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TDM #43
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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 LIEs 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 LIEs 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. Submissives are provided with a plain black pleather collar to wear and Dominants are given bracelets made of the same black pleather. The simple design is an immediate visual indicator that they have not yet signed a contract and they will be informed that more elaborate or personalized styles are a privilege reserved for those who do. Enjoy your free time until Orientation! Participation is mandatory for all new and past arrivals. The full heat of Summer is in full swing, but there is a pleasant breeze that comes off the sea, bringing with it much needed relief from the warmth of the sun. |
 After stepping through the door and participating in Orientation, LIERs are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. 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. |
 (cw: random kink, behavioral modification) The oppressive heat of summer eases its grip on Duplicity with a cool breeze blowing in from the sea. A soothing wind rushes through the Up and the Down, bringing a blanket of cool that should help chill any hot tempers spiking around the new requirements for local businesses. While wet t-shirt contests and flashy pool parties start to wind down, people find the weather more agreeable and spend more and more time outdoors. Orientation adjusts accordingly, with LIEs deciding to use the weather to their advantage when it seems like people just can't seem to stay indoors for long. The basics of Orientation still happen at the Center, but they decide to incorporate a little outside time and arts and crafts into the mix. Characters will find themselves paired with someone of the opposite designation for a quick but fun bonding activity: kite-building and kite flying. Pairs are given a somewhat unhinged instruction sheet, a set of curated crafting materials, and one hour to build a Compatibility Kite. Most of the materials are basic and typical for simple kite making, but some of them may raise eyebrows: silk fabric, bold red ribbons, black lace… Meanwhile, the instructions for both building and flying the kite are vague, but oddly intimate: Hold tension while knotting., Maintain eye contact and hold your partner steady., Position your body behind your partner for better reach... While the design of the kite is completely up to the participants, LIEs does provide one requirement. Pairs are asked to choose one from several lively colored kite tails to tie to each completed kite. Each one has a single word printed in bold, glimmering text, such as: OBEDIENCE, PRAISE, CONTROL, EDGE, ROPE, PATIENCE, PASSION, SLEEP, CONTRITION, FAITH, SPICE, and more. There's no explanation as to what these mean or how they must be chosen, just that one word should be tied to their project. After an hour, all characters are brought outside, onto a bus, and to Chicanery Beach. Under the watchful eye of LIES staff who keep their distance from the shoreline, everyone gets to let their kites fly! Getting one up into the air is a two-person job, so work together and get it up into the sky without crashing into others. Hopefully it works, because anyone who can't seem to get it up or crash a little too soon will be given strict notice to attend Orientation all over again. Those whose kites successfully sail into the sky will get a check on their names. But as the words on the kite tails unfurl and flutter through the wind, characters will find themselves imbued with the desire and drive to embody or put the trait on their kite into practice: with their partner, or with anyone they may next encounter. This desire lingers past sunset and can last well over a week until one isn't sure if it's an artificial influence or something they'd truly wanted all this time. |
 (cw: pheromones, scents, stalking, dub-con, exhibitionism, breeding kink, stuffing, size kink, sexual exhaustion, rough sex, gags, biting, marking) The winds persist throughout the summer, and they bring more than just the scent of salt and sunscreen through the air. As July makes its way into August, a very subtle change descends on everyone: for an indiscernible reason, everyone's pheromones seem to surge, and everyone will look irresistibly attractive. For those with the senses and skills to pick it up, it will be as if characters exude a different aura entirely, just begging to be bred or fucked. For others who can't tell - it manifests instead as distinct, vaguely familiar and very attractive scents that carry over the wind. Characters will have one or two scents that are most obvious and most irresistible to them. Catching just a whiff of these scents will have them follow their trails all over the Up and the Down until they find who is waiting at the source, someone they will feel the need to throw themselves at. But since people don't know what scent they themselves are giving off, they may not even know why they're being pursued even if they can tell that someone has been following them. Unbeknownst to everyone, certain scents will have specific influences that take effect on either (or both!) person once they finally meet. - Cinnamon: The need to fuck them in front of a mirror or a window, or anywhere that their reflection can be seenActing on the influence at least once will satisfy the need… for a time. The scents can always rile a person up all over again. Maybe a perfume or an artificial scent will mask them, at least for a while, but soon the pheromones will overpower any attempts to hide them. |
