bakerstreet | taken from a prompt on rpanons

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Thor made his way to the bed, picked up the toy and gave it a once over. A bit of fiddling provided proof that it did turn on and it buzzed away merrily. He made his way over to her where she was braced by the dresser, searching for something. They were running out of time.

"It didn't say we had to force it," he offered as reassurance. What little there was. He kept the toy going in one hand as he stepped up behind her, his large hand moving to her hip, then slowly sliding around her front to begin undoing her jeans.

With the timer counting down, he did want to see which of them died first at the hands of these collars. The fact this place was solid meant they were expecting him at least. He wondered if she had something other than brute force to use when they had more time. Right now, his fingers deftly undid her jeans, opening them up, and hopefully with her help tugging them down her legs a bit. She didn't need to full strip, but around her knees should be good.

"No, it didn't, but that doesn't mean we can stall forever," she said, helping him slide both jeans and underwear down for proper access. It was totally unbecoming and hardly sexy, but the whole situation had her a bit pissed off. Claudia just didn't want it to spill over on Thor instead of whoever was going to find out that it wasn't the God of Thunder they had to worry about.

They didn't have time for her to take off her boots and do more, and she wasn't exactly sure she wanted to, not until they had more than just Thor using that toy to get her off. It was just getting through one thing at a time, as out of the corner of her eye, she saw the final seconds slip away.

And so he began. Flicking the vibrator back on, it hummed away pleasantly enough. He brought the toy to her inner thigh, just above her knee. As he did so, his other hand came up to rest on her hip a moment. The large hand would slide up her side a bit as he gently stroked that tow up and down her inner thigh, coming just short of her lower folds.

He teased between her thighs as his other hand continued to slowly stroke up and down her side. Fingers played along her ribs over her clothes as he stood behind her. That toy came up again, this time just barely brushing and vibrating along her sex. The large man behind her leaned forward as he said, probably to embarrass her a bit or maybe lighten up the dour mood, "At least you have a cute rear."

Claudia was more than a little glad of that hand, because the buzzing along her skin was making all kinds of tingles go off. It was all she could do to remind herself what she was looking for, because it had been rather a long time since she'd had a guy get this close. Working for a department that put the secret in Secret Service usually meant anyone got fed up with the lies and evasive answers long before naked time was on the table.

Another reason why she knew they'd need lube to go past external use. The closest thing she got to a boyfriend used batteries. All she was seeing so far was every other shape and variety of toy she'd ever seen and then some. But the brush against her folds and the words in her ear had her stifling a soft gasp.

"It's all that chasing bad guys. Killer cardio," she said, her voice a little breathy.

Another sign he did not like this place, he wondered if it targeted heroes. Even if she was an agent, he found many admirable ones among SHIELD. Thor continued with the teasing, not about to try and force this as he let her search out lube for her own use, or barring that, a lot of foreplay. The bumpy toy hummed against one thigh, and then the other. Every now and then teasingly bumping and brushing her sex. Now and then coming close to but not quite seeking her clit.

Thor's hand on her shoulder rested heavily a moment before he let it slide down her side. He reached around her and cupped her chest, giving her breast a firm, slow squeeze as he leaned down and kissed her neck. They would have to finish this somehow, some way, for them to avoid choking to death. He asked, with less teasing, "All you must do is say how you want it."

She was almost glad he kept tight against her, even as he teased her. It was making her knees wobble. He was tender, teasing, yet clearly capable of doing so much more. What would it really be like to have sex with a god? Would he be doing this because it was life-or-death, or did he actually find her attractive?

Distracting her from those thoughts like divine providence, her fumbling fingers closed on a large tube, and she pulled it out. It was hard to think clearly, but she didn't really care all that much. "I think you need to stop teasing before I can't think or stand..."

Did she even know what she wanted? It had been a long damn time.

He looked over her shoulder at what she found and nodded. His hand around her shifted to her stomach and he drew the toy out from between her thighs. He instead drew her back and swept his arm under her legs. Thor easily lifted her, moving her to the bed to the bed. He sat her down on the edge of it and held up the toy for her to prep for herself.

Thor moved to half kneel on the bed, with one foot on the ground. His large form still hovered close and he still avoided looking at the monitor further. They weren't really stalling, so he hoped it wouldn't set off anything further.

Unfortunately, their captors weren't precisely satisfied with their progress. Even as she got the first thick plop of lube on her palm and reached for the toy, she felt the collar start to tighten around her throat.

All she could do was spread as much as she could before she started panting too hard.

"Hurry," she said, hoping they'd done enough to make this not hurt badly.

He nods, feeling the collar tighten and taking her word for it. His hand slides the toy back up between her thighs, the buzzing bulbous tip parting her folds a bit before he just slides it in. Little knobs pushing in and some vibrating past her clit. Thor took it slow, but with a steady and firm push.

He worked in the first bit, drew back, and pumped it deeper. Doing this each time getting it a bit more as he hovered close. Her jeans were around her shins likely by now, but his hand moved in. At least she had the bed to lay back on if she needed.

Claudia couldn't help but cry out as he first pushed in, feeling both eager and embarrassed to be doing this with a near-stranger, for the benefit of some anonymous captor. The overly textured vibrator pressed in and did things she hadn't quite expected, since it was nothing close to anatomical in shape beyond being generally cylindrical.

Her ankles being bound by the unshed jeans made it hard to get in a good position, but she grabbed a pillow to slide under her shoulders and hold her at a better angle. She wasn't sure what kind of views Asgard had on sex, although the Norse culture was well-known for their appetites. The gentleness behind his actions were something else, and she knew it would be hard not to fall for that.

"More," she begged, not caring anymore about their audience, the pressure around her neck reminding her that a lot of people found asphyxiation during sex exhilarating, and getting and inkling as to why as she got closer to climax. Not close enough, not yet, but gods, she wanted it.

taken from a prompt on rpanons

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