I still remember the look in that bitch 's face.. Her emerald eyes and light-haired curlicue. 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 best friend Cassandra ? How make bold she.. and for her to know ? To give me the look that she knew I was watching, and she knew she was winning.. It haunted me. I could almost palpate the touches she placed on his skin in the old hotel elbow room ... That was it. I could n't stand by anymore ...

It took a import to shake me out of my memories as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his look, strong jaw lining up to rugged facial nerve haircloth marred here and there with minor scars, conveniently shaped like where a woman 's nail may stimulate grazed in struggle. He definitely looked the part, dark optic set evenly on his features, bushed supercilium and thin lips. His shoulder joint were broad and squared off as he spoke again.

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

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

'' I asked what you wanted done to her. If there were any specifics to your request on her ... day of the month with me. ``

The codewords were cute. date in this casing meant Cassandra 's kidnapping. Requests ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I require ? other than her being sent away where I no longer had to see her wicked-witch center 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 fork out the news of where she will be going for the rest of her life.. '' As a waiter came by to ascertain on us, once to a greater extent my 'date'declined anything and so did I. The waiter simply bowed and headed to other tables among the cafe. The sounds of cars passing distrait my thoughts again as the warm sun moved over my skin. 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 air hole after he seemed to almost ... caress it ...

I slid the gasbag over to him, which was also pocketed with the photograph. I informed him the rest would be given at the 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 number, and we parted ways.

Cassandra was rather excited for her date. The man was tall, glum and handsome. The scars usually meant the man had interesting taradiddle to tell apart. She dressed herself in her picayune Black person garb, a common achiever when meeting men. She 'd done her war paint all prissy and pretty and took to the hack to fulfil the man at the hotel room he 'd rented. She 'd been talking to him for a few twenty-four hour period, exchanged pictures both naughty and not. He liked all the Saame thing she did, and they had so practically in common. It was like he was made for her. As she arrived at the hotel her dark-green eyes widened in surprise. She 'd never been invited to a place this nice. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tiled floors and a whorled staircase in the lobby. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in green velvet bag-boy garb

'' Ah ! Miss Cassandra honey oil yes ? '' he asked. As she nodded he slipped her the threshold key. `` Mr. Drake is awaiting your arrival. ``

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

As the door pinged exposed she stepped slowly into the dark room, lit only with a standard candle here and there, still not enough to make 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 phone of the elevator closing and descending behind her. It was eerie, the silence that seemed to fill such a large space. She almost heard something movement behind her and turned sharply, only to be met with that Same darkness. It was strange and unearthed an odd queasiness in the pit of her tum. That was until her mouth was covered by a cloth. She screamed and struggled but within a few moment the modest blonde had fallen limp in her assaulter arms.

It did n't guide long for Michael to tie her to the St Andrews cross. When Cassandra 's eyes fluttered open she could see Michael 's gravid human body setting up what appeared to be a camera, focusing it on her variant. It seemed about that Saami meter she realized her situation and started to tug upon her cuffs that were tightly fitted around each radiocarpal joint and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

'' unspoiled cockcrow sleeping beauty '' his gruff vox spoke, seemingly taunting in its tone of voice. It was followed by a chuckle as Cassandra screamed into the ball-gag.

With the way lit she could finally see ... the whole penthouse was adorned in torture equipment of varied eccentric and sizes. John Cage lined one rampart with two girls rather unconscious within two of them. They were stripped to nothing ... and large bruise and gash decorated their flesh.

Michael moved to polish off the ballgag `` I 'm going to be recording, so make sure you scream nice and pretty for me baby, yeah ? ``

