I still remember the look in that bitch 's face.. Her emerald centre and blonde curls. She thought she was on top of the world, knowing I 'd been following my husband around. He 'd been cheating for a while, and that I knew, but my advantageously friend Cassandra ? How presume she.. and for her to sleep together ? To establish me the look that she knew I was watching, and she knew she was winning.. It haunted me. I could almost feel the tinge she placed on his skin in the old hotel room ... That was it. I could n't fend by anymore ...

It took a moment to shake me out of my retentiveness as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his look, strong jaw lining up to rugged facial haircloth marred here and there with small scars, conveniently shaped like where a charwoman 's nail may have grazed in battle. He definitely looked the part, blue eyes set evenly on his features, bushed eyebrow and cut brim. His shoulder joint were broad and squared off as he spoke again.

'' Did you discover me ? '' he said.

'' No, sorry my intellect was elsewhere. What were you asking ? '' I clarified, stirring the lettuce about in my coffee. He had n't ordered anything to booze despite my offer, what a ... businessman.

'' I asked what you wanted done to her. If there were any specifics to your asking on her ... date with me. ``

The codewords were cute. Date in this display case meant Cassandra 's kidnapping. Requests ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I desire ? early than her being sent away where I no longer had to see her wicked-witch eyes ever again, and she 'd no longer be on my scruples ?

'' I wish to be there before you take her away. I want to be the one to have the word of where she will be going for the eternal sleep of her life.. '' As a server came by to check on us, once Thomas More my 'date'declined anything and so did I. The waiter simply bowed and headed to other mesa among the cafe. The strait of cars passing distracted my thoughts again as the warm up sun moved over my hide. We were outside, as to not be heard or bothered much.

'' That can be arranged. `` the small prototype I had given him of Cassandra was put into his pocket after he seemed to almost ... caress it ...

I slid the envelope over to him, which was also pocketed with the photo. I informed him the rest would be given at the pass completion of the job and he waved it off, letting me know rather casually that the women who had money and got this far into the deal, rarely backed out in his business, or they became a escort themselves. He knew my turn, and we parted ways.

Cassandra was rather excited for her date. The man was tall, dark and big. The scratch usually meant the man had interesting fib to tell. She dressed herself in her petty black dress, a common winner when meeting men. She 'd done her makeup all Nice and reasonably and took to the cab to cope with the man at the hotel room he 'd rented. She 'd been talking to him for a few mean solar day, exchanged motion-picture show both naughty and not. He liked all the same affair she did, and they had so much in vernacular. It was like he was made for her. As she arrived at the hotel her green middle widened in surprise. She 'd never been invited to a place this overnice. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tiled flooring and a turbinate stairway in the lobby. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in common velvet bag-boy attire

'' Ah ! Miss Cassandra Green yes ? '' he asked. As she nodded he slipped her the door key. `` Mister Francis Drake is awaiting your arrival. ``

She moved to the elevator and slipped inside, pressing the coordinating floor push button and eagerly bounce. She almost felt unquiet. top floor penthouse ? Oh she was being spoiled tonight ! Maybe she 'd even found ... the one !

As the threshold pinged open she stepped slowly into the sorry room, lit only with a wax light here and there, still not enough to create out anything in the room. Tucking blonde hair behind her ear she moved forward `` Michael ? Mike are you in here ? '' she called softly, hearing the sound of the elevator closing and descending behind her. It was eerie, the quiet that seemed to fill such a orotund space. She almost heard something move behind her and turned sharply, only to be met with that Saami swarthiness. It was strange and unearthed an odd queasiness in the pit of her stomach. That was until her oral fissure was covered by a cloth. She screamed and struggled but within a few moments the small-scale blonde had fallen limp in her assaulter arms.

It did n't learn long for Michael to tie her to the St Roy Chapman Andrews hybridizing. When Cassandra 's optic fluttered exposed she could see Michael 's vauntingly word form setting up what appeared to be a camera, focusing it on her form. It seemed about that Lapplander time she realized her state of affairs and started to tug upon her manacle that were tightly fitted around each radiocarpal joint and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

'' Good first light sleeping beauty '' his husky voice spoke, seemingly taunting in its tonicity. It was followed by a chuckle as Cassandra screamed into the ball-gag.

With the room lit she could finally see ... the whole penthouse was adorned in torture equipment of varied character and sizes. Cages lined one wall with two girls rather unconscious within two of them. They were stripped to cipher ... and with child bruises and baseball swing decorated their flesh.

Michael moved to remove the ballgag `` I 'm going to be recording, so ca-ca sure you scream squeamish and pretty for me sister, yeah ? ``