 (cw: personality shift, behavior modification, dom/sub behaviors) A new trend makes its way to Duplicity's native shopkeepers and citizens alike in the Up and Down: wind chimes to hang up on their patios, windows, and balconies. The chimes are black and white in design, many of them sporting artful swirls and spirals that clink and ring in the wind. There doesn’t seem to be anything dubious about the chimes upon first glance, but the more one hears them, the more their effects become apparent. While not everyone seems affected, those who are susceptible to the bell-like sounds will find that the larger, lower frequency chimes amplify a person’s worst trait while the smaller, higher frequency wind chimes do the opposite, amplifying an individual’s best personality trait instead. However, unbeknownst to anyone, some of the chimes are dupes (hah) smuggled in from the neighbouring city of Insincerity, the black and white spiral motifs seeming to move and swirl even when they remain still. Their effects are a little different, as they cause Dominants to act subservient and Submissives to act haughty and demanding of their betters. All these effects are short-lived and last no more than an hour. But considering the prevalence of the chimes throughout the city, the potential for erratic personalities is increased tenfold. More alarmingly, it seems that no one is safe from the effects of the twisted contraband chimes. People - LIERs and natives alike - who act out of designation may be approached by LIES or SIN guards with stern warnings or threats of taking them to Realignment at the SLUT Center, and they take any explanation in good faith. |
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So, what's happening?UP AND AWAY
FOLLOW YOUR NOSE
NOTES ON THE WIND
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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 the assignments are OOCly 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 prefers grand gestures, they are a Submissive. If your character prefers small surprises, they are a Dominant. 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 tag on new TDMs with different designations for fun! Test Drive threads can be used as activity proofs for characters currently in-game. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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But honestly, earnestly, it just felt good to be wanted. To make people feel wanted by him, right back. These days, he didn't have the social politics from home to stop him.
His own hand slides back further to tangle in Leona's beautiful mane, his own mouth close to his furry ear in return.]
Only when I'm given something to shut it up.
[He tilts his head, giving Leona an even more welcoming access to his neck.]
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Leona drags his fingers up Cater's thigh to his groin, cups his bulge through his shorts while he lowers his head to taste his meal. he slides his tongue up the length of Cater's muscle, letting the motion draw his mouth wider until he can bite down..
he hums into it, finding it immediately satisfying to have his mouth where it should be, though it's certainly not filling. there is more that Leona wants, but as he squeezes Cater lightly through his shorts he finds that giving in to the influence is a lot easier than fighting it. he wants, wants, wants— wants Cater, and to mark him, so that everyone sees that Leona is here, and that every part of Cater anyone else can see is his.]
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What was another mark on his skin? What was evidence of one more partner? Cater didn't feel any shame in it, and his cock is already beginning to swell with arousal. It shouldn't take him too long to match Leona's hungry energy. Already, he's starting to claw his hands into Leona's hair and skin, wanting to drive home how into this he was--that there was no hesitance or regret on his part.]
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there's a hum of a growl against Cater's neck and Leona keeps pressing, determined to leave a mark. like this he could easily press too hard, cause a real injury— but Leona has had to restrict his own immeasurable power long before this. not eating Cater wholly alive may be a tall order, but it's one he's well equipped to fill.
when he does pull away to admire his handiwork there is such a lust in the slope of his brow and the curve of his smirk. it spurs this haughty little laugh out of him, seeing the little red divots in Cater's neck. he'll need to go harder, do more, to match what Cater's already got, and he's eager, but—
but he's also noticing there is so much of Cater he could be putting his mouth on. who will wonder what manner of beast bit Cater if his shoulders are left bare? if his collarbone isn't so bruised there's no point in concealer? and for that matter, what more can Leona taste of him?
Leona adjusts himself more, getting between Cater's legs so that he can do this a bit more easily, and as he dips back down to kiss and nibble at Cater's shoulder, he keeps working Cater through his shorts. it's not fair that Cater isn't as hungry as he is yet, not when Leona is starving— but surely it's an easy fix.]
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While one hand stays latched against Leona's back, the other pulls back so he can reach around and fiddle with a tie on the back of his body suit. Undoing the bow with his fingers, he lets the top of the garment fall down around his waist--more canvas for Leona to paint with his teeth.]
Harder...
[It's less a demand or a plea than an encouragement. If Leona wanted to sink into him more forcefully, to touch him and grab him like he owned him--that was more than fine with Cater.]
