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TDM #8
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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 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 highrise. 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 hellish summer heat is finally starting to subside, and the cool breeze suggests autumn is approaching. |
 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. |
 The weather’s getting cooler, and people have begun transitioning from summer clothing to the sweaters and jackets of early fall. With jackets come pockets, and with pockets come a bizarre uptick in robberies. Then again, perhaps the correlation is flawed. In the Down, getting robbed is a constant threat. Gangs of street toughs look for lone or inattentive people who look like they’ve got valuables on hand. Uncontracted Submissives are particularly easy to rob, since authorities have little time to bother with a lowly Submissive without a Dominant to advocate for them. One particularly nasty gang of young adult men, the Bulldogs, hangs out near the train, looking to ambush unwary Submissives fresh out of Orientation. They are prone to violent muggings and will simply beat up their target and leave them in a gutter when they’re finished robbing them. In the Up, the streets are nominally safer, but there have been reports of a group of college-aged Submissive women taking advantage of their designation to attack travelers. They, too, stand near the train and the orientation center, looking to seduce passersby into an alley where a group of them can beat and mug their victims, usually Dominants looking to capitalize on their pretty appearances. But you’re truthfully at risk anywhere in the city. The new arrivals are easy targets, and any brazen thief might get the idea to make some quick cash. The authorities are spread too thin to help, but perhaps LIErs can look out for one another? Or they might just get in on the thievery. Everyone’s out for themselves, after all. |
( CW: potential dubcon, drugs, BDSM/sexual torture, prostitution, public use ) Surrounding a large building near the orientation center in the Up, banners and fliers announcing the beginning of the inaugural Duplicity High Tech Sexpo, a trade show for businesses and manufacturers of adult novelties. Since this is the expo’s first year, admission is free and many excited volunteers are handing out vouchers all over the city. These vouchers can be exchanged for goods and services within the expo, but have no monetary value outside of it. Even if you refuse them, you’ll likely find two or three of them tucked into your bag or pocket. Inside the expo hall, there are dozens of booths pitching a variety of entertainments. Many offer interactive demonstrations, showing off their tech for the crowds of interested onlookers. Competition is fierce, and booths try to attract attention and customers through any means necessary. There are private rooms all around the expo for potential customers to try out the products. Booths will also happily accept volunteers for demos, or try to recruit them by bribing them with cash or free samples. There’s a nasty rumor going around that some are recruiting volunteers via more illicit means, like drugging and dressing them up, but surely that’s an exaggeration… Some of the smaller booths sell more traditional toys and accessories: leashes and collars, specialty lubes and massage oils, fetish gear, strap-ons, dildos and vibrators in myriad shapes and sizes, and other basic items. Others advertise apps for the devices, the most notable of which is HUGGR (which LIErs may recognize as a poorly rebuilt sex-themed version of a certain other app.) The closer you get to the big-ticket sponsor booths, the more elaborate and fantastic the products become. One of the most eye-catching demos is for the Climax VR Headset. You and a partner both wear a VR headset, which displays a collaborative virtual scenario. Both partners can alter the setting and surroundings however they like, and any sexual activity conducted in VR transmits real sensations to their bodies. You can come together without ever physically touching. Symphony Hydraulics have a large, loud booth where crowds gather to watch perhaps the most outrageous demo: a variety of fucking machines. Volunteers get stripped, strapped in, and turned on, brought to screaming orgasms in front of the whole crowd. There is a fifteen minute break between demos on each machine, as some poor intern hurriedly washes and sanitizes them between uses. In the interim, they offer smaller, portable versions for sale or rent at the expo. (Some may note that a few of the Symphony Hydraulics staff members look a bit familiar.) Does all this high-tech equipment have you overwhelmed? Wish you could go back to a simpler time? Sir Robert’f Bedroome Provifionf (sic) is helmed by historical reenactor Robert Plum, who has also created his own line of medieval torture device-themed sex toys. Need a chastity belt to keep your Submissive all to yourself? A rack with an attached spreader-bar? An iron maiden with soft vibrating silicone