<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>Victorian Red Room<br/><strong>When: </strong>Around seven-thirty in the evening, Friday<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Artemis and Lux<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed--PM to join<br/><hr/>Apollo ignored her, coming to stand directly behind the kneeling brunette.  He wrapped his hand around her pretty petite throat, squeezing slightly, then moved it up, smoothing his palm over the crest of her chin.  He forced his index finger into her mouth, giving her something to suck on, perhaps, while he spoke to his sister.<br/><br/>"Doulé," he murmured to himself.<em>Doulé, Doulé</em>...which one was she again?  There had been so many toys, and so many of them had been broken, or hadn't the stomach for how rough he and his sister liked to play.  Doulé...was that the lady-boy, the transsexual?  No; he had a fleeting image of skin like dark chocolate, of thick, full lips, and large, dark eyes...a shame, he had been quite looking forward to playing with that one.<br/><br/>His sister surprised him when she removed her mask so quickly.  There must be something special in this one, he thought, something different that Lee saw.  Usually she was not taken to trusting a toy so easily, to reveal herself so speedily.  The Mouse responded by following suit, perhaps taking a bit of liberty in removing her own mask as well.  A bit presumptuous, he thought, but he was not inclined to punish her for it.   It was obvious that the Mouse had a bit of fire in her, and Apollo was intrigued.  He wanted to test it, to push the envelope, to see exactly how much fire she had and what she would do if he backed her into a corner.<br/><br/>"On your feet, Mouse," he ordered, on a whim.  He withdrew his finger from her mouth, wrapping it once more around her throat and the bottom of her chin.  He pulled in an upwards direction, his grip not so tight that the Mouse would be forced to obey or choke, but nevertheless leaving no doubt whatsoever as to what he wanted her to do.  Once she had risen to her feet,  he put his other hand upon the middle of her spine, his fingers splayed so that he covered a fairly decent cross-section of her back.   Flexing his arm, he shoved her, face down, upon the bed, bending her over the edge of it, her face merely inches away from his sister's foot.  He considered tying the Mouse's wrists together behind her back, but decided against it, leaving her hands free for now.  He wanted to watch what she would do with them.<br/><br/>With his left hand firmly upon her back, pressing down, he shifted his stance, drawing his right hand up the backs of her thighs.  There weren't far enough apart for his liking, and he rudely inserted his knee between them, forcefully nudging them apart.  He kept going, his thumb briefly flirting around the puckered star between her ass cheeks before he reached down and slipped his second and third fingers between her nether lips.  He bent the digits, probing her vagina, penetrating, pushing further.  It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for--or, more precisely, the lack thereof.<br/><br/>"Well, dear sister," he smirked, "it appears our little Mouse has already been broken in."  This wasn't surprising--indeed, it would have been far more surprising to find someone at the Carnival Club who<em>was</em>a virgin--but it was all part of his modus operandi.   If the Mouse couldn't deal with a little humiliation, a little verbal abuse, there was no way she would be able to handle what he had in store for later.   He wiggled his fingers, brushing the insides of her opening.  "Are you a little slut, dear Mouse?" he murmured, leaning down over her to whisper into her ear.  "How many men have you had?  A hundred?  A thousand?  Are you a used-up cum rag, little Mouse?  Are you a walking petri dish of syphilis and gonorrhea?"<br/><br/>He withdrew his fingers, wiping them on her ass.  He reached out for the anal beads, leaning on her for a moment while he gathered them up.  Then he changed position yet again, hunkering down on his knees behind her.  The hand on the Mouse's back relented, relinquishing the pressure, as he changed his grip, putting his hands on the outsides of her thighs instead.  With his thumbs, he spread her ass cheeks, inspecting the tight sphincter of her anus.  "Well, at least there's one hole that hasn't been completely ruined," he said, begrudgingly.  "You better be clean there, little Mouse," he added, warningly.  Hygiene was important in a sextoy--if she did not make sure her holes were clean and ready to be used, he would discard her, disgusted.<br/><br/>Assuming she passed inspection, he leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the puckered star, running around it in a circle.  He needed some kind of lubrication for what he was about to do.  After a few seconds of this, he took one of the small metal spheres on the cord between his thumb and forefinger, and, using his saliva as lube, stuffed it into her anus.  He pushed it in as far as his finger could reach, and then he repeated the gesture with the second bead, and then the third, stuffing them into the Mouse's ass hole until only the loop remained.  This he inserted his finger into, giving it the briefest of tugs, testing it, before glancing up towards his sister to see if there was anything she wanted to add, or if she was merely content to enjoy the show.