taken from a prompt on rpanons

[ecchis]

 

TRAPPED TOGETHER
a fuck or die smut meme

 

You don't remember falling asleep, but now you're waking up, and it's nowhere familiar. The room is white from top to bottom, clean and sterile. There is no visible door or other means of escape. Fluorescent lights embedded in the ceiling provide the only light.

The room is mostly empty, but not entirely. A large monitor sits recessed into the wall opposite you. A chest of drawers sits on the wall to your left, and a closet in the wall to your right. You are sitting on a large, white bed, and you are not alone. Do you know this person? Are they a friend, an enemy, a lover? Or are they a complete stranger, someone you've never met before in your life. There is a strange collar around their neck, and with a start, you realize you have one on around your throat as well. Try as you might, you cannot remove it.

Whatever the case, the person you are stuck with is awakening as well, but before you two have time to so much as introduce yourselves, the monitor comes to life, and text appears on the screen.

YOU'RE FINALLY AWAKE.
THE GAMES WILL NOW BEGIN.
DO AS YOU ARE TOLD AND YOU WILL LEAVE ALIVE.
ONCE WE'RE DONE WITH YOU, THAT IS.
IGNORE YOUR ORDERS AND DIE.
DO NOT ATTEMPT TO CHEAT. WE WILL KNOW.
AND PLEASE, TRY TO HAVE FUN.

The message remains for a minute, just to make sure you both have time to read it, before fading away. Moments later, your first orders appear. Ignore them, and your collars will begin to constrict until you comply. Finish, and new orders will eventually appear. Between the chest of drawers and the closet beside the bed, everything you need is provided to you to perform, including toys, tools, special medications of various effects, and even food and drink.

Is your collar getting tighter? Better get busy. Remember, they're watching.


HOW TO PLAY

• Comment with your character information and preferences in the subject, as usual.
• OOC communication is extremely important in this meme, the orders your characters are given are determined between the two of you. They can be tame, or they can be extreme. Plan out what you want to play ahead of time, or surprise each other, just get a feel for what each of you want! Leaving a kinks list and/or an example of what kind of orders you like in your comment is a terrific idea.
• Keep on going as long as you please! If you really want, your characters can escape after a single smooch, or they can be going at it all day long.

 

Comments

[icycold]

Bucky was awake moments before the monitor turns on, projecting its rather disturbing message. He feels a sense of panic grip him as he glances from those words to the woman opening a closet on the other side of the room.

Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow.

He had no intention of drinking a strange bottle of liquid provided by someone who had captured him, and he certainly didn't plan on fucking anyone under these circumstances. At least they had not messed with his mind. Not yet, anyway.

"We need to get out of here," he said immediately, rising fluidly from the bed as he reached for the back of the collar. Bucky's eyes widened when he couldn't find any opening on it. Well, maybe he could punch through the door. Surely their captors couldn't prevent that? That was what he thought until he gave it a try and found even his bionic arm couldn't make a dent in the door.

This had to be a HYDRA facility. There was no other option. He turned back to Natasha, baffled and more than a little bit worried.

[waywardsoul]

Pow, goes the fist against the wall. It sure does make a loud noise, enough to make her ears twitch, and her stomach do a little twist, but there's not even a dent. The question is, did he feel it?

"Crap." And hi to you too, Bucky. He's spared one last glance, then she's half turning to the opened closet. Being in the same space as him was enough to leave her wary, but now she's downright twitchy, after reading what was on the screen. Which means she's exerting that nervous energy by digging into the closet.

In a moment, she's sincerely wishing she hadn't bothered. Toys, restraints, lube... it's like some storage room for sex tools. Tony'd probably have a field day with this stuff. Her? She's snapping the door shut hard enough for the crack! of it to echo in the room.

"Ah--" Her hands fly up to her throat. "Did your collar just tighten?"

[icycold]

Bucky doesn't see what Natasha discovers in the closet, but he does feel his collar begin to tighten as well.

Feeling that panic tighten his chest just a bit more, he takes an experimental step in the direction of the chest of drawers. Nothing happens, so he walks all the way over to them, wary as ever while opening up the top drawer. What does he see? Those bottles they were instructed to drink.

The pressure on his collar lightens as he picks up one of the small bottles, examining it. So... someone's controlling the tightness of their collars, threatening to choke them if they don't comply.

"Stand over here. Pick up one of the bottles and it'll loosen." A temporary solution, obviously. The next step is to drink the contents, something he doesn't feel ready to do. And yet, if it's between that and being strangled by a collar...