Beatrice walked slowly across the massive theatre. She turned down a hall and then entered a small sleeping accommodation. She looked around and noticed her father had changed nothing. She saw her puerility played out on her walls. fountainhead, a little of her childhood, the part where her Mom was here, and she was felicitous, the rest of her short life was misery and preparation. She knelt and then sat in the middle of the floor, her legs crossed and her subdivision resting on her knees. She took a deep breathing space and started to focus on the wrath, the damage, the sadness. She felt the top executive commencement to simmer again deeply within her Young body.

Frankie drove down the street and checked out the speech. This was the street, he wondered what he would happen at her sign. He was so hoping he would not find this Cy Young young woman in a dumpster somewhere. He noticed the number getting close and then he saw the sign of the zodiac. He pulled into the empty private road and stopped on the slope of the family in front of the garage. He climbed out and noticed there was a deck of some variety in the back. He opened the wooden gate and stepped into the K. He saw a pool and a deck that attached to the home. It was covered and very gracious. He also noticed a sliding door on the deck of cards leading into the house.

Frankie walked across the deck and tried to give the room access. It was locked. He looked down and then pulled out a small piece of metallic element from his sac. The curl clicked, and he slid the door outdoors. He walked into the kitchen and looked around. The livelihood way was connected, and he stepped forward. His meat skipped when he saw the physical structure. It was small and shoved halfway under the lounge. He moved closer, praying he would see apparent movement. The daughter was minuscule but her smooth consistence was covered in blackamoor writing. Words that were coarse and names. He also noticed bruises and swing across the binding of her legs. He reached tentatively under the couch and felt for her neck. His fingers found the side of her pharynx and he was relieved to feel a pulsation. It was solid and firm. Well, she was a tough slight thing.

He lifted the couch and pulled her out gently. Her articulatio humeri were badly bruised, and he noticed the side of her boldness was puffy and bruised. He rolled her onto her back and his intimation caught in his pharynx. He did his job well and sometimes his job involved dealing out penalization, so he had seen many people that were beaten and bruised. This, however, was so wrong it broke his heart. This was a child and her body looked put down. Her brass was a mess. Her bequeath eye was swollen shut and her right wing was not much better but looked like it could maybe open up. Her breasts were red and bruised and she had marks across her venter. He felt the anger growing in him and he reached out to move a lock of her hair off of her face.

He jumped as she flinched. He looked as her justly eye opened slowly. Her lips were cut and swollen but they started moving. He heard a lowly voice and he leaned in closer.

"Please, no more."He heard her rustling and he felt split gather in his eyes.

"Baby, you can unstrain. You are safe now."He said slowly.

He saw her eye flavor at him and then a small smile appeared across her swollen grimace. She took a deep hint and closed her eye. He grabbed his phone and dialed. The man answered quickly.

"Mr. Joe, I found her. Yes, she was in her house. Yes, she is awake, but she is a mess."Frankie listened to the book of instructions and slue his phone into his pocket.

Frankie looked around the living room and noticed a blanket strewn across the back of the couch. He grabbed it and wrapped it carefully around her. Her body was limp, and her arms hung down as he lifted her and carried her to the car. He placed her gently in the dorsum tooshie. He slid into the driver's stern and grabbed the steering cycle, trying not to kick downstairs it in his powerful hands. He wanted, no, he needed to find who did this. He drove slowly back to the massive house.

Frankie walked through the bombastic door into the parlor. The little girl was still limp, her left arm hanging loosely. He saw Beatrice walking briskly towards him. She stopped and looked at the young young lady's boldness. She touched the bruised left boldness and ran her mild fingers across the swollen human face. The girl flinched and moved back slightly. She noticed the diminished young lady undetermined her right eye and look at her in fear. Beatrice noticed acknowledgement in her eye and the little girl smiled as big as she could. Beatrice lifted the young woman's arm, placing it across her small eubstance. She grabbed the girl's soft bridge player, noticing it was one of the few consistency parts that was not damaged.