ticklers inside? All the stocks and whips and chains you could ever need? Sir Robert has you covered. Of course, everything on display is harmlessly altered for sexual novelty purposes, but one might also ask to see Sir Robert’s “special” merchandise in the back. Perhaps the most unassuming booth at the expo belongs to Grandma Hattie’s Snacks and Sweets. Grandma Hattie, a kindly old Submissive, has partnered with a tech company to produce what appear to be completely normal vending machines, stocked full of her tasty homemade bread, snack cakes, and other baked goods. Vouchers are good for a free sample of any treat from a vending machine. They taste amazing and have no apparent odd effects-- until 10 minutes after consumption, when you suddenly gain an insatiable craving for a random kink. Your craving will dominate your thoughts for three hours, or until it is appeased. |
 (CW: potential dubcon, objectification) By far the largest and shiniest booth comes from expo sponsors Sexy Metal Incorporated, who have set up a display of their incredible high-tech sexbots. These life-sized dolls are made of extremely realistic material that feels like warm human skin, and come with state-of-the-art mechanics that give them lifelike movement. Engineers show off how the bots can be plugged into a computer and programmed to act any way the buyer likes. They come in a wide variety of customizable appearances and eerily, some of the bots on display look exactly like people you may know. Booth staff encourage customers to buy these dolls, or to rent them and give them a try onstage in front of the fascinated crowds. If that’s not kinky enough, one of the engineers has purchased a VR headset from another booth, and programmed it to interface with the bot’s controls. Care to slip inside the silicone skin of another person? |
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: In celebration of our one year, pick whichever role you want for your character! » A Pocket Full of Pennies: Feel free to come up with any free-roving gangs or petty criminals you like for your characters to tangle with. » New Flesh Like A Glove: Characters can spend money on items at the expo, or may exchange vouchers for what they want. Each voucher has a value of about $5 within the expo and they may be acquired by finding them, having them handed to characters/stuffed in their pockets or bags by expo volunteers, or paid them in exchange for “volunteering” at booths. Characters may indeed try before they buy, either out in the open or using one of the provided private rooms with a partner. The expo has a staff of unpaid student interns tasked with cleaning and sanitizing products if they are used but not purchased. Grandma Hattie’s snacks can inspire characters to have any kink you may desire. » Perfection of the Digital: Sexbots can resemble any player characters, including brand new arrivals/test drive characters. They can also resemble characters that yours knows from home. The engineers have no explanation for this, and the one who identifies himself as the designer will shrug and say he gets inspiration from many places. The sexbots are hot-ticket expensive merchandise, so security is tight around the booth. Characters who attempt to steal or destroy a sexbot (for instance, one who looks like themselves) will be quickly set upon by guards, who are meant to eject them from the expo. However, many of the guards will take bribes from other booths to provide them model “volunteers,” drugged into complacency. If characters want to acquire a sexbot permanently, they will have to buy it or exchange a hefty 50 vouchers for it. Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!! |
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that giggle, sweet and bubbling up from where he's got the heart of his palm clasped to—he can feel it vibrate beneath his touch, eyes glazed over and lost to a conjuring he's only experienced in his mind. he's never really had much desire to keep control over another by their throat, such a vulnerable area, so easy, and even if he is unaware of the fact that she could easily overpower him, he wouldn't exactly be displeased with that fact—or a demonstration. ❫
Think you might like a lot more, too.
❪ sure, it's the aphrodisiac talking, but it's also just inherently dean, and fingers twitch a little as they tighten around that delicate column, opposite hand finding a smooth thigh, slipping beneath her dress to hike it up and around his denim. he slots himself easily between her thighs, petite and accommodating, and it's only a moment before impulse control slips, and he's giving a roll forward, grinding against what he assumes are a thin pair of panties. ❫
You want it, or you just playin' nice?
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There's a teeny arch from her back as he presses up against her, hunched over due to their difference in height. His voice is gruff and low and all it does is serve to turn her on even more than she already is. There's a lick of her lips as she bats her eyes up at him, petite fingers sliding up his chest.]
Mm...I don't play nice unless you ask nicely.
