Carnival Club ~ Victorian Red Bedroom
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				Title: <strong>Carnival Club ~ Victorian Red Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cynadea</strong> on <strong>16-03-2016, 19:24:20</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Victorian Red Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 21:19:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Victoria Red Room</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Seven in the evening, Friday</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Apollo and Artemis</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><hr><br>**Continued from here. (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246023.msg12246396#msg12246396)<br><br>The adventure to the Victorian Red Room wasn't far, but Lux swore it felt like ages. There was a tension that she felt between the three of them. The sister was so intriguing. A book of mysteries between the two of them, and like a curious cat she wondered what their pets in the past had been like. Why were they so disappointing? <em>Well, they've never had a woman quite like be before,</em> she mulled over in her head, refusing to let the smirk leave her face the entire time. Dark eyes inspecting Artemis' lithe body, before slipping to the contrasting masculine frame of her brother. <br><br>Lux would wait for them to enter, before she would herself. Curiosity watching their actions before she took her own, but tilting her head to the side as she silently watched, listened, and attempted to learn from them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Victorian Red Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>16-04-2016, 22:51:16</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/ApolloMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Apollo, #1216</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> Victorian Red Room<br><strong>When: </strong> Around seven in the evening, Friday<br><strong>Who: </strong> Artemis and Lux<br><strong>Status: </strong> Closed--PM to join<br><hr>"As appealing as that is, little Mouse, I should wait until we get there," he said, in response to her comment about dragging her by leash and collar.&nbsp; Unlike other men, Lex knew how to bide his time, patiently stalking his prey, waiting for the perfect opportune moment to strike.&nbsp; And there was such a thing as dignity, as propriety--even for a playtoy.&nbsp; Apollo's preferred <em>modus operandi</em> was to find out a submissive's weaknesses, what drove her crazy with need and lust, and then use them against her--teasing, teasing, always teasing, but denying the moment of ecstasy until she could not stand it any longer.&nbsp; It was a game, one that he enjoyed playing with his twin.&nbsp; They had grown up honing their skills on each other, and it had become kind of a perennial long-standing contest to see who was the better.<br><br>"My sister will show you where to go," he said, simply, watching as Artemis led the Mouse down the corridor and up the stairs to the Victorian Red Room.<br><br>True to its name, the room was furnished in rich shades of vermilion.&nbsp; The rich shag carpet, the curtains, the covers on the exquisite Victorian bed--all were the same hue.&nbsp; Red was the color of passion and of blood, and before they were done here both would be unleashed tonight.<br><br>"Kneel there," said Apollo, pointing to a vague area of carpet before the foot of the bed, when the Mouse had entered the room.&nbsp; He didn't mind if she snapped off a mouthy response, as long as she complied--truth be told, he liked his playtoys feisty.&nbsp; It made it that much more fun.&nbsp; A submissive who could sass him back was a rare treat, and he certainly had no intention of curing her of this particular idiosyncrasy.&nbsp; If she refused, or hesitated, he would apply a firm grip to the junction of her neck and shoulder and, with all of his physical strength, push her firmly in a downward direction.&nbsp; If he had to do that, however, he would certainly register his displeasure in the form of a frown.&nbsp; A slave could wither him all day with her words, but only so long as she followed his commands.<br><br>Either way, after the Mouse was kneeling, either by her own accord or due to his brute force, he stepped back to admire the new pet.&nbsp; "She is certainly a pretty one, dear sister," he remarked to Artemis.&nbsp; "I want to wipe my dick on her face.&nbsp; Just as I wiped my dick on <em>your</em> face after Toby."&nbsp; He grinned toothily, mischeviously;&nbsp; he never passed up the opportunity to rankle his sister whenever he could, and he loved reminding her of her past defeats.&nbsp; Toby was the name that Apollo had assigned to a slender young man with long hair, that they'd both played with and enjoyed; Apollo, ultimately, had won that one, against all expectation.&nbsp; &nbsp;Apparently Toby had vigorously enjoyed being rutted from behind.<br><br>Still grinning at his twin, he went to one of the room's dressing stands.&nbsp; He pulled a drawer, and began placing the items in the drawer, one by one, on the bed in full view of the Mouse.&nbsp; First, a butt plug, a knobby red bulb attached to a ring; then, a string of metallic anal beads; then, a dildo, a thick purple plastic phallus of exaggerated size.