"Sweetheart, I am so pitiful, but you are condom now. We have you."Beatrice said and squeezed her hand gently.

"Thank you."She heard the small whisper and the eye closed.

"Frankie, take her to the discipline. The MD is waiting. Thank you for finding her."Beatrice said and looked at the huge man.

"Yes, maam. Would it be ok if……."Frankie started but stopped as Beatrice touched his arm.

"Yes, Frankie, you will be coming with me."She said softly.

"Thank you, girl Beatrice."Frankie said and started to the study.

Beatrice turned and walked back into the berth. Her father was on his laptop and Mandy was sleeping on the couch. Her father looked up as she entered.

"Daddy, I am going to lavish and get dressed. I will need to watch out all of it when I return."She said.

"Yes, beauty, I will have it make. He is at the bar."Joe said.

"Good, does it await like he will be there a while ?"She asked.

"Yes, he just arrived, and they look very comfortable."He said.

"Ok, I will be back shortly. Can you reach out to Uncle St. John the Apostle and bring him up to belt along ?"Beatrice asked as she turned.

"Yes, already done, he will have his guys set, and he said you would have as much time as you need."Joe said.

"Thank you, Daddy."She said and left the room.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her tenacious blonde hair. She grabbed another towel and wrapped it around her body, tucking it in near her full tit. She looked in the mirror and took a oceanic abyss breathing place. Was she ready ? Mister J said she needed more than time, but she had to do back. She would hold to be ready. She closed her eyes and took a abstruse breath.

Joe looked up and caught his breath in his throat as he saw her manner of walking in. She was stunning. Her haircloth was prospicient and draw in around her cushy shoulders. The garb was incredible, black and silky. The top was a deep V, her cleavage gorgeous but not over the top. The apparel landed good above her knees but the cunt on the right field made its way well up her long leg. He noticed the black stockings and the heels. Yes, she was stunning. He thought she looked a lot like her female parent and he smiled.

Beatrice sat in the electric chair near the desk, crossing her long peg. She smoothed the clothes and pulled it to cover the top of her stocking. The dress was perfect tense, it would do its job. Men like Tony are so simple when it comes to this part. She smiled and looked at her Dad.

"Daddy, can you start from the offset ?"She asked.

"Yes, sweetheart, we have footage of the Christmas party, the bachelor company, and the incident at the bar."He said as he typed.

"Christmas party ?"She asked.

"Yes, he had a Christmas company at his mansion and Mandy reported that Tony did something to the mother. She was not sure, and we don't have surveillance in the chamber. We were not certain of the Mom's involvement, we think there is a long chronicle between her and Tony."He said, and the screen came to life.

"Is that why he chose Cassie ?"Beatrice asked as she watched Mandy serving drinking at the Christmas party and Cassie drinking some kind of pink drink.

"We think so, he knew about her and we think he just decided to act one day. He went on a service call to her business firm, which he hadn't done in years."Joe said.

Beatrice watched the scene spread out as Tony worked the room and then blab to Cassie's family and then introduce her to a group of men. There was zip sinister here as far as she could tell.

"dad, do we know if anything happened during the Christmas company ?"Beatrice asked.

"Well, we do not have footage, but we do know that the vauntingly black man talking to Tony there is Nate Bertrand. He owns a chain of hotels and was in talks with Tony for a large contract. He signed it the day after the party."Joe said.

"That is not anything out of the ordinary."Beatrice said and turned to her father.

"Well, no, but we know that Acacia farnesiana stayed at Tony's overnight as we saw her there early in the morning. We saw quite a bit too soon in the daybreak as we do have surveillance in the kitchen."Joe said and hit a few keys.

