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Prison World #3: Panultima (tw violence, torture, coercion)
Characters: Ensemble Cast, maybe even you!
Summary: The third prison world in Xistentia is a terrifying subdimension where sentient people exploit each other in order to run technology that will fend off D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. The 'ruling' class, Primus, are bound to a system of coupling (see: fake dating!), legacy and nepotism, whereas the Servus are put through an elaborate media circus (see: Hunger Games). You're here to study this world. And perhaps even to free those captured.
Date(s): February 8-20
Warnings/Notes: Violence, torture, coercion
If you thought Earth was a tough neighborhood, welcome to Panultima. Here, life is sweet. At least, as long as you're one of the Primus class.
It's a sprawling city of wicked spires and elaborate canals, covered in a luminous, translucent shield. Rather than a circular planet resting in orbit, instead, it's a flat plane of matter suspended in space, the foundations of the buildings rooted in only a hundred feet of stone and unknown technology. But the vast majority of citizens care little for that. After all, the city has every amenity and experience one might desire.
Restaurants line the streets. Theater is at an apex in development, with a particular focus on integration of moral philosophical themes. Gondolas run the canals, whereas a railway races over the winding laser-track in the air. Fashion is diverse, colorful, characterized by wild shapes, patterns, and accessories. Food imported from worlds both thriving and dying across the multiverse. At the numerous colleges and institutes, premier technology and opera are under constant invention and reinvention.
Primus culture emphasizes couples. Trios. Larger groups of lovers than that, even. After all, with romantic love and loyalty to care for, and survival hanging on it... who has the time or energy to care about justice for all?
Not these guys!
But for the little guy, life is considerably shittier. Welcome to the arena, the fully manipulable bubble reality set up to torture the slave class. The emotions of pain, fear, anguish, and wild, adrenal victory.
But the arena's programming isn't the only threat.
Instead, you have a motley host of macabre killers, other Servus locked up in here just like you. Some have survived in here for years, earning favor from audiences thanks to the amount of pure horror they squeezed out of their victims. Some of the better-known brands are the Bantam Butcher, a fallen angel whose first kills were those who took his wings, and now thrives on torture. The trapmaster seems to have control over environmental factors that rivals the control room. And the baker trio will eat the flesh from your bones if they catch you.
For infiltrators, the challenge is worse. Not only might you need to kill, survive, and explore the arena with your implant— but if you want to save the very same people who are out to murder you, how are you going to do that?
Several days into the mission, and that's when it happens-- the control room shuts down, under attack. And suddenly, there's pandemonium. Within the arena, some of the servus know immediately what this means— and they're willing to make a break for it, cutting each other down, crippling each other if it means that the Primus might have slower-moving people to contend with and allow them to escape. Others seem to have long since given up, failing to respond as the trees suddenly go dark and motionless, the birdsong dying into silence. After all, where is there to go? It's either D.E.S.T.I.N.Y., or to join the system that hates them, isn't it?
Are you inside the arena, or out? Are you there to help the fleeing Servus, or are you merely ready to scramble on home yourself and save your own skin?
Summary: The third prison world in Xistentia is a terrifying subdimension where sentient people exploit each other in order to run technology that will fend off D.E.S.T.I.N.Y. The 'ruling' class, Primus, are bound to a system of coupling (see: fake dating!), legacy and nepotism, whereas the Servus are put through an elaborate media circus (see: Hunger Games). You're here to study this world. And perhaps even to free those captured.
Date(s): February 8-20
Warnings/Notes: Violence, torture, coercion
Panultima
You cursed your gods and died
The Primus Life
If you thought Earth was a tough neighborhood, welcome to Panultima. Here, life is sweet. At least, as long as you're one of the Primus class.
It's a sprawling city of wicked spires and elaborate canals, covered in a luminous, translucent shield. Rather than a circular planet resting in orbit, instead, it's a flat plane of matter suspended in space, the foundations of the buildings rooted in only a hundred feet of stone and unknown technology. But the vast majority of citizens care little for that. After all, the city has every amenity and experience one might desire.