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he leans away just enough that he can grasp at Cater's hips, drinking in the landscape of his body like he's sizing up a meal. it truly is a shame there'd be no more of Cater if Leona really did devour him. he'll have to settle with getting as close as possible, to honor what beautiful tribute Cater is making of his body.
further away from more dangerous places on Cater's body Leona can bite more severely, without worrying himself over whether or not he really can control himself. so he starts closer to Cater's shoulder, now even more blessedly bare, and he gives Cater harder. in actuality, his bite force isn't as strong as Ruggie's— but it's enough to leave the kind of marks he wants to on Cater, to bruise and scar the flesh.
those hands of his slide up Cater's back, press in his claws, and scrape down slow. there are many ways to leave marks, even on the places his mouth may eventually miss.]
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If Leona had been undressed, himself, he might've ended up with some scratches of his own. Instead, Cater's hands grab fistfuls of his top as he holds on, his back arching up into Leona's body as those claws scour down his skin. His thoughts were growing hazy from the sensations, that mixture of pain and pleasure in a dose he knew how to handle, but even still he could imagine just how marked he was going to be when all was said and done.
It really turned him on.
With a small amount of effort, Cater manages to unclench one of his hands so it can dive down lower, catching Leona's belt and seeking to undo it. He had enough practice he could manage the task with only one hand, but didn't care if it wasn't the most graceful attempt. He was feeling frenzied, now, and it was practically an instinct to service his partner. Knowing how hard Leona was inside of his pants, Cater was overeager to free him and touch him.]
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he pauses only long enough to give Cater the chance to free him, once he notices that's what Cater's doing, anyway. and then Leona's vanity kicks in a momentary detour from one kind of hunger.
he wants to see the look on Cater's face when he sees what he's working with. and so, spoiled prince that he is, Leona stays pulled away long enough to witness, letting Cater undress him— letting Cater serve him.]
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Flushed from his face down his neck, Cater's gaze drags itself back up to meet Leona's eyes. This time, he looks hungry, too.
And seeing that smug, devilish look on the other man's face, Cater can't help himself from leaning in and pressing their lips together in a heated, greedy kiss. Audacious, maybe, but he wanted to taste Leona before that mouth was busy taking a bite out of him again.]
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he still wants to tear Cater apart, to get his mouth on every inch— every inch— but Leona's forgotten any reason to rush. even the door behind Cater brings Leona no pause. he reaches back down to return that touch, sliding his hand right into Cater's shorts this time. it wouldn't be fair, after all, for him not to get to feel the heat of Cater's skin on his own palm.]
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His tongue dares to peek into Leona's mouth, seeking entry. The touch of the tips of his canines sent a shiver of a thrill through him--but after learning how to kiss Idia, he was hardly worried about getting nipped for his trouble.
Cater's pulse was thrumming in his ears, every little move of their bodies so close together, hands on each other, enticing him for even more. Whatever Leona wanted to take, Cater was more than happy to give. Whatever he needed, Cater was determined to have.]
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it isn't what he needs, but damn, will he make time to have luxuries.]
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Cater had said he'd stop running his mouth if it was occupied, and so far he's making good on that promise. His body was making up for it, though. The way he moaned as he ground into Leona's hand was far from silent. In his own eagerness, Cater starts to pump the prince's cock faster, as if that would spur him on to take more.]
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that pace does spur Cater on but perhaps not for what he might expect; Leona pulls away and back enough to start pulling his own shirt off, burdened by the heat. when he dives back in to dine on Cater again, though, he starts with his pale chest, kissing and nipping and biting all the way down, pinching little red marks into the flesh.
those pheromones have won out for now it seems, and while Leona is eager for the favor to be returned, the king dines first. Leona's too absorbed in this artificial rut to use magic to his benefit, so he tugs free the knot in the sweatshirt that Cater had tied earlier, casting the sleeves out of his way. there is too much fabric between himself and Cater's body.]
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As hot, toothy kisses go lower and lower, he braces himself on the staircase with one hand, the other scraping up through Leona's bangs and against his scalp. If any of this was happening back home, he'd certainly be getting a little nervous about where it seemed Leona was headed, especially with all this biting. Here, though, he'd had more than one dangerous mouth near and around his cock to hesitate.
No, he'd told Leona to play with him. If this was how he felt like handling his toy, Cater wasn't going to keep him his desires.]
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Cater reads it all correctly; with that hoodie out of his way Leona can cover those last inches of his abdomen in as many marks as he'd like. Leona's not so stupid as not to make assumptions of the nature of Cater's employment, and seeing him like this Leona is certain Cater must be a highly sought-after option.
and Leona does so love to have things everyone else wants.
so it only makes sense to indulge the way those pheromones drive him by leaving half-circle graffiti on the walls of Cater's body, so that anyone who comes after knows that a lion dined here first.
as he does so, he goes back to touching Cater's cock, slow and loose-gripped and lazy, flashing those pretty half-lidded eyes up to meet Cater's. his hands aren't the main feature, after all— and he'll get to that, once he's done with his little art project.]