Beatrice saw the kitchen and then saw Cassie walk of life into the kitchen with the large black man. She was wearing a short red silky robe. Tony was sitting at the board. She saw Tony scope behind Cassie and slide his hand under her gown. mimosa bush got them all coffee and then went back in the kitchen and made breakfast. Beatrice saw Tony hug Cassie and then slap her butt. This did not see the same as what she saw earlier. Then she saw Cassie stand and Tony slide her gown off her consistency. Her body was incredible, fluid, firm and not showing any signs of abuse.

Beatrice then saw Cassie kneel between Bertrand's branch and bury one of the braggart black cocks she had ever seen. She saw him unload into her mouthpiece and then Tony laid her on the table. Both men proceeded to comprehend her small body with osculation and mitt and Beatrice watched Cassie orgasm on the kitchen table. She then saw both men fuck the blonde 16 twelvemonth old hard on the table. Cassie looked like she slept for a fiddling and then Tony led her upstairs.

"Daddy, is that all there is ?"She asked.

"Yes, baby, that is all we have from the Yule company. Next would be the bachelor party."He said.

"Ok, start that one from the beginning."She said and turned to the screen.

I woke up on a bed. The first thing I noticed was that I was in a beautiful way. The walls were exquisite, and the piece of furniture looked like it belonged in a museum. The side by side thing I noticed is that my body was incredibly sore. I looked around and saw a man in a white coat standing across the way working on something. I tried to babble but my pharynx was so sore all that came out was a unknown sound.

"wellspring, looking at who's awake ?"The man in the whiteness coat said and walked over to me.

I looked at him, but I noticed I could not see as a good deal as I normally do. I tried to grow my head word and then I really couldn't see.

"It's ok, your left eye and cheek are bandaged. They will be fine in prison term but for now you are a pirate."He said and smiled.

I tried to laugh but my breadbasket hurt so much I coughed instead.

"sister, I am so sorry. I should suffer not made you laugh. My bad."He said.

I concentrated and found I was able to whisper.

"Where am I ?"I whispered.

"You are in the home of Joe Winthrop."He said.

"Tony ?"I said softly and looked around.

"No, he is not here. You are safe now."The man said, grabbing my hand.

I took a deeply breath and looked at him.

"You will be very sore for a span of days, but you will be fine. You have no rugged bone and you will heal completely."He said, squeezing my hand.

I just looked at him.

"Oh, and we got rid of the lexicon that was all over you."He said and smiled.

I thought for a minute and then I remembered all the intelligence that were all over my physical structure. I looked back at him.

"Thank you."I said softly.

"Not a job, sweetheart. You need to rest now."He said and put my handwriting on the blanket over my chest.

I thought I remembered something and then I saw her face looking down at me. Her light-haired hair hanging across her fairly face, her middle worried but strong. I remember her talking to me and I remembered feeling like I would be ok. I looked back at the man.

"Beatrice ?"I whispered.

"Yes, she is here. You can see her later, you need to rest."He said.

I felt a little fear, she was here, I needed to be with her before something else happened. I looked at the door, expecting to see Tony and his guy rope walking in and clobbering the nice man in the albumen coat. I started to panic and started to sit up.

"Relax, you need to rest."The man said and grabbed my arms.

"No, Beatrice, now."I said and looked at him, I could finger myself getting stiff with the anger and fear.

He shook his head slowly and helped me off the bed. My bare pes hit the soft story and then I tried to stand. My stage were wobbly and felt weak. I started to cry and sat back down. I looked up at the man as the tears ran down my cheeks.

"Help me."I said softly.

His eyes looked glassy, but he wrapped his arm around me and lifted me to my feet.

"collapse it a minute, get used to standing."He said calmly.

I felt my ramification start to loosen and stop wobbling. I took a deep breath and stood up straight. My stomach ached terribly as did my shoulders. I took a small step and felt ok. He walked with me as we made our way out of the room and down the hall. I was walking in effect and now just holding his arm for support.

"One to a greater extent corner."He said and guided me to the right.