&nbsp; &nbsp;After this, he opened a different drawer, and placed a spanking paddle, a leather flogger, and a small knife that really looked more like a letter opener next to them.&nbsp; "Well, little Mouse," he addressed Lux, "Do you enjoy toys?&nbsp; We have oh, so many toys to use.&nbsp; Which ones shall we use on you first, hrmmm?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Victorian Red Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GnothiSeauton</strong> on <strong>28-04-2016, 04:22:15</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5a/ArtemisMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Artemis, #1215</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Victorian Room - On top of the bed.</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Around seven thirty in the evening, Friday</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Lux and Apollo</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed - Lux and Apollo - PM to Join</em> - Masked Removed<br><hr><br>The Victorian Room had always been one of her favorite little places within the Club House.&nbsp; In some ways, it felt almost akin to a second home, a place she had been within so often, with and without her brother.&nbsp; If the walls could talk, she had mused to herself, always, as she entered the grand, relic room of an opulent antiquity.<br><br>Doors of a dark, rich oak were thrown open as Artemis entered the room.&nbsp; She offered no instruction, no words of her own, to their new little friend that evening.&nbsp; Such interactions were left to her brother, who, from the sound of it, always seemed to revel in such moments.&nbsp; <br><br>Within the confines of the room, behind the closed and locked doors of the infamous, comfortable Victorian Room, Artemis had no need for the mask upon her face.&nbsp; Idly she untied it, dropping it upon a nearby dresser with a soft thud.&nbsp; The muscles in her face flexed and scrunched, enjoying the feel of the mask being removed.&nbsp; It had served it's purpose, as far as she had been concern.&nbsp; Now that they were alone, in private quarters, such a thing was only an unnecessary obtrusion to deal with.<br><br>Wine, she thought to herself, stepping over to a glass decanter containing the dark, scarlet vintage.&nbsp; She had begun to help herself, pouring a little of the grape into her glass as her brother spoke.&nbsp; Lee could not help but to laugh gently at the memory of the boy.&nbsp; “Toby...” She murmured, shaking her head slightly in amusement.&nbsp; The young man who was eager to please.&nbsp; The young man they had conquered together.&nbsp; “Now that was a good little sheep to play with.”<br><br>The memory was vivid in her mind as she sauntered over to the large four post bed.&nbsp; Lifting the long, sheer gown that served as her robe, Lee slowly climbed atop the plush coverings, lounging across the bed as she watched her brother look over the little goodies at their disposal.<br><br>“I would start with the beads.&nbsp; Save Barney for last.” She commented, swirling the contents of her glass in hand.&nbsp; “We don't want a repeat of dear little Doule'...&nbsp; I can still remember how she tapped out just before the fun began.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Victorian Red Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>06-05-2016, 20:09:47</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/93/LuxLace.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>Lux, #4687</em></span></span><br><strong>Where: </strong> <em>Victoria Red Room</em><br><strong>When: </strong> <em>Seven in the evening, Friday</em><br><strong>Who: </strong> <em>Apollo and Artemis</em><br><strong>Status: </strong> <em>Closed</em><br><hr><br>Lux bit her bottom lip as Apollo used his large hand to point exactly where he wanted her to kneel. She had agreed to be a pleasured little play thing for them, and she would most definitely try to the most of her abilities. "Alright, I'll play your little name Mister Wolf," she tossed a smirk to Apollo as she found the exact spot that he pointed to on the floor. But she couldn't help herself. Her bare toes wiggled into the fibers of the shag carpet, and she pointed to what she approximately thought was the spot he was pointing too. "You want me right here... Or right..." she then slipped her almost bare sex, her knees slowly spreading as she began to kneel on the ground. Her hand met the front of her sex, as she just used it as a simple ploy to get the brother and sister to notice how the light caught on her folds and glistened as her knees hit the floor with a light <em>thud</em>, "...or here?" she continued with a devious smirk.<br><br>But her hands would quickly leave her sex, and she would watch the two mull over who they could possibly do to her. What they expected out of her? Their words danced on their tongues, and it only made Lux's tight inner walls clench around themselves.