ongoing problem, some unsavory types are sneaking their way into the Up where the effects aren't so hazardous.

The result is an uptick in crime in places that are usually considered safe. Be careful how you carry yourself - and your valuables. Those who look like easy pickings may find their pockets empty. Cameras in public areas are being vandalized as well, while homes and businesses are seeing a rise in graffiti. Most of the graffiti is merely obscene, but some is outright seditious. Good luck explaining the latter to the authorities if you happen to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

One of the smaller gangs that has a presence in the Down is taking particular advantage of the rain's disruption to expand their territory into the Up. Known as the Bulldogs, their members are young men and they have a reputation for violent muggings and assaults - mainly targeting Submissives. They loiter in groups near the train and the elevator between the Up and the Down to ambush the alone and unwary. At night, they also prey on those walking home from bars or clubs who may not fully have their wits about them.

In addition to beating up their victims for money, some of the Bulldogs are engaging in an informal competition over who can steal the most umbrellas - with bonus points awarded for whatever else they feel like. LIERs are worth double points by default, so watch out!

« « « 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:

Players can choose whether to assign their character as a Dominant or Submissive on this TDM for the Door Pass for March Applications only. For May's Application round, threads started here may be used as samples however they will not be eligible for a Door Pass in May. Characters will need to use a thread from May's TDM, using those Door Pass rules, for an application after the March round.

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!

THERE WILL BE NO APPLICATION ROUND IN APRIL

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

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Margo glares at him. It isn’t in her head after all. He is doing this, making her answer his questions, take him on this ridiculous apothecary tour. She wouldn’t be quite as pissed off as she is right now if he wasn’t such an asshole, but, well…

“It seems to be. When we get out of order, they just ship us off to the SLUT center, pump us full of drugs, and punish us.” Her eyes drift to the floor and stay firmly fixed there as she speaks. She doesn’t like to think about her experience with the SLUT center.

When he brings up enhancing existing powers, though, her eyes dart upwards to meet his. This is why he was so interested in magic. Margo has an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach. “It’s tough to say. Maybe.”

The last thing she wants to do is make him more powerful. She can only imagine the kind of havoc a person could wreak on the city if they could control everyone in it.

"The 'SLUT' Center..." he scoffed, obviously finding the name ridiculous. The fact that she actually seemed to have some kind of fear of the place gave it an eerie ring, though. It certainly didn't sound like a place he wanted to be. He might need to tread extra carefully here. It didn't seem like the invisibility he took for granted on "earth" would be present here.

"Work on it," he told her. "Find out what's possible, what it will take. Leave no options off the table. Give me your phone."

He waited for her to hand it to him and then he took his own out, figuring out how to get each other's 'number' so to speak.

"I want you to message me every... thirty minutes with your progress," he said, then handed it back to her. This was a deceptive command. He didn't need half hour updates on this project, really. What he wanted was to find out the exact duration of his control on her once he left. The last time he was able to use it, his influence lasted about twenty four hours. He needed some empirical tests.

She hands over her phone, though every part of her is screaming at her not to. Margo hates herself for ever approaching this guy. It’s obvious that she’s in deep now and she doesn’t know what it’s going to take to dig her out of this hole. If he didn’t know magic existed, that means that his mind control isn’t rooted in magic and it’s probably beyond her understanding.

“You’re an asshole, you know that, right?” It’s probably not a smart thing to say, but Margo is seething. No one has ever had this kind of control over her, not even the Fairy Queen when she had all of that leverage against Margo. Feeling helpless is a new kind of shitty and she loathes it with every fiber of her being.

“Every thirty minutes. And when exactly am I supposed to sleep?” She raises her eyebrows. Margo dreads the answer to that question. Knowing him, she kind of expects him to give a certain answer.

An asshole? Him?

"Well that's rather rude, wouldn't you say? They don't teach you manners at this 'Brakebills'?" Maybe it was just a matter of her being so young. The new generation just wasn't the same as the older ones. People didn't know how to act towards other people, didn't know how to be decent.

"If you had asked nicely, maybe I would have gave you some leniency," he chided. "Instead, I think I need to teach you some manners. Follow me."

He headed back into the front room and looked through the aphrodesiac shelves. "What's your most powerful aphrodisiac here?"

Did he really expect her to be polite to him? But then again, maybe she should have been. As he utters the words teach you some manners she closes her eyes in dread and sighs, following close behind him. There’s no way this is going to end well. Even if he craves more power, he’s drunk with the power he already has and Margo has no doubt that he’s going to use it against her in some twisted way.

“Top shelf, tiny black bottle. Look, I’m sorry, I was out of line. You really don’t have to do anything, alright?” Margo never apologizes. The only man she has an apology for on the ready is Seth after their lovers’ spats and that’s only when it’s deserved. She’s definitely certain that this guy doesn’t deserve such kind words, and yet here she is, apologizing.