I saw a immense parlor and then a large oak door. He led me to the door and pulled it undecided. I heard what sounded like a movie and then my heart felt happy. Beatrice was sitting in a chair and she was beautiful. She looked like a blonde goddess dressed in inkiness. She looked at me and smiled. She stood up slowly and walked over to me. She took my hands and looked me in the eyes, well, the one I could open.

"Sweetheart, you should be resting."Beatrice said softly.

"Sorry, but I wanted to be in here with you. I need to warn you."I said, my voice cracking.

She smiled sweetly and squeezed my hands.

"infant girl, you are something else. I am assuming you are talking about Tony and his crew. I am well aware of what he has done."Beatrice said, and I saw her eyes darken as she finished the statement.

I nodded and then looked over to the couch. Mandy was standing there and holding her arms out to me. I looked back at Beatrice and she motioned to the couch. I turned and stepped into Mandy's weaponry. Her embrace was warm and felt like a cover around my sore body.

"Can I stay in here with you guy wire ?"I whispered.

"Yes, baby, you can sit here with me."Mandy said and sat down, pulling me onto the redact adjacent to her.

She put her arm around me and I snuggled up next to her, feeling safe for the for the first time prison term in a long while. Beatrice sat back down and then I looked up at the screen. It was footage from the bar. I saw myself on my back on a table. A man was fucking me, holding onto my thighs. Another man was standing next to me and he hit me across the venter with a kitty cue. I must sustain been out of it as I didn't react. I felt myself flinch a little and Mandy held me tighter.

Beatrice was watching intently as the men in the bar fucked me for another 20 minutes. I noticed they flipped me over onto my stomach and a few of them fucked me from behind. I could not differentiate if they were in my ass until of them pulled back and then it was obvious. I saw the cum flowing out of my target and down my legs. I heard a loud shot and then a man appeared on the screen with a fall apart cue stick.

The man behind me laughed and grabbed the broken stick. It was the thick end and it was splintered at the faulting, the piece looked to be a couple of feet long. I watched through my one eye as the man took the cue spliff and pushed it into my tush. It slid in easily and he stepped back and slapped the man next to him in the spine as they laughed. I watched them walk away, the cue joystick embedded deep in my butt.

The projection screen went dark and I heard Beatrice take a deep breath. We all watched her stand slowly and smooth out her pretty attire. She looked like an Angel to me, her blonde hair cascading over her articulatio humeri made her look like she was glowing. She looked at the man in the wheelchair.

"pa, I will be going now. Frankie will be coming with me. please let Uncle Saint John know we are on the way. No one leaves until we get there."Beatrice spoke, her interpreter calm and strong.

"Yes, sister, I will let him know."Joe said.

I looked at Beatrice and then at the man in the wheelchair who was obviously her founder. Beatrice turned and walked toward the door.

"Be careful honey."Joe said.

"Always daddy."Beatrice said as she walked out without turning around.

I looked up at Mandy.

"What is happening ?"I asked.

"B is going to take care of the situation."Mandy said.

"I don't understand, she will get hurt."I said, and I felt my heart start to race.

Mandy chuckled and looked over at Joe. She looked back at me with a smile on her face.

"She will be hunky-dory sweetheart. Beatrice is a lot more than you have seen."Mandy said.

I looked over at the man and he smiled but it did not seem like a convinced smile. He looked more like a very pertain father.

Beatrice looked over at Frankie, he was driving the speed limit, but his arm were rippling, and his neck looked red.

"Frankie, are you all right ?"Beatrice said.

"Yes, Miss B, I am fine."Frankie said through clenched teeth.

"Frankie, I need you to be calm for me."Beatrice said.

Frankie turned his head word to her and Beatrice saw his centre were glassy.

"Miss B, she is a child and these…animals beat her to a pulp magazine. That is wrong on so many level. I am struggling to understand how people could do something like that."Frankie said, his representative cracking.