Restaurants line the streets. Theater is at an apex in development, with a particular focus on integration of moral philosophical themes. Gondolas run the canals, whereas a railway races over the winding laser-track in the air. Fashion is diverse, colorful, characterized by wild shapes, patterns, and accessories. Food imported from worlds both thriving and dying across the multiverse. At the numerous colleges and institutes, premier technology and opera are under constant invention and reinvention.
COUPLE STUFF
Primus culture emphasizes couples. Trios. Larger groups of lovers than that, even. After all, with romantic love and loyalty to care for, and survival hanging on it... who has the time or energy to care about justice for all?
Not these guys!
THE SERVUS LIFE
But for the little guy, life is considerably shittier. Welcome to the arena, the fully manipulable bubble reality set up to torture the slave class. The emotions of pain, fear, anguish, and wild, adrenal victory.
But the arena's programming isn't the only threat.
Instead, you have a motley host of macabre killers, other Servus locked up in here just like you. Some have survived in here for years, earning favor from audiences thanks to the amount of pure horror they squeezed out of their victims. Some of the better-known brands are the Bantam Butcher, a fallen angel whose first kills were those who took his wings, and now thrives on torture. The trapmaster seems to have control over environmental factors that rivals the control room. And the baker trio will eat the flesh from your bones if they catch you.
For infiltrators, the challenge is worse. Not only might you need to kill, survive, and explore the arena with your implant— but if you want to save the very same people who are out to murder you, how are you going to do that?
Breakout!
Several days into the mission, and that's when it happens-- the control room shuts down, under attack. And suddenly, there's pandemonium. Within the arena, some of the servus know immediately what this means— and they're willing to make a break for it, cutting each other down, crippling each other if it means that the Primus might have slower-moving people to contend with and allow them to escape. Others seem to have long since given up, failing to respond as the trees suddenly go dark and motionless, the birdsong dying into silence. After all, where is there to go? It's either D.E.S.T.I.N.Y., or to join the system that hates them, isn't it?
Are you inside the arena, or out? Are you there to help the fleeing Servus, or are you merely ready to scramble on home yourself and save your own skin?
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and then something warm encompasses him. seems to seep into his blood and warm his very bones. it's an experience he hasn't ever had before and he looks up at ignacio with those sharp green eyes and shudders. it's got to be some sort of spell and the part of nico that can still think feels violated. no one should be able to twist his desires like that and yet this man does so without thinking, without effort. slumping a little, he stumbles towards ignacio, trying to shake the fog from his head. ]
What are you- Ugh. [ he gives another shake of his head. ] I'll- I'll obey if you take this spell off me.
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Ignacio's eyebrows rose, impressed as Nico resisted his charm. He released the magic then gently caressed his cheek with the back of his fingers. ]
Forgive me. I saw potential within you, but I underestimated how much. Come, sit beside me.
[ With his free hand he waved off the guards, who left and closed the doors of Ignacio's private room behind them. It was dimly lit, difficult to discern surroundings for those who couldn't see in shadow. For those who could, such as Ignacio, it was luxurious sitting room. A place where those who attended the auction could sit and chat in plush furniture beside a warm fireplace, which was currently off and Ignacio was currently alone. But no longer, he had Nico now. ]
Your accent is faint, but I hear it nonetheless. Do you speak Italian?
[ He asked in the language itself. ]
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he's immediately reminded of percy when he looks into those green eyes. and that hurts because green eyes and dark hair are his weakness. the man is very attractive and nico has to look down at his hand where his ring would be in order to remind himself that he's given up on percy and is engaged to will.
but then the man is speaking in italian and his attention returns to him. so he's fluent in nico's native language and possibly others. pursing his lips a second, he debates answering. but reminding himself that he has to play along gets him to open his mouth. ]
Yes, I do. I am Italian. I also speak Greek and Latin.
cw: sexy vampire bite
I speak those languages as well.
[ He replied in Latin this time, a dead language from dead lips. Not that it was truly dead, merely evolved, which Ignacio considered true for himself as well.
