Thread: The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

Emma panted heavily as Vivian's tongue released her, breathing heavily at this point as her hazy eyes looked down to Vivian with a smirk of her own. Her expression was changed into surprised pleasure instead, however, once the three fingers slid inside of her, causing a hard moan, as she tilt her head back once more, sending another pleased vulgarity. She grinned widely, nodding with her head still tilted back at what Vivian suggested, biting down on her lower lip as she looked back down to the blonde. Mmrh, yes.. Ah! She exclaimed eagerly, until noticing the guy with his camera out, her cheeks flushing heavily at the sight, realizing how much shit she'd just gotten into. Fingers was tightened around the poor tablet Martin was still holding, his lips quivering slightly at what he saw. He wasn't afraid of the knife, bringing his sister into any danger. Emma could probably make Martin tumble over several times, before actually getting any sort of hit in on her, if she wanted to. She could defend herself, if the need arose. It was the message. The message hurt. And for every second this continued, revenge would be more severe. That was his promise to himself, as he bit it all in. A frustrated growl ran through him, as he switched cameras, wanting to see how may was watching at this point. The audience was still small, but definitely still significant, as well as growing. Then, he saw it. A few phones out. Martin's eyes grew wide, his left eye seemingly about to blow a vessel, as his lips sneered. Eric, the elderly thug by his side sighed softly, closing his eyes as he predicted the outcome. The Whiskey glass in Martin's hand shattered in his grip, several pieces of glass lodging itself into his hand, as he got off from his seat. That'll be fucking enough! Martin roared, as he slammed the table on the table, crushing the screen, and breaking a few plastic parts off. Martin didn't take a single second to check his hand, or the tablet, before rushing away from his booth, and towards the stairs down. The roar hadn't been loud enough for anyone not in the immediate vicinity to hear. No one, downstairs, would know of the storm approaching. Emma looked back to Vivian at the mention of her ass, panting heavily as she watched her bring out the bottle. She raised her brows slightly, shaking her head at suggestion she could take the thick end, whimpering slightly at the prospect, as her legs twitched. N.. Noo.. No, no.. Please.. Vivian.. She begged, shaking her head several times, reaching a hand out to stop her, before her entire body tensed up with the shove of the bottle. It relaxed again, and she moaned loudly, her back twitching once again as she grew a grin on her lips. Oho.. Y.. You.. Bitch.. She moaned, as she dropped back down with her back on the table, shivering wildly as her legs twitched once more. She moaned with every inch shoved inside her, her back arching slightly as fear grew that Vivian wasn't going to stop. But, when she did, Emma moaned longingly again, stroking against the table as she pushed the tattered remains of her dress over herself subconsciously, stroking her arms over her abdomen, and up to her breast's. Emma didn't answer the question relayed to her with words, but with lustful moans, as her body squirmed with the attention to her clit. Emma shivered again, biting her lips with a naughty expression on her face at the mention of being knocked up. No one had ever tried, or dared trying anything like that on her, even if they could. She'd grown far past her inability to have children, so didn't get depressed at the mention of it anymore. A woman with a life like her's, is better off not being able to, in her mind. At least at this time. There where still the nagging fear, that she might want some once, but that hadn't even been considered yet. Emma's eyes opened as Vivian got up, widening even more as she saw the Eagle. Inside, she thought it a rather ironic that the very fact that she owned that gun, was what was going to get her in trouble, and she was now going to fuck her with it? 'Fucking Hilarious' Emma thought to herself, as she bit her lip, looking excited at the prospect, before gasping as their lips met. She closed her eyes, moaning against the lips, tasting herself as well as Vivian on them. She panted as the lips parted again, leaning up on her elbows to look down, and watch Vivian preparing the gun. Her body tensed up again, before relaxing around the barrel of the gun, slowly starting to push inside of her, sending her into another low, guttural moan, tilting her head back. She started moaning with each thrust of the gun, looking back up to Vivian with a flushed, lustful smile, rolling her eyes back in ecstasy. Nnh.. I.. I think.. Mmh.. I think you're.. Insane... She giggled gleefully, as her body started rushing with twitches, both hands slamming down on the table as her moans grew louder. Her fingernails scratched over the table, before placing one hand on Vivian's chest, nails digging into her skin rather harshly. She didn't try to push the animal above her away as she started biting, instead using that pain to ride into an orgasm, shivering with another loud scream, entire body twitching with the hard bite. Her toes curled as much as they could, legs tensing up and twitching wildly. Behind them, a hulking, raging figure was making his way through the crowd, but without making a noise. Most people was annoyed when pushed to the side, but no one said anything once noticing the red hair, and the tattoo of an Ace of cards on his neck. Martin ES Hansen. Owner of the club, and sister of the 'victim' in the booth. Everyone grew silent once seeing that. Martin made it to the front of the row without much noise, especially not enough to make noise past the pleasure scream of Emma. When Martin got through, he looked to the show, then down on the phone by his side. The man holding the phone looked up, and very slowly started lowering his phone, with an obvious expression of dread. Martin looked back into the booth, and observed the gun inside his sister very closely. He waited for just the right second. The second, where Vivian's finger's where away from the gun's trigger. In that moment, he called out her name. Vivian! He shouted angrily, as he took a few quick steps towards the two, and the first thing Vivian would see when looking towards the one interrupting them, was Martin's fist, landing right to the side of her face, clocking her hard enough to send most men into a stupor, and tumble. With the punch, Emma snapped out of her ecstasy, just enough to shiveringly reach up to Vivian's back, try to pull her knife from it's holster, and toss it across the floor. Martin as well, pulled the gun out of Emma, tossing it backwards, and out of Vivian's reach, the siblings attempting to work together, to leave Vivian completely defenseless, but for her own personal strength, which was far outmatched by the muscular attacker. If the first punch, did not knock Vivian out entirely, which it would most girls, Martin would grab for her neck, and try to turn her for another one, this one not quite as powerful, but still hard enough to knock some people out. If it failed to knock her out, or at least make her only semi-conscious, his fingers wrapped around her throat, starting to strangle the air out from her, trying to make her unconscious that way instead. Nothing sexy about this treatment. He just needed her incapacitated. And the method, really didn't mater to him, at this point. Especially after this whole show. The punches should've been enough, at this point, that Vivian wouldn't be able to offer much resistance, but the little she did, was ignored by Martin. All he made sure of, was that she didn't hit his eyes. She could scratch her all she wanted. She was going to sleep. Now. When Vivian woke up again, she'd find herself in a different scene. She was seated in a mahogany chair, adorned with emerald cushions and some sort of contraption behind her. A contraption, from which a chain ran to her neck, and on to the tight collar on her neck. The collar was cold black leather, and tightened so she could breathe, but it was uncomfortable. In front of her was a large desk, behind which she'd see Martin for the first time. He was leaning back in his large comfortable office chair, spinning Vivian's knife with it's pointy end against his table. Behind him was a painting of a poker hand of cards, containing every single Ace of a card deck, each with the words 'ES' instead of 'Ace'. Above the painting was a wooden emerald serpant, much like the one on Emma's tattoos. On Martin's side stood an elderly gentleman, with his hands folded in front of himself, glaring down to Vivian. Should she look behind her, she'd see her three guards, on their knees, hands chained behind their backs, to studs on the floor behind them. Behind those three, was two other guards, each holding U.M.P automatic submachine guns. The rest of the room was decorated with various paintings of generally considered beautiful sights. Classy. Simple.