Beatrice touched Frankie's massive forearm and he felt a small surge of warmth flow through his arm and to his chest. He took a deep breath. He looked over at Beatrice and her burnished gamey eyes sparkled in her pretty cheek. He felt himself calming down.

"Thank you, Miss B."Frankie said.

"You are welcome Frankie. You will suffer your import, although Tony is mine. The foreman at the bar will take some aid, I am sure you will be able to make yourself finger better."Beatrice said, her mitt still on his forearm.

"Thank you again, miss Beatrice."Frankie said.

Frankie pulled the car over to the curb in movement of the bar, noticing immediately the two boastfully black men standing on either incline of the room access to the bar. He walked around the car and opened the threshold. Beatrice turned and placed her foot on the ground, her wearing apparel opening slightly. She felt the oculus of the boastfully chucker-out fixate on her thighs as she slid out of the car. She smiled at them as she stood slowly. She took Frankie's arm and started to take the air to the door. She looked up at the man on the right. He reached out and opened the door.

"Thank you very much, sweetheart."Beatrice said, and looked into his eyes.

They walked through the threshold into the crowded bar. Beatrice stood out like a spotlight among the typical bar patrons and the crowd parted to let the brace move through. She felt eye on her as she walked confidently through the crowd. They approached the peanut black door at the back of the bar. There was another with child man standing in front man of the doorway. He looked at Frankie and then down at Beatrice.

"hullo sir, we have a get together with Tony. If you would be so variety to let him know we are here."Beatrice said in a sweet voice.

The man disappeared through the door. Beatrice turned and looked out at the bar. It was a distinctive bunch, a few pretty young woman but a lot of sad-looking guys and about of them were staring at her.

"Nice crowd."Beatrice said.

"Yeah, they look like they have seen better days."Frankie said under his breath.

Beatrice chuckled.

"Frankie, be nice."She said and chuckled again.

They turned as the room access opened and the gravid man held it open for them. They walked through into a bombastic room. She recognized it immediately as she looked around. It was relatively glum, but her eyes adjusted quickly. She scanned the gang, almost all bozo, most impaired but she saw a few bright eyes looking back at her. The skinny one in the red shirt was carrying, she noted as they walked slowly to the bar.

She saw Tony sitting towards the right side of the room at a mesa with two other men. They continued to walk slowly, Beatrice scanning the crowd as she moved with Frankie by her side.

I looked at the projection screen and saw Beatrice base on balls into the bar where I was attacked. My breath caught in my chest and I looked at Mandy. Mandy was watching the screen door closely as was Joe.

"Oh no, this is not good."I said.

"It's ok honey."Mandy said and squeezed my hand.

"Joe, she will be ok, right ?"Mandy said, her vocalization hopeful.

"Yes, so far, so in effect. The kid in the red shirt is carrying and she picked it up right away. near of these cat are tope. There are a few that could be hassle, but she is picking them out."Joe said, his center never leaving the screen.

I looked back at the silver screen and all I saw was Frankie and Beatrice walking up to the bar. She slipped up on a bar stool as did Frankie next to her. to the highest degree of her leg was exposed as she sat, I noticed plenty of cat turn and look and I felt the awe grow.

Beatrice sat on the bar stool and turned to Frankie.

"I will need you to stay here as I go and talk to Tony. There is a large shotgun behind the bar, I need you to make trusted he doesn't get to use it."She said softly, leaning towards Frankie.

Frankie nodded and looked at the bartender and caught his eye. He started over, he was balding but looked very powerful. This could be fun. The bartender stopped in straw man and looked at Frankie.

"What'll it be ?"He said, ignoring the young blonde.

"2 Maker's target on the rocks, please."Beatrice said.

The bartender turned to look at the cute youth blonde who just walked in with a huge smuggled man. Such a shame, he thought.

"Well, the piffling Lady knows her bourbon."The bartender said and reached for two highball glasses.

