Thread: The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

Nngh! Emma whimpered happily as her sex was slapped, her entire body twitching with excitement, her legs spreading just slightly more, her toes curling to the point they where whiting now. She gulped, as Vivian's belittering continued, her cheeks starting to flush a little more, as she bit down hard on her lower red lip. Emma's head lulled backwards slightly, groaning once again as she stroked her body against Vivian's. Her green eyes secretly gazed towards a camera for a few seconds, her lips curling a soft grin, before focusing back against Vivian's, and then around a bit, noticing the guards' valiant attempts at staying valiant, causing Emma to giggle wickedly. Noticing the two girls caused her grin to grow a bit wider, as she spread her legs a little bit, allowing the audience to see a little more of her panties, and the hand that was ravaging her inside, moaning like an animal in heat. After exposing her bruised skin, Emma grinned with Vivian's visual excitement at the prospect, inhaling hoarsly as she was kissed, building up into a hiss as she was bitten, nails digging into Vivian's skin once again, whimpering slightly as blood was drawn. But it was not the whimper of a beaten, or sad dog. But the excited one, of a happy dog, vying for the attention of it's master. Crimson petals drippled down her neck when Vivian's teeth retracted, Emma panting with the release. The mention of her hole being special, her face was now red, as it always turned when humiliated just right. Tere was no look of sadness on Emma, however. She loved the beliltering. It hadn't been her ass' first time, for sure, but she didn't have to tell the Vermilion Princess that. It had only been the first time -her- ass, had 'suffered' under Martin's attention. You told her to bring the Vermilion up, right? Martin questioned, gazing at his glass with a grim expression, turning the orange liquid around. The older man with graying hair nodded a single time, clearing his throat, as he looked down to his Tablet. Yes, Master Hansen. But. I believe she is.. Entertaining the guest.. It might be a.. Moment. The man said, clearing his throat, as he closed his eyes. Martin's emerald pebles shot to the elderly gentleman, like the headlights of a speeding car, roaring towards a pedestrian. Give me that shit.. He demanded with a sneer, snatching the table out of the man's hand, looking down to the camera feed currently sized up on the screen. His eyes narrowed into slits, as his fingers tightened their grip on the flimsy construction of the tablet, causing it to buck slightly. What he saw, was his little sister being treated to a bit of pleasure, at -his- fucking bar. Spread for an audience. The elderly man cleared his throat, being careful what he said at this point. This.. Might be an opertunity? Ms Vermilion might get cocky. Might think you aren't going to react, and send her guards off? The man suggested, earning him a furious stare, causing the elder man to look towards the ground. Young Ms Hansen isn't entirely foolish. She might know what she's doing. He suggested. Shut the fuck up, Erick... The little slut is just doing it to get her rocks off, something I specifically told her to keep on floor four. Fucking christ, Emma, you don't take a break, do you? While there where mainly fury in his voice, but there was no malice. Slight Disapointment, as well as the hint of a worried father. Their father hadn't given a shit about Emma, and treated her like a good side dish for costumers, earning him a bit more money. Emma had loved it, Martin sure as hell hadn't. He put an end to it, thinking Emma only seemed to love it, because she didn't think there where other ways. But Emma's libido had very quickly shown to be uncontrollable, giving Martin quite a few heartaches. He knew Emma enjoyed the slut she'd become, but he still wasn't convinsed that was simply because she'd had to, already in her teens. Martin's eyes narrowed, when he saw Emma rush into the audience, and Vivian preparing to follow. When Vivian did, she did something to her guards, keeping them from following. Martin's eyes closed, a grin forming on his lips as he put a cigarette between them. How the fuck do you always manage to be right, Erick? He questioned, looking up to the elderly gentleman, who smiled, reaching down a lighter to ignite Martin's cigarette. Martin inhaled with another chuckle, exhaling a large puff of smoke through his nose, as he leaned up in his seat. Tell the girls to use sleepers. I want those guards awake in some hours again. Bring them up to Five, office. Martin ordered, causing the elderly sir to take a few steps back, taking out his phone to swipe a few times. Meanwhile, Martin's emerald eyes moved back