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Biting his lip, Cater's forehead twists in frustration. His hips buck as he whines, trying to chase Leona's hand for the harder friction that his body is desperate for.]
Playing with your food, huh?
[How unbecoming for a prince! Though, it was rather catlike of him, wasn't it?]
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[comes Leona's quip, some quick confirmation he isn'tcompletely gone in there. he doesn't give Cater what he wants just yet, letting Cater rut against his hand— enjoying the need of it, really. Cater better need him. why wouldn't he?
a long and languid lick up Cater's groin and Leona bites down again on Cater's hip, sucking on the skin to leave a bruise within the halo of teethmarks. when he pulls back to admire his handiwork his grip gets tighter but his pace no less fast and Leona stares with that stupid smug grin of his.
there's something wild about it, a sharper edge, like Cater really is nothing but a meal.
a lick of his lips and Leona leans down to drag his (only slightly rough) tongue up Cater's shaft, green eyes locked on green eyes, letting his bottom teeth catch theatrically (but ultimately harmlessly) against the underside of the tip.]
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And then, finally--oh. As it turns out, there still were sensations that could surprise him, after two years in Duplicity. Cater had gotten a taste of that tongue when he'd all but stolen a kiss from the prince, but it was another experience entirely to feel the texture of it grazing over his cock. His breath catches, shuddering on exhale.]
A-Ah...Seven...!
[He jolts just slightly at the feeling of Leona's tooth, but with no pain following Cater quickly falls back to the pleasure coiling hotly inside of him. Fuck, he wanted more--whatever Leona was generous enough to give.]
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with his fangs framing Cater's shaft, highlighting just how biteable he could be, and those usually-slit-like pupils so dilated, Leona really must look like a beast. the claws that press into Cater's hips don't help to change that image. perhaps he isn't aiming to.
if Cater is his prey then Leona should get to dangle Cater over the edge, to let himself get the most out of his meal. victory is so much sweeter when his opponent writhes. he should know that he is always at a lion's mercy— should recognize Leona's power.]
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Seven, that fucking mouth of his--not just the way it felt, but the way it looked. That smirk was maddening in its smugness. Leona's confidence was so sexy, almost infuriatingly so. He clearly knew what he was doing to him, was reveling in every second of the control he had. In all honestly, Cater didn't know what Leona was going to do--even in a fantasy with him, Cater wouldn't have imagined being on the receiving end of this. It was thrilling, unbelievably erotic, even somewhat nerve wracking despite all of his experience.
Cater doesn't even have to be a practiced partner to give Leona what he wants. His hips do that all on their own, squirming as they want for more--for Leona to suck him properly. That hot breath against him, the promise of what was to come, it was building the anticipation. But Leona's claws pinning him down keep him from being able to try and take more--not that he would dare even if he could.]
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he keeps Cater where he wants him, claws pressing deeper into his skin. if Cater tries to resist more, then it's just a cue to leave more marks, isn't it? Leona intends to make him understand Cater is still providing for him, at the spoiled cat's pace. Cater's benefit is only secondary, doesn't he see? so he gives Cater what he wants, taking him more properly into his mouth, but slow. lazy.
and while he does he drags those claws down, down, taking those shorts a little further. there are more places to mark, when he's gotten bored of sucking on Cater's tip or whenever. more places to leave reminders of his presence.]
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After all, no matter how controlled Leona was with his teeth and his claws, he still had them around some very, very sensitive places. Best not to make any movements too sudden, right now.]
Leona, please...
[Cater wasn't even remotely above begging, if that was what was desired of him. He hadn't quite reached that level of need for himself, yet. Hadn't completely fallen apart. But the more and more his skin was lit up with pinches and scrapes, the more Cater could feel himself devolving. How much of himself was going to be unmarred, when Leona was done with him?]
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Use your words,
[he jeers as though he wasn't just struggling, as though his mouth is fit for more than three-word sentences himself. there's barely hesitation before Leona opens his mouth again and chomps down at the crook of Cater's thigh just beside his cock, holding it out of the way and stroking it with his now-spit-slicked hand.]
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Please, just--
[He starts, but those teeth clamping down on such a soft, sensitive area of skin has him jolting. Cater cries out, seeing stars between that painful sensation and the tantalizing pleasure of his burning erection being stroked.]
--fucking take me!
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