Prison World #3: Panultima (tw violence, torture, coercion)

[spoofer]

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

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!

In this world, the mission and pleasure roll together well. The implant picks up information, so your main job is to explore. Perhaps you and your partner might enjoy yourself a glow-in-the-dark cocktail in a smoky bar where a two-headed singer is providing the music, a tour of the massive shield generators in the sparkling complex. Or pick fruit from one of the hundreds of bonding trees in the city's central park— so named, because it requires successful completion of questions to "the newlywed game" for each before one of the luscious, sweet fruits is released from a vine.

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.

Most days, it looks like a forest— incidentally, very much like Xistentia. There are dozens of hybrid creatures in it, most of which are edible, others toxic, several very dangerous. However, the ground below can change at any moment, turning into mud or belching acid baths. Or you might find yourself abruptly attacked by a bear with biological armor growing from its huge shoulders. The control room, operated by Primus, is concealed from view. Its role is to keep the environment challenging for those competing, shifting the settings of the place to advantage some and cripple others.

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?

Footnotes

1. Please ensure that threads are marked with appropriate content warnings!
2. The plotting post for this event can be found here, and the original announcement with some other details is here.

Comments

[deathkid]

[ the bite had been bad enough, threatening to cloud his mind completely. but with the addition of the magic now singing in his blood, nico's finding it harder and harder to resist. something in him wants this. to be dominated by someone nearly as powerful as he is. if not more so. whether that's the magic in his blood or his own heart, he isn't sure, but one thing is for certain, his body is reacting.

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...

[sadico]

[ The blood, the energy, it kept pulsing through his body and clouding his mind- his judgment. Suddenly the feed wasn't enough, he had to have him. The need was powerful, undeniable, and Nico would soon find that his clothing was being forcibly ripped from his body. The shirt was quickly in tatters, paper compared to a vampire's strength, then the front of his jeans was torn open to send the button and zipper scattering. Whatever was beneath, if anything, was rended apart in the process to expose his cock.

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.

[deathkid]

[ never before had nico's clothes been ripped off in such a forceful manner. granted, he'd never fucked a vampire like ignacio before or been fucked by one. and it seems that this is how the evening is going to go. play the part, he tells himself. expose the world for what it is. and that means even revealing a part of himself he doesn't share with many others: weakness to someone who might dominate him completely.

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...

[sadico]

There are no gods here.

[ 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?! ]

[deathkid]

[ nico's never experienced it this rough before. it's animalistic, coarse, and unforgiving. a cry tears from his throat as ignacio pushes in, head thrown back into the cushions as he feels his body fighting against him while also trying to adjust. this creature is taking him in way he only lets a select few and that just makes him angrier. between being sold as a slave, knowing the arena awaits him, and now this man fucking him with abandon, nico feels himself lash out with the shadows and his aura.

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.

[sadico]

[ From the outside it would appear that Ignacio had the upper hand. After all, he was the one breaking furniture as if it were nothing, fucking balls-deep into a young man much smaller than he was, fully clothed while the other wore tatters. Really, it would look as though he was the brutal beast who had everything under control.

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. ]

[deathkid]

[ as ignacio's teeth sunk into his skin again, nico can't help but toss his head back and cry out. but the moment is brief, because with the magic in the air, flowing through him, he feels empowered, emboldened, and ecstatic. ignacio's rough thrusts combined with the heightening of his senses threatens to make him spiral off the deep end. he's nearly there as it is. but not wanting to give the vampire the satisfaction of having gotten him off first, he releases his own cock, once more swiping it across ignacio's cheek before huffing another laugh. ]

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. ]

[sadico]

[ His pride was wounded time and time again. Ignacio was a creature who had clawed his way to the top of his kingdom, and maintained that status through strength, caution and wit. Everything that made him unique, perhaps unbeatable, was gone in this moment. All that mattered now was how deep he could push his cock into this mouthy creature.

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. ]