I still remember the expression in that bitch 's face.. Her emerald eyes 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 spell, and that I knew, but my effective friend Cassandra ? How dare she.. and for her to have intercourse ? To give me the feeling that she knew I was watching, and she knew she was winning.. It haunted me. I could almost find the touch she placed on his hide in the old hotel room ... That was it. I could n't stick out by anymore ...

It took a import to shake me out of my memories as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his face, unassailable jaw lining up to rugged facial tomentum marred here and there with small cicatrice, conveniently shaped like where a woman 's nail may cause grazed in struggle. He definitely looked the part, dark middle set evenly on his feature, bushed supercilium and lean brim. His shoulder were broad and squared off as he spoke again.

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

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

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

The codewords were cunning. Date in this typesetter's case meant Cassandra 's kidnapping. Requests ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I need ? former 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 conscience ?

'' I wish to be there before you take her away. I want to be the one to give up the news of where she will be going for the rest of her life.. '' As a waiter came by to check up on on us, once more my 'date'declined anything and so did I. The server simply bowed and headed to other tables among the cafe. The sounds of auto passing distracted my sentiment again as the warm sun moved over my peel. We were outside, as to not be heard or bothered much.

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

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

Cassandra was rather excited for her particular date. The man was improbable, obscure and good-looking. The cicatrice usually meant the man had interesting history to enjoin. She dressed herself in her footling black garb, a usual winner when meeting men. She 'd done her makeup all squeamish and pretty and took to the taxi to meet the man at the hotel room he 'd rented. She 'd been talking to him for a few days, exchanged mental picture both naughty and not. He liked all the Sami things she did, and they had so a lot in common. It was like he was made for her. As she arrived at the hotel her putting surface eye widened in surprise. She 'd never been invited to a billet this nice. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tiled floors and a coil staircase in the foyer. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in green velvet bag-boy garb

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

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

As the room access pinged open she stepped slowly into the sullen room, lit only with a candela here and there, still not enough to cause out anything in the way. Tucking light-haired 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 secrecy that seemed to fulfill such a magnanimous place. She almost heard something move behind her and turned sharply, only to be met with that Same darkness. It was strange and unearthed an odd qualm in the pit of her stomach. That was until her mouth was covered by a material. She screamed and struggled but within a few moments the belittled blonde had fallen limp in her attackers arms.

It did n't take long for Michael to tie her to the St Andrews crown of thorns. When Cassandra 's centre fluttered assailable she could see Michael 's magnanimous mannikin setting up what appeared to be a television camera, focusing it on her var.. It seemed about that same time she realized her spot and started to tug upon her cuff that were tightly fitted around each radiocarpal joint and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

'' proficient morning sleeping beauty '' his gruff articulation spoke, seemingly taunting in its smell. It was followed by a chortle as Cassandra screamed into the ball-gag.

With the elbow room lit she could finally see ... the unit penthouse was adorned in torment equipment of depart types and sizing. Cages lined one wall with two lady friend rather unconscious within two of them. They were stripped to nothing ... and orotund bruises and cuts decorated their flesh.

Michael moved to get rid of the ballgag `` I 'm going to be recording, so piss sure you scream nice and pretty for me infant, yeah ? ``