He dropped three ice third power in each Methedrine and poured the browned liquid halfway up each. He skid the drinks to the blonde and her black man.

"Thank you, sir."The blonde said, and he thought she looked a fiddling different than the regular trim that hung out around here.

Beatrice watched the slimy bartender walk away and turned again to Frankie.

"I am going to babble to Tony now. You join me after you deal with him."Beatrice whispered in his ear as she stood future to him.

"Yes, miss Beatrice, be careful."Frankie said and looked int her eyes.

"Always Frankie."She said and walked away.

The men in the bar were mesmerized by the hot youthful blonde that was walking slowly through them. Her knocker were unbelievable, pushing the black slinky clothes out in the movement. The ass was courteous too but those legs, the black stockings peeked out occasionally as the slit opened, adding to the parcel. Her black heels screamed"piece of ass me"as she made her way through the crowd.

Beatrice felt the middle and heard the petroleum commentary. She noticed the skinny kid in the red shirt slide closer to Tony's mesa. She noticed no one else that was dangerous. Most of them were drunkard. She walked up to Tony's table.

I was terrified as I watched Beatrice walk through the crowd alone. The men were bombastic and scary and I actually recognized a few of them from the nighttime I was gang-raped in that very room. I squeezed Amanda's hand and I felt her hug me tighter. Beatrice approached Tony's mesa. I noticed there was a puddle table very near, the Lapplander pool board I just watched myself get fucked on for about 30 bit and then a cue spliff shoved in my ass. She walked up to the tabular array and I saw Tony see up at her.

"Beatrice, it is so squeamish to see you and you look lovely."Tony said and stood up.

Tony reached out and took her lowly hand in his. He shook it gently and then led her to a chair which he pulled out with his other script. Beatrice sat, crossing her longsighted legs slowly. She felt Tony's eyes locked on her legs. She looked up at him and smiled. Tony sat down and started to acquaint the two men at the table.

"Beatrice, this is Joe, he is my foreman and my right-hand man."Tony said.

Beatrice smiled at the man as she noticed the gibbosity under his shirt, shoulder holster, left shoulder, right-handed. The man smiled back at her, but all Beatrice could see was the animal that punched Cassie repeatedly while he gave her to his whole work party all night long. She felt the power surge within her, her brawniness and bear in mind feeding off the anger.

"Beatrice, this is jemmy. He works in our front office."Tony said and motioned to the other man at the table.

Beatrice looked at this man and saw effeminacy. He was with child as most of the guys in here, but he was not a problem for her at all. In fact, she figured he wouldn't even get out of his chair. She smiled at him and then looked back to Tony.

"So, Beatrice, what brings you in here looking so toothsome tonight ?"Tony said.

Beatrice saw it in his eye, the lust, she could almost see inside his head. He was thinking of bending her over the table and drilling her from behind. She saw him swallow and knew she was right, she could almost discover his cock hardening. This was getting prosperous and prosperous. She placed her glass on the table.

"Well, Tony, I have a friend who is in a little bit of trouble and I was hoping you would be able to disgorge some light on her situation."Beatrice said sweetly.

"Certainly honey, I would be happy to help. Who is your friend ?"Tony said.

"She is a local high-pitched school student. Her name is Cassie."Beatrice said, looking Tony straightaway in the eyes.

Beatrice saw Tony flinch and she watched his face turn slightly, the pleasantness all but gone.

"Yes, she has done a little work for me lately. What is going on ?"Tony said.

"Yes, I am aware she was at your Christmas party, but I was really interested in what happened at the knight bachelor party and then a couple of nights ago right here in this bar."She said, looking him right in the eyes.

"Beatrice, I have to allow in those two event got a lilliputian out of bridge player, but she was fine when I last saw her."Tony said.

"Yes, when she left here she was amercement and dandy."The man with the shoulder holster said with a chuckle.