down to the screen on the edge of the table, changing camera's a few times, before finding a booth, just as the Vermilion Princess rushed inside, to meet Emma. The green eyes narrowed, as the hand holding the cigarette, crushed the tobacco, paper and spark. The second the order had been shared, several girls, wearing the green Lingerie of the second and first floor, approached Vivian's guards. Professionals, they didn't approach unprofessionally, but all with a hint of purpose. Offering to take orders from the bar, offering a more fun evening, or help with the bulge in their pants, tempting and seductive smiles on the lot, beautiful alluring bodies to empower the trap. Any of them order drinks, it was lazed with powerful sleeping drugs. Those who asked for more fun, was offered fake pills, of a very popular kind these days. Of course, the pills they resieved, wasn't the party drug of the times, but instead sleeping drugs. The least lucky guard, was if anyone would accept help with their bulge. Playfully, seductively being led into one of the many large bathrooms, to be met with lustful kiss', followed by a hard, painful sting at the back of the head, being bludgeoned to sleep. Everything, was falling into order for the ES. Emma inhaled shakily as Vivian approached, grinning widely as she watched the woman rush into the booth. Emma's delicate fingers pushed her a little upwards, letting Vivian easily move her onto the table. The bruising grip caused giggling moans, as she was placed on the table, a few drinks being pushed over and sloshing to the table, or the ground. Emma gulped deeply, face flushing even more as a knife was pulled. Her breath became even more excited, the more Vivian said, her inhales being almost entirely pants at this point, her chest heaving with every one. Emma yelped and turned her face away as her dress was mangled, her fingers tightening against the table, scratching the hard wood in the process. Her green eyes opened once again, gazing down to the predator in front of her, as her dress was rent into taters. The right side of her chest had another tattoo of a Serpant, this one the same color as the bar, snaking it's way over and around her right breast, ending bellow it where it caressed another Queen of cards. Emma whimpered, happily once again, as the lower part of her dress was ripped. The fabric was stubborn, trying to stay together, causing it to dig into the redhead's delicate skin, causing another slight bruise on her waist. Her legs dangled, having been spread around Vivian, they now arched their knees upwards a bit, displaying herself for Vivian, as well as the few brave souls that'd shown up in the doorway to the circular booth. Emma panted softly as her bra was pulled, revealing her perky breast's to the audience, her cheeks flaring almost as red as her hair at this point. Her right breast was pierced horizontally by a split, having tiny triangular sockets on each side of her nipple, containing even tinier Emeralds. Emma moaned delightedly, throwing her head back as Vivian's nails ran down the inside of her thighs, her legs instinctively spreading wide for the mistreatment, presenting the moist mount even more for the aggressor. Once again, fabric raked at her skin, causing even more bruising again, before the fabric gave and lay in tatters, revealing the well prepared lips to those longing. Emma was almost lapping like a dog at this point, anticipating the meeting of their lips, exhaling loudly in excitement as it finally happened, thrusting her head backwards, arching her back. O.. Oho, god.. Vivian.. F.. Fuck, you've done this b.. Before.. Y.. You're just.. Just as fucking slutty as I am, aren't you? Nngh.. You're just an instigator.. Y.. You take.. I.. I give.. Nngh! She whimpered loudly again, as her leg had twitched, causing the digging nails to give her another scratch, causing a wild shiver. F.. Fuuck! Take everything I've got, Viv.. I, am all yours.. She offered, her body girting at this point, sending waves through her body, as she looked back down to the blonde, as she devoured her slit, the tongue tickling all the right places. Her tattered dress was still hanging loosely on her arms, the fabric tight enough to still hold on to her, making her look like a victim, just like she wanted it. Her hands had still managed to hold her sitting on the table, but they where giving now. Her right arm gave first, bending, sending her down on her elbows, half laying on the table, barely able to fit on it. She fell completely, placing both her hands on Vivian's head, as her head and back arched back, her head now leaning over the other edge of the table, her red hair cascading towards the empty, and broken bottles and glass', now pushed on the floor, only a few remaining on the table.