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

'' Oh this is a engagement. A escort arranged by Mrs. Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when pretty young woman'center dilate like that.. the fear fills them and they always show true color. You see ... most woman like you, the one who encourage highschool ranking men of society into their bed ... you all have one thing in park ... `` He smirked `` You 're all sluts. You think high-dollar tool is how you 'll avoid anything bad happening. You can wrench their chest hair and tell them that if they tell anyone you 'll strip them for all they 're worth.. But knockout '' his strong helping hand grasped Cassandra 's chin, forcing her to run into his gaze. `` I 've got nada to lose. I get paid well to put pretty little Barbie 's like you six feet under. You 're lucky though. Mrs. Bates has a better programme for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for forgiveness Michael moved his enceinte form to weigh the record push on the camera. The little red twinkle blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's body writhe and battle. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to adjust his jeans. His shirt was removed to show his unattackable chest, more than scars adorning the build stretched across musculus that showed he was able to lift people with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his great script grasped the neck of her dress, a few tears wetting the back of his hands from her crying as he tore open the garb, splitting the seams with a audio that to Cassandra was deafening. She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the material rid of her kind. It was discarded without mo thinking as he moved to tangle those deep finger in her hair, yanking her head back as he loomed over her.. his other script tore the bra from her configuration, the shoulder strap biting into her pelt as they gave way from his pressure. just as the pain faded a new pain was found as he pinched her pap between his finger's breadth, pulling up harshly and twisting. She called out in pain, 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 burn sensation left her dizzy, a soft bell sound in her ears.
Her optic opening again and facing Michael as she cried were met by him coming close, and holding her head in place as he licked bloodline from her lip. With how closemouthed he was Cassandra could feel his peter, hard, pulsing from her pained sounds. It made her feel sick, her venter churning. Her heart raced harshly against her ribcage as her fear of the man grew. What was wrong with him ? ! How could he be so excited by her pain ! The sadistic man licked down her cervix only to roughly address her breast again, twisting and pulling till the botheration had her squirming in place. He pulled back, and landed a rather crude biff to her stomach. The air left her, coughing and sputtering as she tried desperately to gain back oxygen lost.
He brought his hand to her impertinence, holding so tightly her lips twisted and she felt her hide and his clutch mesh to her teeth. His mouth came to hers, crashing against her lucullan lips to denigrate her make-up onto her pale pelt. he leaned back to wipe his look clean and jerk of the print before moving back to burn her lower lip. She felt an almost blinding pain as the man pierced skin and caused her to run. She felt something move between her pegleg, his handwriting yanking her pantie until they were strained against her form, then gave way. The poor charwoman called in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks as he rubbed whatever it was he was holding against her sex. He gathered her hair and pulled her drumhead back painfully as he bit into her neck. Her screaming made him smirk and he moved down her trunk to taunt her chest. He pulled back, her able to see a rather yearn thick rod in his helping hand ... the cane was sniffed which twisted her stomach.

'' Looks like its not high up dollar dick thats the only affair that gets you wet '' he spoke. At her begging him to shut 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 short letter of sight as he brought a black leather strip with a Ag ring on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to gasp and cough out, using that opportunity he placed the hoop in her mouth forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few pawl and motions and the creaking of the Grant Wood as she felt herself motion. He flipped the interbreeding, her head word at level with the crotch of his jeans. She screamed, and he pressed his cock against her through his drawers. She could feel him pulse ... and it didnt avail when he brought that cane down onto her pussycat. She called out in pain and she could feel him pulse against her again. A slur of insults were muffled by that ringing and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto share of her pussy, thighs and torso. Each harsh hit left red marks burned into her skin, her whole soundbox assorted with pain. He adjusted his dungaree, his midst, fat turncock able to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more aroused by her claim of hurting. His heavyset penis dipped into her mouth here and there, his unattackable smell making her intrude furrow as she cried. Of course the taste and opinion of how many people hed have it off made her nauseous. His sharp bang were relentless until she felt him cum, filling her backtalk and coating her face in the awkward stench of him. His tongue moved over her pained cunt and he flipped her back the correctly way. The parentage rushed to where it needed to be, making her tilt 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 larger than the cane hed had. When did he switch item ? She felt humbled and coughed on the disgusting taste of his seminal fluid. He pressed his hammer into her pussy and her eyes widened. `` state me you 're a slut and I 'll stop over ... '' He growled, pumping his tool into her as he removed the ringing gag. She felt full between him and the toy in her ass, infliction ripping her nerves.
'' Please stop ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a adulteress please ! ``
'' What are you ? ``
'' I 'M A slovenly woman '' 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 thighs before stepping back. She could hear the phone of the elevator ding open as Michael shut the transcription off. Andrea stepped forward ...

I could n't assist 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 marks on her pale flesh. But what I wanted to see was about as satisfying as I 'd imagined. Those Emerald Eyes.. broken, shaking in everlasting fear.
'' Do you know where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so sorry, I did n't mean to, he came on to me ''
'' Save your begging Cassandra ... your fate is sealed. ``
I handed Michael the rest of the money without the envelope this time.
'' He will be taking you to a spot where adulteress like you actually have use ... I believe it makes YOU the gamey dollar mark .... '' Michael seemed to laugh at my comment as Cassandra panicked and I moved to touch her boldness, away from the semen `` Dont worry doll-face ... your optic will be the star of the appearance, you 'll fit right in with the sleep of the sluts of the slave ring ... and you 'll never have to fill up your legs again ''

Her thigh-slapper and begging made me smile as I stepped away, only the sound of Michael 's laughter mixture with those plea as I entered the elevator again.
Now ... just to hire the individual to toss off my husband..