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she doesn't stop him, and what's more she licks those lips like she's trying to entice him to taste them, dive into her, and he can feel her pulse thrumming against the crook of his thumb and forefinger. he's got no intention to hurt her-at least, not in a way she wouldn't like, and while he can feel some part of that hunger give a sigh of satisfaction just having her pinned against that brick wall, there's no ignoring the pressure welling betwixt his hips, the line of his cock probably all too apparent at the front of his denim. ❫
I ain't askin'. ❪ in fact, he definitely wouldn't mind she be a bit bad. he keeps her in place with thighs between hers, hand that'd prior hitched her thigh sliding to her backside to grab a palmful, the clasp at her throat pressing firmer, forcing her head to tip back slightly, black hair spilling off her shoulders and those big doe-eyes batting up at him. another grind, this time pulling up a muffled groan within his exhale, a fire swimming within his veins. ❫
Tell me how you like it.
Sorry this is so late! I've been on vacay weep
Ah...but it's so hard to choose, especially when she's preoccupied with focusing on the way he grinds up against her. Her lips split wide into a grin again and there's no hiding those fangs of hers, even if she tried. There's a bit of a dig of her nails against his shirt, piercing through the fabric like little pin pricks. Not enough to rip or tear, but enough to know they're sharp. Admittedly enough she likes it when she's on a bed, but clearly that's not an option here.]
Well I am a Queen, you know. [Obviously he doesn't know, Diva you fucking idiot.] So I'd like to be fucked accordingly.
[She could've just said passionate but, y'know.]
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Yeah?
I'll fuck you like you deserve, baby. You ain't gotta wory about that.
❪ it's only a testament to just how far gone he is in the chemicals and lust that the fangs that bare in front of him don't trigger that instinctive drive within him. right now, all he can think about his burying himself inside the heat of her, taking her up against that roughened wall until she comes apart again and again. a hiss slips from his lips as her fingers bite crescents into his skin, a stunted grunt huffing free, and he's giving a last grope to her ass before he can be heard fiddling with the fastening of his jeans, tugging them open and pulling his cock free from the confines of his briefs.
next is her panties, which he merely shifts to the side, just enough to run the swell of his head between her silk-like folds, a crazed relief causing pupils to swell as he revels in the sight of her. part of him wants to tease her, make her ask for it, but he'd prefer having her beg for more, and so it's with a shaky breath that he's pressing himself inside, fully to the hilt, lids fluttering closed just a moment and fingers pulsing at her throat as he reels in the feel of her, clutching him impossibly tight. ❫
I'm so sorry this took 500 years
It won't take much to make her beg, if that's what Dean's after.
Ultimately Diva's a hedonist and whatever she consumed thanks to that little cherry pie is only making that trait of hers worse. She can't help but shoot Dean a half lidded look, licking her lips instinctively. The reins have been handed over to him after all, it's his move to make next.]
You're pretty eager, huh?
sorry mine took 1,000 ok
for a moment he keeps himself there, nice and deep, and savor in the way she looks just then: eyes half-mast and glazed over, those plump, glossy lips sure as hell conjuring up some ideas of where they might be of more use than taunting him as they are now. ❫
Mmh—somethin' like that. ❪ and whatever semblance of patience he'd had left dissipates, setting a rhythm against her petite body that's bruising from the start. he's not worried about being gentle with her, and from what he's gathered already, it doesn't seem like she quite wants him to be. hips withdraw only to send himself fully back inside, rutting her harshly up against those bricks, shallow strokes enabling him to use strength just as much as he can a building speed. it takes everything in him not to bury his nose into the crook of her neck, but he wants to watch that kittenish look break apart while he fucks her, teeth securing into his lower lip.
any fraction of a thought he might've given prior to the fact that there were still plenty of people back at that orientation is gone, one hand keeping her hoisted up against him with a hook beneath her thigh while the other loses itself in her hair, gathering a fist fill to keep her eyes right where they are with his. he gives a particularly rough snap of his hips, a near growl rumbling up from the bed of his chest. ❫
So tight, baby. Y'like that?
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Absolutely. ]
Yes-!
[Her reply is chirped out, breathy as she sighs, giggles bubbling up from her throat as he thrusts into her at a hectic pace. It's a thrill to let herself be taken over like this and while she can feel her hips aching it's dull and easily ignored. Baby, huh? That's what Tsurugi calls her too, even if she's not exactly fond of the pet name. She'll let it slide though for now - Dean's making her toes curl, after all.]
I'm always tight.
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Fuck. —bet you are.