Beatrice turned to him and she saw him put the broken cue stick on the mesa, rolling it slowly under his mightily hand. She saw the broken end and saw the image of sweet wattle lying on the pool board with that exact spliff embedded in her young body.

"Really ? So I saw her just recently and she did not look fine and dandy."Beatrice said to the man and then turned to Tony.

"I really don't know what could have happened to her honey, is she alright ?"Tony said, adding business organization in his voice.

Beatrice looked at him, he was good. The animal was looking right at her and lying through his dentition, all the while with a smile on his face. She took a deep breath and focused the energy.

"wellspring, I am wondering if possibly she could consume gotten abused over there on that tabular array by a few of these guys and actually with that exact stick."Beatrice said.

"Beatrice, are you accusing my crowd of a crime ?"Tony said, his chest rising.

"Yeah, be careful picayune girl. You are a tasty little matter and I would detest for anything to hap to you."The man said, lifting the broken stick.

"Yes, Tony, I guess I am. Do you deny that she was hurt here ?"Beatrice said calmly.

Tony looked her straight in the eyes and smiled.

"Yes, I am denying that she was hurt here."He said, and she heard the man with the joystick chuckle.

Beatrice took a recondite breathing space. She glanced at the man, he smiled a puckish grin. She looked at Tony and he was poised to stand.

"Ok then, no Sir Thomas More talking."Beatrice said.

As the cobbler's last word left her oral fissure her bequeath hand shot out and bury itself into Tony's throat. She felt the windpipe crush beneath her fingers and the cracked mouthwash strait as he crumbled. The other man started to stand as Beatrice ripped the peg from his hand and buried it into his right shoulder. The blood splattered over the board and her. He screamed and grabbed the spliff. She grabbed her glass and turned quickly, firing the crank towards the crowd. The skinny kid in the red shirt saw it about a instant before it struck him in the os frontale, a sickening crunch and then he fell to the floor.

Beatrice grabbed Tony by the hair and pulled him to his articulatio genus. She was behind him and whispered in his ear.

"Tony, you have gone too far. The miss was a child and you hurt her terrible."She whispered.

Tony struggled but could not speak, fighting to get air into his lungs.

"But Tony, do you know the real intellect I am here ?"She said to him.

Tony looked up at her, shaking his head no. Beatrice smiled and put her custody on the side of his read/write head, almost looking like a caress. She looked at the crowd that was gathering. She spoke slowly but loudly enough for all to hear.

"There is only one Rose."She said and twisted her hands.

The gang gasped as Tony's fountainhead spun around, the crackling of cervix ivory echoing through the bar. She released him, and he fell grimace first on the concrete story. Beatrice stepped around the body and looked at the crowd. She opened her arms, the blood spattered on her branch, face, and chest.

"Anybody ?"She said.

"Fucking bitch, I will obliterate you."A declamatory, bearded man lunged forward at her.

He threw a huge right fist at her and she dropped slightly, grabbing his right wrist with her left hand, and twisting. She drove her right-hand fist into his human elbow from below and it bent the wrong way. The man screamed and fell to the basis. She stood over him and buried her right heel deep into his crotch. He gurgled and collapsed into a small ball.

She turned as another man rushed at her, both implements of war out. She fell to her stifle and fired her decent fist into his tummy. She felt the air get out his body and he fell to his knees. She grabbed him by the hair and pulled his header down as she drove her right knee up. The speech sound of bone snap echoed through the room. The man fell backwards, his face gushing blood.

She looked at the way. No one was moving. She looked at the table and saw Frankie standing future to the man with the stick in his bureau, his large paw on the man's shoulder. Frankie was holding a expectant scattergun. She smiled and nodded.

I realized I was staring at the silver screen with my mouth hanging opened. I looked at Amanda and she was doing the same. I looked at Mr. Joe and he was leaning back in his chairperson with a big smile on his brass. She heard him whisper.

