Thread: The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

Vivian adored Emmas reaction to the bottle neck that violated her puckered hole. The sense of controlling Emma, humiliating her before a crowd was a thrill unlike any other to the blonde haired woman. A part of her knew that this was certainly going to stir the pot here, but Vivian wanted to let her brother knew that she was going to call the shots from here on out. Vermilion was going to step in and take control of this bar, and she was going to start with the people in charge first. Completely dominating them and putting them in their place. The Vermilion princess thought about all the ways she would control Emma. This little slut would sell herself on the street corner for Vermilion, and then come home to the blonde woman with a cunt full of seed. Of course, Vivian would make certain to help her clean herself up. And then the red head whore would spend her evening giving her body over to Vivian. The prospect just made her panties even wetter, continuing to assault her pussy. Vivian was almost too consumed with her task of fucking both holes that she almost missed the comment regarding her sanity. Youd be too if you have done half the shit I have Vivian hissed as Emmas nails dug into her flesh and left red trails in their wake. The pain was very arousing, her nipples rock hard through the flimsy fabric of the shirt. She giggled as she brought such intense pleasure to the woman before her that she came, just like that. Vivian then dropped into a squat yet again, moving her mouth to suck hard on Emmas sensitive clit. She was planning on bruising the nub by sucking harshly on it. That way, days after their initial coupling, Emma could feel the pain radiate from her cunt and know that it was Vivian who did it. Vivian who owned her. Vivian heard the guttural screaming of her name, turning around with an angry look on her face as she got to her feet. She never expected the strike to her face that would be certain to leave a fair amount of bruising on her pretty face. She was struck so hard that she stumbled backwards, not noting Emmas quick movements to steal her knife away. Luckily, Vivian carried two pistols. She grunted, looking up to who hit her with Emmas juices glistening on her face and dripping down her chest. Fuckin Asshole! Vivian went to whip out her second gun, a desert eagle to match the first one. She was smart enough to always have a back up, and clips of ammunition on her body guards at all times. Generally, she didnt need more than the clips that were already in the guns. But she just managed to draw it out from under the large coat when she was grabbed by the throat, She dropped the gun out of shock, her hands instead grabbing at the powerful one at her throat, trying to pry him away. Vivian tried to kick him away with her feet, using the stiletto heels as weapons. But it was no use. Her manicured long nails ripped at his coat and skin, digging in enough to damage the tailored suit and leave bloody gouges on his hands in the process. Within moments, her body went limp, having been successfully knocked out. When Vivian came to, she had no idea how much time had passed. All she was aware of was that she was restrained to a very opulent looking chair, doing her best to crane her neck to take in her new surroundings. The way how the collar was tightened on her recently bruised neck was a bit of a turn on to her, but she tried her best to be aware of her current situation. The man behind the desk had HER knife, and that was enough to send her into a rage. Did he have any idea how special that knife was to her? How many people she had killed with it? Vivian frowned, not wanting him to filthy it with his hands. The elderly man wasnt a concern to her, but he probably should have been. She heard some noises behind her, looking to her 3 guards with a face of disgust. Had they really been weak enough to be overcame by this gang? Vivian made a mental note to punish them, planning already on killing them and elevating more competent gang members to their positions. She turned her bruised face back to the man behind the desk, a smirk on her face. I guess youre the one in charge, huh? Vivian raised an eyebrow as she shifted in her seat, a sense of pride still in her voice. Nice Hostess.she put out that easily for everyone?