<br><br>Lux's eyes lingered on Artemis' face as her hands grasped her own mask, separating it from her beautiful features. She bit her bottom lip. The woman had a body to marvel. Breasts that looked natural and perfectly cupped in her hand, but her face was where the true beauty was. The sharp cheekbones and the confident eyes. "I hope you don't mind," she said wrapping her hands to her own light brunette hair. Untying her mask as she dropped the metal piece of art away from her face. Revealing her sharp features of her face, the smooth bridge of her nose, and the way her eyes always looked like she was up to absolutely no good. "Are you going to punish me for revealing too much of myself," she dared. Dropping her mask beside her on the plush carpet. <br><br>Apollo opened the box of toys, and Lux's face lit up as if he had just revealed a large chest of gold. Her tongue swelled in her mouth, and her eyes lingered on a pair of anal beads that were even in her favorite color. She wanted to reach out and touch one of the toys, and she wanted to voice her opinion of what she thought was best. Except Artemis was quick to the draw. The woman answered with the beads before Barney, and Lux slipped her chin over her shoulder. "I like the way you think, Artemis," she added with a quick wink. <br><br>Then Lux realized she had one man in front of her, and the second piece of the sibling special behind her. Positioned so perfectly, that she could feel the sexual affection between the two. Lux leeched on to it, and felt her heart pumping in her chest. Her tongue lapped across her bottom lip, coating it wet with her spittle, as she said, "While you have me on my knees..." she paused. Looking to Artemis sprawled out behind her. Curious as to what her inner thighs would feel like against her tongue, and then to Apollo--wondering if his cock tasted just as rich as his personality was. <br><br>"Is there anything <em>special</em> I could do for the two of you?" her nails reached forward on the carpet, dragging it backward like a playful pet scratching the surface of what fun the night would be. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Carnival Club ~ Victorian Red Bedroom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Remiel</strong> on <strong>16-05-2016, 00:01:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f5/ApolloMask.jpg)</div><span style="font-family: comic sans ms;" class="bbc_font"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><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.&nbsp; He wrapped his hand around her pretty petite throat, squeezing slightly, then moved it up, smoothing his palm over the crest of her chin.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; <em>Doulé, Doulé</em>...which one was she again?&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Doulé...was that the lady-boy, the transsexual?&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; There must be something special in this one, he thought, something different that Lee saw.&nbsp; Usually she was not taken to trusting a toy so easily, to reveal herself so speedily.&nbsp; The Mouse responded by following suit, perhaps taking a bit of liberty in removing her own mask as well.&nbsp; A bit presumptuous, he thought, but he was not inclined to punish her for it.&nbsp; &nbsp;It was obvious that the Mouse had a bit of fire in her, and Apollo was intrigued.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He withdrew his finger from her mouth, wrapping it once more around her throat and the bottom of her chin.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Once she had risen to her feet,&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; &nbsp;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.&nbsp; He considered tying the Mouse's wrists together behind her back, but decided against it, leaving her hands free for now.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; There weren't far enough apart for his liking, and he rudely inserted his knee between them, forcefully nudging them apart.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He bent the digits, probing her vagina, penetrating, pushing further.&nbsp; 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."&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; &nbsp;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.&nbsp; &nbsp;He wiggled his fingers, brushing the insides of her opening.&nbsp; "Are you a little slut, dear Mouse?" he murmured, leaning down over her to whisper into her ear.&nbsp; "How many men have you had?&nbsp; A hundred?&nbsp; A thousand?&nbsp; Are you a used-up cum rag, little Mouse?&nbsp; Are you a walking petri dish of syphilis and gonorrhea?"<br><br>He withdrew his fingers, wiping them on her ass.&nbsp; He reached out for the anal beads, leaning on her for a moment while he gathered them up.&nbsp; Then he changed position yet again, hunkering down on his knees behind her.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; With his thumbs, he spread her ass cheeks, inspecting the tight sphincter of her anus.&nbsp; "Well, at least there's one hole that hasn't been completely ruined," he said, begrudgingly.&nbsp; "You better be clean there, little Mouse," he added, warningly.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Assuming she passed inspection, he leaned forward, flicking his tongue against the puckered star, running around it in a circle.&nbsp; He needed some kind of lubrication for what he was about to do.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.
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