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

'' Oh this is a particular date. A escort arranged by Mrs. Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when pretty girls'eyes dilate like that.. the fearfulness fills them and they always show true gloss. You see ... to the highest degree cleaning lady like you, the ones who encourage gamey ranking men of society into their bed ... you all have one thing in vernacular ... `` He smirked `` You 're all sluts. You think high-dollar dick is how you 'll forfend anything bad happening. You can twist their chest hair's-breadth and tell them that if they tell anyone you 'll unclothe them for all they 're worth.. But sweetie '' his unattackable hand grasped Cassandra 's chin, forcing her to adjoin his regard. `` I 've got nothing to lose. I get paid well to put pretty lilliputian Barbie 's like you six foot under. You 're lucky though. Mrs. Bates has a unspoilt plan for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for forgiveness Michael moved his large form to press out the record button on the television camera. The little red Light Within blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's physical structure writhe and conflict. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to set his jeans. His shirt was removed to show his solid bureau, more cicatrix adorning the anatomy stretched across musculus that showed he was capable to countermand people with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his large hands grasped the cervix of her dress, a few tears wetting the back of his hands from her war cry as he tore open the wearing apparel, splitting the seams with a sound that to Cassandra was deafening. She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the fabric free of her figure. It was discarded without second mentation as he moved to drag in those thick fingers in her hair, yanking her school principal back as he loomed over her.. his other helping hand tore the bra from her form, the strap biting into her pelt as they gave way from his insistency. just as the pain faded a new painful sensation was found as he pinched her nipple between his fingers, pulling up harshly and twisting. She called out in pain, her back shifting as he handled her so roughly. It seemed to broadcast something through the man, who let go of her and moved back only to sharply backhand her. The twinge esthesis left her dizzy, a sonant Alexander Melville Bell sound in her ears.
Her eyes opening again and facing Michael as she cried were met by him coming close, and holding her drumhead in place as he licked blood from her lip. With how faithful he was Cassandra could feel his cock, hard, pulsing from her pain phone. It made her feel sick, her breadbasket churning. Her heart raced harshly against her ribcage as her reverence of the man grew. What was haywire with him ? ! How could he be so aroused by her pain ! The sadistic man licked down her neck only to roughly cover her breast again, twisting and pulling till the hurting had her squirming in place. He pulled back, and landed a rather harsh slug to her stomach. The air left her, coughing and sputtering as she tried desperately to get ahead back oxygen lost.
He brought his mitt to her cheek, holding so tightly her brim twisted and she felt her skin and his grasp interlocking to her dentition. His mouth came to hers, crashing against her plush rim to calumniate her composition onto her pale skin. he leaned back to wipe his face clean of the score before moving back to bite her lower lip. She felt an almost blinding pain in the neck as the man pierced cutis and caused her to phlebotomise. She felt something move between her legs, his hand yanking her panties until they were strained against her kind, then gave way. The wretched woman called in botheration, tears streaming down her nerve 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. Her shrieking made him smirk and he moved down her body to cod her breasts. He pulled back, her able to see a rather long thick rod in his mitt ... the cane was sniffed which twisted her stomach.

'' Looks like its not gamy dollar dick thats the only matter 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 line of sight as he brought a black leather striptease with a silver mob on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to pant and cough out, using that opportunity he placed the tintinnabulation in her oral cavity forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few click and motions and the creak of the Wood as she felt herself move. He flipped the interbreeding, her foreland at level with the genitals of his jeans. She screamed, and he pressed his rooster against her through his pants. She could experience him throb ... and it didnt service when he brought that cane down onto her slit. She called out in infliction and she could feel him pulse against her again. A smudge of abuse were muffled by that tintinnabulation and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto piece of her cunt, thighs and body. Each harsh hit left red home run burned into her pelt, her whole organic structure desegregate with pain. He adjusted his blue jean, his thick, fat rooster able to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more aroused by her calls of pain. His thick member dipped into her oral fissure here and there, his strong flavour making her nose wrinkle as she cried. Of course of study the taste and thought of how many hoi polloi hed sleep with made her sick. His shrewd hits were unappeasable until she felt him cum, filling her mouth and coating her face in the sticky malodor of him. His natural language moved over her pained pussy and he flipped her back the right way. The blood rushed to where it needed to be, making her sway as dizziness set in.
Her head was racing as he stuck something into her ass, making her sidesplitter out in jar and pain ... It was larger than the cane hed had. When did he switch items ? She felt embarrassed and coughed on the disgusting taste sensation of his semen. He pressed his cock into her slit and her eyes widened. `` state me you 're a slut and I 'll stop ... '' He growled, pumping his cock into her as he removed the ring gag. She felt good between him and the toy in her ass, pain sensation ripping her nerves.
'' Please barricade ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a trollop 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 thigh before stepping back. She could hear the speech sound of the elevator ding open as Michael shut the recording off. Andrea stepped forward ...

I could n't help the smirk on my typeface, seeing her there with a dildo in her ass, her aspect smeared in cum and her 'perfect'hair a mess. I walked forward to see the equipment casualty done, the red scratch on her blanch flesh. But what I wanted to see was about as satisfying as I 'd imagined. Those Emerald Eyes.. broken, shaking in staring fear.
'' Do you know where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so sorry, I did n't think of to, he came on to me ''
'' Save your begging Cassandra ... your portion is sealed. ``
I handed Michael the rest of the money without the envelope this time.
'' He will be taking you to a situation where sluts like you actually have use ... I believe it makes YOU the in high spirits dollar bill .... '' Michael seemed to laugh at my comment as Cassandra panicked and I moved to touch her cheek, away from the semen `` Dont worry doll-face ... your eyes will be the mavin of the appearance, you 'll fit rightfield in with the sleep of the sluts of the slave closed chain ... and you 'll never have to close your legs again ''

Her screams and begging made me smile as I stepped away, only the phone of Michael 's laughter mixture with those pleas as I entered the elevator again.
Now ... just to lease the person to defeat my husband..