'' You lied to me ! You said this was a date ! ``

'' Oh this is a appointment. A date arranged by Mrs Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when pretty girls'middle dilate like that.. the fear fills them and they always show dead on target gloss. You see ... Most women like you, the ones who encourage highschool ranking men of beau monde into their bed ... you all have one matter in park ... `` He smirked `` You 're all sluts. You think high-dollar dick is how you 'll forfend anything bad happening. You can twist their chest haircloth and say them that if they tell anyone you 'll strip them for all they 're worth.. But sweetheart '' his strong hand grasped Cassandra 's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. `` I 've got zero to lose. I get paid well to put pretty footling Barbie 's like you six invertebrate foot under. You 're prosperous though. Mrs. Bates has a better plan for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for forgiveness Michael moved his turgid variety to press the record clit on the camera. The lilliputian red twinkle blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's torso writhe and conflict. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to align his blue jean. His shirt was removed to show his substantial chest, more scars adorning the flesh stretched across muscles that showed he was capable to lift people with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his great manpower grasped the neck of her garb, a few tear wetting the back of his hands from her crying as he tore open the apparel, splitting the line with a speech sound that to Cassandra was deafening. She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the fabric detached of her signifier. It was discarded without endorse thought as he moved to tangle those buddy-buddy finger in her hair, yanking her nous back as he loomed over her.. his other mitt tore the bra from her form, the strap biting into her skin as they gave way from his pressure. just as the bother faded a new pain was found as he pinched her mammilla between his fingers, pulling up harshly and twisting. She called out in nuisance, her back shifting as he handled her so roughly. It seemed to send something through the man, who let go of her and moved back only to sharply backhand her. The stinging wiz left her dizzy, a sonant Alexander Graham Bell sound in her ears.
Her optic opening again and facing Michael as she cried were met by him coming close, and holding her straits in topographic point as he licked blood from her lip. With how stopping point he was Cassandra could feel his dick, hard, pulsing from her pained strait. It made her feel sick, her tummy churning. Her heart raced harshly against her ribcage as her concern of the man grew. What was wrong with him ? ! How could he be so ruttish by her pain ! The sadistic man licked down her cervix only to roughly deal her chest again, twisting and pulling till the hurting had her squirming in home. He pulled back, and landed a rather rough punch to her stomach. The air left her, coughing and sputtering as she tried desperately to take in back oxygen lost.
He brought his hand to her cheeks, holding so tightly her rim twisted and she felt her cutis and his grip mesh to her teeth. His mouth came to hers, crashing against her plush mouth to smear her composition onto her pale cutis. he leaned back to pass over his facial expression clean and jerk of the mark before moving back to bite her lowly lip. She felt an almost blinding pain as the man pierced skin and caused her to run. She felt something move between her legs, his hand yanking her step-in until they were strained against her bod, then gave way. The pitiful woman called in pain, tears streaming down her boldness as he rubbed whatever it was he was holding against her sex. He gathered her hair and pulled her head back painfully as he bit into her neck opening. Her scream made him simper and he moved down her body to ride her boob. He pulled back, her able to see a rather long thick rod in his hand ... the cane was sniffed which twisted her stomach.

'' Looks like its not high clam dick thats the lone thing that gets you wet '' he spoke. At her begging him to close up he laughed and licked the cane. `` Oh no ... you 're here for good. `` he moved closer to her, reaching for something out of her personal credit line of great deal as he brought a black leather comic strip with a silver ring on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to gasp and cough out, using that chance he placed the ring in her sassing forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few dog and motions and the creaking of the woodwind as she felt herself motility. He flipped the hybrid, her headland at level with the genitalia of his jeans. She screamed, and he pressed his cock against her through his drawers. She could feel him pulsate ... and it didnt avail when he brought that cane down onto her pussy. She called out in botheration and she could feel him pulse against her again. A slur of vilification were muffled by that ring and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto voice of her snatch, second joint and trunk. Each harsh hit left red marks burned into her skin, her whole physical structure mixed with botheration. He adjusted his blue jean, his thick, fat cock capable to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more stir by her calls of pain. His thick fellow member dipped into her oral fissure here and there, his strong look making her nose wrinkle as she cried. Of course the gustation and thought of how many people hed fucked made her loathsome. His acuate collision were relentless until she felt him cum, filling her mouth and coating her face in the steamy malodor of him. His lingua moved over her pained pussy and he flipped her back the right way. The blood rushed to where it needed to be, making her rock as dizziness set in.
Her mind was racing as he stuck something into her ass, making her scream out in shock and pain ... It was great than the cane hed had. When did he swop items ? She felt humiliated and coughed on the disgusting taste of his semen. He pressed his hammer into her pussy and her middle widened. `` Tell me you 're a adulteress and I 'll blockade ... '' He growled, pumping his stopcock into her as he removed the annulus gag. She felt full between him and the toy in her ass, hurting ripping her nerves.
'' Please kibosh ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a slattern please ! ``
'' What are you ? ``
'' I 'M A slattern '' she screamed.

He grinned as he fucked her a bit longer, before pulling out and leaving the toy inside of her, smearing his cock on her thigh before stepping back. She could pick up the speech sound of the lift ding open as Michael shut the recording off. Andrea stepped forward ...

I could n't help the smirk on my face, seeing her there with a dildo in her ass, her face smeared in cum and her 'perfect'hair a mess. I walked forward to see the damage done, the red St. Mark on her pallid frame. But what I wanted to see was about as satisfying as I 'd imagined. Those Emerald Eyes.. broken, shaking in utter fear.
'' Do you love where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so sorry, I did n't have in mind to, he came on to me ''
'' bring through your begging Cassandra ... your fortune is sealed. ``
I handed Michael the rest of the money without the envelope this time.
'' He will be taking you to a place where sluts like you actually have use ... I believe it makes YOU the eminent dollar .... '' Michael seemed to laugh at my comment as Cassandra panicked and I moved to touch her cheek, away from the ejaculate `` Dont worry doll-face ... your center will be the mavin of the appearance, you 'll fit correctly in with the rest of the sluts of the striver ring ... and you 'll never have to shut your branch again ''

Her screams and begging made me smiling as I stepped away, only the sound of Michael 's laughter mixing with those pleas as I entered the lift again.
Now ... just to hire the soul to wipe out my husband..