As Nico's eyes fell to his ring, so did Ignacio's. His eyebrow arched at such a symbol, knowing that it was the Primus who were married- why did a Servus wear such a band? Normally he would ask these questions, find out more about Nico, but unusually for him in that moment he didn't care. ]
What is it about you... [ His whisper was to himself, quiet and wondrous as his fingers grazed along the path of the side of his neck. ] Why do you make me want to... [ Unable to finish his sentence again, he wrapped his free arm to hold Nico around his lithe waist. The other held the back of his head as he brought his lips down to his neck. He opened his mouth as if he was going to immediately bite him, but briefly restrained himself as he inhaled his scent. Then he groaned. ]
What are you?
[ A response wasn't waited for. Instead, his extended fangs began to sink deep into Nico's flesh to pierce the strong vein in his neck. Ignacio's eyes fluttered close as he began to drink, his aura fierce and hungry while the magic seeped into Nico. Typically, the bite would be cold at first, but soon incredibly pleasurable - it wasn't unusual for a mortal to orgasm during such an experience, but he had no idea how Nico's body would react to him. Only time would tell. ]
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You- Ugh.
[ it's been a while since he's felt this defenseless. it's as if his innate battle skills have been stolen away and he slumps against ignacio. ]
You dare drink from the son of Hades? [ he wanted that to come out strong and powerful as he normally could make it, but instead it's nothing but a whisper. at least his fear aura kicks in and intensifies around him, a last ditch attempt at dislodging the vampire. ]
cw: sexual content too! and dubcon!
Then his thoughts were obliterated as that rush of negative magic flowed through him. Such an intense wave that it energized him in a way he'd never experienced, which was saying something given he'd been alive for thousands of years. He was dizzy, high off the incredible combination of blood and energy.
It took every ounce of his self control not to go into a frenzied feed and tear that beautiful throat apart. Had he been younger, less experienced, he would have. Thankfully he was ancient enough to rein in his more primal instincts and gently eased from Nico's neck. His lips briefly attached to suck hard enough to bruise, his own magic pulsing through Nico's body with renewed strength, and he even pressed his hand between the boy's legs to squeeze the outline of his cock. Firmly at first, then eased as his lips relaxed into a slow massage. ]
Do not deny me, child of death.
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his cock twitches in his black jeans, throbbing against the fingers gripping him. his legs open wider and he leans back into the cushions, making it easier for ignacio to crawl on top of him. at least, if he wants to. it seems the vampire is more interested in sucking a bruise into his neck and all nico can think of is will.
maybe if his fiance were here, he'd have the power to overthrow ignacio. as it is, he's growing weaker by the moment, even as his fear aura intensifies. a last ditch attempt to shake the vampire off. ]
I'm not- ah...
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He palmed his length, his cold fingers wrapped around him as he began to firmly pump. Warmth was seeping beneath his skin due to his feed, the difference of which could be felt by Nico as he was jacked off. No, it wasn't enough, and Ignacio released him to slide his fingers lower, briefly massaging beneath his balls before he pressed against his hole. He slid one finger inside him, in order to see if the auctioneers prepped his ass for the potential enjoyment of his buyer.
His growl was hungry, possessive, and he licked at the bruised holes on Nico's neck. ]
Give yourself to me.
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at this point, he doesn't even have to try and keep his fear aura up. it seems to be working on its own, whether due to the magic from ignacio or the way part of nico still wants to fight this. whichever the case, it seems to be fueling the vampire on and nico feels a shudder run through him as the marks on his neck are licked.
yes, he's been prepped, but it'd been a rush job. mostly because nico had objected to the manhandling. this isn't the kind of sex he typically goes for and ignacio certainly isn't the type of person he'd sleep with. despite this, he mewls as his cock is roughly handled and his hips buck when he feels inquisitive fingers brush against him. his body reacts by tensing, but only for a second, and then he's loose enough to be taken. ]
I don't- Gods...
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[ He wanted to bury his head between those pale thighs, sink his teeth into one and feel the rush of Nico's orgasm against his mouth, but all of his typical desires had been shattered by the feverish need which blazed through him. It was much too hot, his cock was so hard that it felt as though it would burst from his trousers, but that could wait as he positioned himself between Nico's legs.