❪ remind him later to test out that theory, please.
that hungering within him decides he just isn't being fed quite enough. he makes to the front of her dress, finding the miniature buttons and giving a harsh tug to leave them toppling to the floor amiss beneath them, causing the fabric to rip slightly so he can get a better view of the plentiful breasts she's got hidden beneath that dress. he should probably hold some iota of concern for the fact that they've gotta walk out of there at some point, but he's determined not to let her do so without looking completely spent. he's an admirer, after all, and she's got a lot to her he'd like to soak in. he groans at the way her milky flesh jostles in the boastful clasp of her bra, exhale stuttering free as the grip beneath her thigh shifts to her hip.
a slight bend of his knees and he's able to bounce her, her body weight effective in making each slap of their hips all the rougher as he meets her figure hit for hit, again and again, veins alight with fire. ❫
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Hey-! Ah...my dress!
[It's titties out time because Diva's not one to wear a bra (why wear one when they're permanently perky) and it's not so much the scandal of her breasts being on display that has her scolding him than it is the fact he's just ripped one of the dresses she's fond of. It's quite the sight though, especially with the contrast of her jet black hair against her milky white skin and pink, perky nipples. Is Dean in Heaven or Hell? Might be hard to tell. Diva's no succubus but she could definitely pass as one in the moment.
The shift in position has her grasping for his neck though, if only to cling tight and hold herself closer. He's hitting her deeper and deeper with each buck of his hips and that only has her nails coming out in a bid to clasp onto him. His own shirt might find the shoulders and back with tears and holes when he's doing laundry later but for now the state of clothing, that of Diva's or his own seems to really be Dean's prerogative right now.]
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he doesn't mind the grip to his neck and the pinpricks of her nails at his shoulders, even if he'll come to find it's a little more than a typical nail-scratch, and in fact it only fuels him to dig up a little more aggression, grunting shortly as he ducks in to hide his face in the crook of her neck. it doesn't take him long to be deterred by her tits jostling against his chest, mouthing down with the scratch of his scruff to press open-mouthed affections there. a mixture of teeth, tongue, lips, a hungry collision as her tight walls practically milk every dive of his cock.
he's sure she can feel the way he pants against her skin, those little animalistic sounds hidden by an occupied mouth, and maybe it's that devilish little treat that helps him, but he continues to pound into her relentlessly, the smacks and sounds of their skin and bodies hitting practically lewd and filthy—but it all drives him further. she's warm and impossibly soft and he's intent to devour her, teeth leaving behind their own imprints along the swell and valley of her breasts. ❫
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Hugging his neck tighter she groans loudly, desperate as her thighs squeeze around his hips and her toes curl in her shoes. He's fully supporting her now and luckily she doesn't weigh much at all. Dean's breath is hot and sticky against the skin of her neck and despite his best efforts to leave marks that'll stay, evidence of their little romp together, whatever indents he makes disappear as soon as they're created. He's pretty voracious for a human, but then again humans were quite greedy things, weren't they? Never satisfied with their lot, not that she can blame them. She's no different.]
Hungry?
[She can't help but laugh, squeezing him tighter to herself where she can.]
Was the pie not enough of a treat for you?
[Clearly not.]
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and shit, she's a talker, and if he weren't so buried in that lustful hunger granted to him by hattie's stand, maybe he'd have a bit more intent to shut her up, but at the moment he doesn't mind it. if anything it only goads him further, her catty and coy remarks rousing a smirk across his lips, teeth baring and finally lifting back up to revel in her, allow his sights to take in the way she looks being jarred up against that wall at the mercy of his hips. ❫
Hn— You g-ot a mouth on you, huh?
❪ it's difficult to keep the words from straining when he feels her skillfully clasp herself all the tighter around him, pulling up another hidden grunt from his chest. he decides to switch his tactic, slowing his hips dramatically and pulling his cock out til only the swelled tip is inside her, then forcefully rutting himself back into her, fully with abandon. ❫
500 years later forgive me
Ahh...
[She could go for awhile and keep this up if need be, but she's not sure how long he can last at the rate he's going. As she lifts her hips as much as she can in the position she's in, sharp nails dig while she clings and groans without reserve. Of course she's at Dean's mercy but she too is gracing him with the opportunity to indulge in her in the first place, is she not?]
You're a tease, you know that?