"That a girl."The man in the wheelchair said under his breath.

I looked back at the screen door and saw Frankie holding the social movement of the man's shirt with his left hand while his right hand repeatedly struck the man in the face. I noticed his left eye was getting pummeled and his fount was starting to bruise. Beatrice was talking to a man in a uniform. I noticed there were a lot of men in uniforms, why had I not noticed them before ? The crowd was thinning as men were being led out in handcuffs.

"Amanda, what just happened ?"I said.

Amanda looked back at me with a big grin on her face.

"The overlord returned."She said softly and hugged me.

Epilogue

Haylie was staring at me like a lost puppy from across the limousine. I laughed at her.

"Relax, silly."I said and reached for her hand.

"flame tree, this is crazy, this car, all of this. What is this ?"My friend said.

"fountainhead, this is my admirer Beatrice, and this is her car. That man driving is my friend Frankie and you and I are going for a makeover."I said and giggled.

Haylie looked around and Beatrice smiled at her. I noticed she relaxed, Beatrice has a way of doing that. The rattling car traveled a few more sea mile and stopped. I looked out and saw the familiar shop. Frankie opened the room access, held out his hand, I grabbed it and I scooted out. I hugged him again, I do that a lot now. He wrapped his big arm around me and it felt great.

Haylie got out and Beatrice led us to the door. She opened it and we all went inside. I recognized the store, but not the girl at the front desk. She smiled at us and got up immediately, scampering to the back of the store. I heard a shrill sidesplitter and then saw French Republic flying to the presence. The little man stopped in front of Beatrice, his helping hand wringing over his chest, looking terrified.

"hello, Frances."Beatrice said sweetly.

"Hello, Miss Beatrice. How may I be of service ?"France said, his voice cracking.

Beatrice reached out and took his hands in hers. She looked at him and he relaxed.

"Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault, you will be fine. I trust you and I think we understand each other, right ?"Beatrice said.

"Thank you, girl Beatrice, yes, I understand completely. We will run the shop exactly as you wish."Frances said.

"Excellent, now you remember Cassie, right ?"Beatrice said, turning as she nodded at me.

"Oh absolutely, how could one block such a prefect creature."Anatole France said and squealed.

Beatrice laughed.

"This is her Friend Haylie, they are here for the works."Beatrice said.

France moved quickly to Haylie, grabbing her retentive dark-brown tomentum and running his digit through it. She looked flighty but I smiled at her and she relaxed a little.

"My Holy Writ, Miss cassie, you have protagonist that are as lovely as you. She is precious."France said as he ran his soft fingers across her cheek.

"Ok, Frances, they are yours for the afternoon. I will be back to get them at 6:00, we have a dinner booking at 6:30 and the theatre afterwards."Beatrice said and I saw Haylie gasp.

I giggled as Anatole France took my hand and drug Haylie and I to the back.

"Yes, girl Beatrice, they will be ready."He said over his shoulder.

I looked back and saw Beatrice and Frankie standing there, smiling. I felt my heart warm as French Republic pulled us through the doors.

My sundress hit the story about a hour later, my panty close behind. Frances squealed again as he looked at me.

"paragon, you are a goddess, confection Cassie."He said as one of his fille wrapped a slick robe around me.

I heard Haylie pant and I looked as she was trying to cover her little boobs as her panties fell around her ankles. Jacques Anatole Francois Thibault took her deal and looked at her, her boobs small but firm, her pussy covered in a slender coating of gloomy hair.

"looker, do not ever be ashamed of this trunk, you are incredible and absolutely gorgeous."French Republic said as he lifted her hands.

Haylie relaxed, and a robe ended up around her as well. France turned and screamed.

"Ladies, chop, chopper, we have work to do. We have three hours and these girls are getting the works."He said, and four ma'am appeared out of nowhere.

Haylie looked at me with a nervous smile. I smiled back at her.

"You're gon na love this."I said .