"Take it, chug the whole thing, will you?" That would be a fun way to see if it worked or not. If it didn't, there seemed to be plenty more where that came from.

He considered her apology. "Well, I appreciate that, if its sincere. Which I have reason to doubt. But unfortunately-" he leans in, hands in his pockets, his shoulders shrugging. "Out of my hands now, I'm afraid. Events set in motion and all that jazz, I'm sure you understand. What is a world without Discipline, I ask you? Not one worth living in, that's what."

Margo looks at him for a split second with wide, terrified eyes, then sets to work unscrewing the cap off of a bottle and downing the whole thing. She closes her eyes tightly as if it’s going to make it all stop and go away, but soon she doesn’t even have the capacity to be frightened. Her mind is a hot mess from the aphrodisiac. She’s absolutely overcome by her own arousal, physically and mentally.

“Fuck…” She utters, letting the bottle drop from her hand and shatter on the ground. Margo launches herself forward without another thought, kissing Kilgrave forcefully on the mouth. Her hand rubs at his crotch through his pants shamelessly. The aphrodisiac is obviously effective.

The change was far more drastic than he expected, and he started a bit as she jumped at him. He had made a lapse in judgement and hadn't given her any orders not to attack him, or to keep her distance. She could have just as easily lunged at him with a knife as she had lunged at him with her tongue. Well, not easily, perhaps. Those under his thrall tended to have difficulty with self-motivating goals like that, didn't they? It was interesting that the junk she'd just swallowed created such strong motivations that they completely overcame that. An interesting little quirk he'd have to keep in mind.

But in the meantime, he had a wild little vixen all over him. He leaned forward into the kiss, his mouth under siege by a far more skilled kisser than he. He reacted by placing his left hand around her neck, taking a modicum of control back in the situation. His cock hardened in her hand very quickly and he used his right hand to brace against the desk behind him.

Oh, if she could she would use battle magic to snap his neck right then and there, but right then Margo can’t think of anything but sex. She wasn’t lying when she said that this was the strongest aphrodisiac their apothecary sold. The Triple M only sells high quality products and aphrodisiacs like this one are the very reason why Margo stays in fancy clothes and eats delicious food all the time. It should figure that it’s come around to bite her in the ass.

She breaks off the kiss only to look down to unfasten his pants and free his erection. Her movements are frantic and hurried as if she can’t get to him fast enough. Once she’s pulled his pants down far enough, she reaches beneath her skirt to tug at her panties. When she can’t remove them quickly enough, Margo rends the lacy fabric with a growl and tears them off of her completely.

“I shouldn’t be doing this…” The words come out breathlessly. She knows that this is wrong, that she would never be touching Kilgrave otherwise, but she can’t bring herself to stop. The need is just too strong. Margo wraps her arms around his shoulders and hoists herself up onto him, legs curling around his waist. She takes him inside of her with a low moan, tossing back her hair.

Surprise wasn't a common emotion Kilgrave experienced. He tended to plan things meticulously, set strict schedules, make very clear instructions to keep things moving exactly according to plan. But it was very much surprise as she came at him with such animal aggression - and he was pretty sure he never told her to do that. He hadn't, right? He had to make sure of that, going back through the conversation they had in his head. A task made increasingly difficult as she climbed atop him and inserted him inside of her.

He grunted as he felt her body envelope his, a surge of pleasure running up his body. He grabbed her around the waist to keep her from throwing him off balance and sending them both to the floor.

"I would very much like you to continue ignoring your instincts, then," he replied, hugging her body to his own. He lifted her up with both hands and shifted the weight, her back hitting the shelves and sending a dozen clattering off the shelves. He grabbed her ass with both hands and started to thrust his cock into her wanting pussy.

The sex isn’t the direct product of his commands. It’s her aphrodisiac that’s responsible for this, the one he ordered her to consume in one drink, and it has her out of her mind with lust. Kilgrave shouldn’t feel so special, though. He’s a means to an end. She would have taken the first person she saw no matter who they were.

She lets out a cry as she crashes against the shelf. When she has to clean this up later she’ll be cursing his name. Her fingers dig into his back, gripping that damaged Chanel suit of his. Already Margo is so close, but with the amount of potion she drank she’ll probably be ready to go again soon after she comes the first time.

“I hate you.” She murmurs it as if it’s pillowtalk, her lips grazing his as she speaks before she draws him in for another kiss. Her hips thrust and grind against his desperately. Margo cries out into his mouth as she hits her first peak, but doesn’t stop.

"Is that right?" Kilgrave retorted, his face contorted in a mix of sexual aggression and irritation. He thrusted his hips into her with all his strength, chasing that moment of pure sensation as his slick cock slid back into her wet pussy. The shelves rattled, knocking down more bottles and threatening to drop more to the floor.

He thrusted into her once, twice, thrice as his brain contemplated a fitting retort.

"Well Missus Congeniality, let's give you a reason. Don't cum until I tell you to." Margo would find this was a command she wouldn't be able to even accidentally fail- her body physiologically replied to the command, freezing her ability to orgasm.