The boy's back was against the plush cushions and one of Ignacio's hands was firmly on his naked chest, the fingers curling as if he wanted to rip through his flesh and tear out his heart. Instead he was roughly fingering him, his annoyed growl at the discovery of the minuscule amount of oil, but it would have to do. He couldn't wait- why couldn't he wait? He couldn't, the energy raging through him wouldn't let him stop.
What remained of his jeans were yanked up to his knees, which were pushed down to press against Nico's chest to expose his asshole. Ignacio was swift to rip open his laces, releasing his thick and throbbing cock before he pressed the tip, soaked with precum, to the godling's tight pucker. He almost sneered as he began to push in, the noise he made almost strangled as he was driven by powers beyond his own to start fucking this dark creature.
Soon he was buried to the hilt, and one of his hands lashed out to crash against the head of the couch hard enough that the splintering of wood beneath the material could be heard. But that was soon forgotten in favor of the sound of his merciless thrusts, though his trousers were in the way of their skin-slapping, the thickness of his girth assured that their fierce coupling was not silent. Wet, deep, Ignacio rutted into him like an animal possessed. ]
Fuck...
[ What was happening to him?! ]
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the temperature around them drops a few degrees and the room darkens significantly. distantly, nico realizes that if he really wanted out of this, he could always find a way to fight back. it wouldn't be hard to shadow travel away, but something about the roughness of it all appeals to his senses. it's like a fight and he thrills in it.
a breathless laugh escapes him and he grips his dick with one hand. it had flagged a little when ignacio had pushed into him, the lack of good lubrication flaring pain up his spine. but now that pain has melted into pleasure and he jerks his cock in time with ignacio's thrusts. he smears precum up and down his erection and then uses his slick thumb to smear more across ignacio's lips. ]
Ah... That's it, Styx, you're so deep. C'mon, c'mon.
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In reality, it was anything but. As Nico increased the power of his magic, jerked himself off, goaded him verbally, Ignacio distinctly felt how the tables had not only turned but been flipped upside-down (in the metaphorical sense). This wasn't what he wanted, or intended, but his body was wracked with ecstasy that he couldn't define. He knew what charm magic was, this wasn't it, this was something deep, cold, arousing his most basic instincts as a vampire.
The temperature was like ice, yet he felt hot. He could get away, couldn't he? Shift into a pack of bats and take flight, even transform into mist, but he didn't want to. This fed into a need, deep and dark within him, and he continued to claim the godling's ass over and over with hard thrusts. His powerful hands gripped his shoulders at first, but then one was raised to yank Nico's hair to one side, exposing the neck he hadn't yet bitten, and he dove without hesitation to sink his fangs in.
His magical power increased, burst through Nico's body, intense throbs focused primarily on his cock and prostate. As Ignacio fed his magic flowed inside of Nico, while Nico's magic in turn flowed inside him. At that point he didn't know where he began or ended anymore. ]
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C'mon- You'll have to do better than that to make me come.
[ and even if he didn't get off, nico figures he's won this match of sorts. without a doubt, the vampire will be more wary of who he attacks in the future. and who he comes on to. groaning, nico flexes his thighs and tightens himself around the cock inside him. then, with another laugh, he reaches out and grips ignacio's hair, yanking him away from his throat. ]
I don't think you can get me, the Son of Hades, off. You're not good enough.
[ the words are enhanced by a wave of shadow that washes over them. ]
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How it managed to pull his fangs away from its neck without tearing a chunk out of its throat was a mystery. Ignacio wasn't the merciful sort, he would sink in and stay until he was done, what was happening to him? Was it the squeeze of its ass that weakened his resolve? Or was it the magic that flowed through him, waves and waves of energy which made him want to run, hunt, and fuck until he could no longer move.
With a growl he spun Nico around, headless of the way he twisted his dick he was quick to adjust as he pressed both of his hands down on those pale shoulder blades. Whether or not it wanted to keep its hips up was up to it, the pace was brutal none the less, and he dove down to dig his fangs into the back of his neck instead. His magic, powered by Nico's, flooded with renewed energy to throb, arouse, pulse.
It wasn't Ignacio's intention to get it to cum, but that may be a result of his need to consume that shadow-drenched blood. ]