<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/ApolloMask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Apollo, #1216</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Great Room, upper balcony<br/><strong>When: </strong>Around seven in the evening, Friday<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Artemis and Lux<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/>Apollo watched the Mouse speak with intense interest.  Physically, she was simply delightful.  A slight, slender thing, with small, perky breasts, large, dark eyes, and wavy lengths of brown kisses with blond streaks--she would be quite the fun toy indeed.  Provided, of course, that she could handle them.  It wasn't unknown for the twins to play rough with their toys, to leave them broken, psychologically and otherwise, in their wake.  Apollo tended to dole out the physical punishments; he left the emotional ones to his sister.<br/><br/>But Lux's words pleased him.  He liked to see a bit--okay, a lot--of fight in his pets.  It made them all that much more fun to break in.  He'd never been a cowboy, but he imagined that the process was a lot like taking in a wild stallion, breaking it, and taming it, training it until it would trot and prance upon command.   And oh, how he had every intention of making Lux trot and prance upon command...<br/><br/>He remained silent as his sister spoke, and then again as the Mouse spoke.  His expression did not register either approval nor disapproval, but remained carefully neutral, businesslike, much like an employer interviewing a prospective employee.  Which, in a way, was the case; he and Artemis were interviewing her to see if she would be both willing and able to serve as their submissive.   Apollo had no intention of letting the Mouse walk all over him; that was a role reserved exclusively for his sister, with whom he had a kind of affectionate rivalry.  Each twin prided themself on their powers of seduction, and it was a running contest to see who could first bring their target to orgasm.<br/><br/>When Artemis brought her finger to his mouth, covered in the girl's juices, he quickly and automatically wrapped his lips around it.  Making sure that Lux was watching, he made a show of it, sucking so that his cheeks caved in, and then slowly, sensuously pulling off.  He finished the display by rolling his tongue around the pad of his twin's fingertip, a lewd and highly suggestive gesture.<br/><br/>"I would like to hear you mew," mused Lex, in response to the girl's assertion, once he had licked his lips.  "Perhaps I might even promote you, little Mouse.  Would you like to be our little Kitten instead?  Would you prefer that?"<br/><br/>He reached out his hand, cupping Lux's chin in his palm.  His thumb ran along her lower lip, swiping back and forth, once.  "Well, sister," he said, to Artemis.  "I am officially intrigued.   Tonight was beginning to look dreadfully humdrum, but it seems you have outdone yourself.  I would like to play with this one.  Test her limits.   Should we take her somewhere..."  he gestured around the Great Room, populated with its robed, masked members, huddled off in groups of twos and threes,  "...more private?  The Victorian Red Room (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246025.0), perhaps?"