She moans, hating every moment of this. It feels so good and at the same time fills her with a kind of sick guilt. When Margo says that she hates Kilgrave she isn’t lying, but right now he’s the only thing she wants. She looks him in the eyes intensely as she moans. It’s unclear whether or not she’s actually glaring at him.

“Nnnno!” Of course he would give her another reason to hate him. He’s just that kind of man. Even though she knows it’s useless, she fucks him with more desperation than ever, gasping and moaning as she works towards an impossible climax.

“Please! Fuck, please!” Margo looks at him, her expression changing from spiteful to pleading. This is torture for her in her state.

Her cries and pleadings only egg him on more, building up to a greater and greater climax. Her desperate body gyrated on him, muscles clenching and unclenching in desperate panic. He put a hand around her throat and squeezed as he thrusted one last time and started cumming deep inside of her.

"H-haaaaah!" he moaned, pumping his hips, milking his cock inside her cunt, painting her insides with his sperm. "Hah..."

He held onto her throat for a few moments longer, looking into her eyes intensely, drinking in the look. He released her and took a step back, his cock slipping out of her. "Whoo- hold on there, stay-" hooo- "Stay there, no sloppy seconds just yet-"

She gasps as his hand wraps around her throat. Her hand reaches up and clamps over his. Margo isn’t easily intimidated, but she can honestly say that this man gives her chills. It’s an odd sensation being frightened while being so aroused.

“Kilgrave…” she whines his name, her breath panting. “Please. Please. I need to. I have to.” The tension that has built up within her is close to unbearable. Margo almost feels like crying. She would do anything for that release. He slips out of her and she groans frustratedly. Is it over? Is she going to feel this way forever?

“I don’t hate you! Please!” Her legs shake. Margo doesn’t mean anything she says, of course. It’s just that she would say literally anything to come right now.

"That's a nice change of pace," Kilgrave said. "You're an agreeable little cunt now, aren't you Margo?"

He put a hand on the top of her head and started to push her towards his crotch. "Why don't you start by cleaning me up, and I'll consider it." He waved his cock, slick with her juices and stained with his cum, in front of her face.

He was envious of younger men who could probably have used such an enthusiastic receptacle several times in a row, but he did not have the stamina at his age.

He had a devious idea for punishing her for her mouthiness. He wondered if she would be convincing enough to make him abandon his plan.

Her legs shake as she sinks down to her knees, whimpering the whole way down. Of course it wouldn’t be easy. He would never make it easy. Margo feels horribly degraded. The only time she’s felt this low in this place was when she was being punished by Duplicity’s government, and that was as ugly a scenario as this, but at least she had her free will.

Margo takes the base of his cock into her hand and guides it into her warm, wet mouth, sucking on it with enthusiasm. If she’s going to get off, she had better do a good job of this. Her tongue swirls around him, cleaning him of everything that covers him.

She moans as she sucks and bobs on his length. Her legs feel like they’re made out of jello, barely able to support her even in a kneeling position.

Taking him out of her mouth, she licks him from base to tip and kisses his cock only to take him back into her mouth once more. Margo wants it to be the best blowjob she’s ever given.

He mostly let her run the show, intervening only to pull her back a bit if she started to overstimulate his sensitive cock.

"You know, you look beautiful with my cock in your mouth," he mused, caressing her cheek while she was all the way down to the base, her nose brushing into his pubic hair.

After several minutes of letting her blow him, he finally stopped her.

"Alright, I think that's deserving of at least a commuted sentence," he said as he started putting his clothes back together, tucking his cock back into his trousers and zipping himself up. "Masturbate for an hour without cumming, and then you're allowed release."

"You're still to message me every half hour. I still expect progress reports on the tasks I gave you earlier, but to make it extra prurient I also want you to send me a picture of you masturbating with a different item each time."

He made his way to the door and looked back. "I look forward to our continued professional relationship." And then he was gone.

His caress sends shivers down her spine. More than ever she wants to hurt him, make him pay for all of this, but she knows that she can’t. Margo is sorely outmatched in this case. Kilgrave is simply more powerful than she is and it would be a bad move to do take any action against him.

A commuted sentence. What did that even mean? She looks up at him as he speaks, her expression giving away just how much she needs that release. When he tells her what she’s in for, a whole hour of masturbation before she sees any reprieve, her eyes close, squeezing out a couple of tears that roll down her cheeks.

That isn’t the end of it, though. Of course it isn’t. Why would he pass up an opportunity to make her feel like more of a slut than she already did? She dashes the tears away from her cheeks angrily as he gives his final instructions and waltzes out the door.

Margo picks up a bottle that, miraculously, hasn’t shattered into shards of glass the moment he’s gone and hurls it towards the front door with a cry of anguish. She doesn’t think she’s ever hated anyone more. Crawling behind the cash register, she begins to cry softly and masturbate in his absence.

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