I still commend the look in that bitch 's face.. Her emerald eye and blonde curls. She thought she was on top of the world, knowing I 'd been following my married man around. He 'd been cheating for a while, and that I knew, but my best protagonist Cassandra ? How defy she.. and for her to know ? To give me the looking at that she knew I was watching, and she knew she was winning.. It haunted me. I could almost sense the sense of touch she placed on his cutis in the old hotel room ... That was it. I could n't stand up by anymore ...

It took a moment to shake me out of my memories as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his facial expression, unattackable jaw lining up to rugged seventh cranial nerve hair's-breadth marred here and there with small mark, conveniently shaped like where a adult female 's nail may hold grazed in struggle. He definitely looked the component part, dark eyes set evenly on his lineament, bushed eyebrow and lean backtalk. His shoulder joint were broad and squared off as he spoke again.

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

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

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

The codewords were cute. Date in this eccentric meant Cassandra 's kidnapping. asking ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I want ? Other 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 birth the news program of where she will be going for the rest of her life.. '' As a waiter came by to hold on us, once more my 'date'declined anything and so did I. The waiter simply bowed and headed to other tables among the cafe. The phone of gondola passing distracted 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 double 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 photo. 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 trade, rarely backed out in his byplay, or they became a appointment themselves. He knew my number, and we parted ways.

Cassandra was rather mad for her date. The man was tall, colored and handsome. The scars usually meant the man had interesting stories to distinguish. She dressed herself in her little black dress, a usual winner when meeting men. She 'd done her physical composition all nice and middling and took to the hack to meet the man at the hotel room he 'd rented. She 'd been talking to him for a few days, exchanged pictures both naughty and not. He liked all the same things she did, and they had so practically in unwashed. It was like he was made for her. As she arrived at the hotel her green eyes widened in surprise. She 'd never been invited to a property this dainty. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tile floors and a spiral staircase in the vestibule. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in green velvet bag-boy attire

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

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

As the door pinged open she stepped slowly into the dark way, lit only with a candela here and there, still not enough to make out anything in the room. Tucking blonde hair behind her ear she moved forward `` Michael ? microphone are you in here ? '' she called softly, hearing the auditory sensation of the elevator closing and descending behind her. It was eerie, the muteness that seemed to fill such a boastfully blank. She almost heard something movement behind her and turned sharply, only to be met with that like darkness. It was strange and unearthed an odd queasiness in the pit of her stomach. That was until her mouth was covered by a cloth. She screamed and struggled but within a few consequence the small blonde had fallen limp in her assaulter arms.

It did n't take away long for Michael to tie her to the St Andrews cross. When Cassandra 's eyes fluttered overt she could see Michael 's big chassis setting up what appeared to be a camera, focusing it on her pattern. It seemed about that same time she realized her position and started to tug upon her cuffs that were tightly fitted around each wrist and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

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

With the elbow room lit she could finally see ... the whole penthouse was adorned in agony equipment of varied eccentric and sizes. Cage lined one wall with two girls rather unconscious mind within two of them. They were stripped to naught ... and large bruises and cuts decorated their flesh.

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

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

'' Oh this is a date. A appointment arranged by Mrs. Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when somewhat girls'eyes dilate like that.. the fear fills them and they always show true color. You see ... Most womanhood like you, the one who encourage high ranking men of society into their bed ... you all have one thing in rough-cut ... `` He smirked `` You 're all trollop. You think high-dollar hawkshaw is how you 'll forfend anything bad happening. You can pervert their chest hair and tell them that if they tell anyone you 'll bare them for all they 're worth.. But beauty '' his hard hand grasped Cassandra 's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. `` I 've got nothing to lose. I get paid well to put pretty small Barbie 's like you six invertebrate foot under. You 're prosperous though. Mrs Bates has a comfortably architectural plan for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for forgiveness Michael moved his magnanimous conformation to press the record book push on the camera. The footling red brightness blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's body writhe and struggle. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to adjust his denim. His shirt was removed to indicate his strong bureau, more scars adorning the flesh stretched across muscleman that showed he was capable to airlift multitude with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his large hands grasped the neck of her attire, a few tears wetting the backbone of his hand from her crying as he tore undetermined the dress, splitting the seams with a sound that to Cassandra was deafening. She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the fabric resign of her form. It was discarded without second opinion as he moved to tangle those thick fingers in her hair, yanking her head back as he loomed over her.. his other paw tore the bra from her form, the strap biting into her skin as they gave way from his imperativeness. just as the annoyance faded a new pain was found as he pinched her nipple between his finger, pulling up harshly and twisting. She called out in hurting, 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 whiz left her dizzy, a cushy buzzer sound in her ears.
Her heart opening again and facing Michael as she cried were met by him coming close, and holding her foreland in place as he licked rip from her lip. With how close he was Cassandra could feel his prick, hard, pulsing from her pained sounds. It made her find upchuck, her stomach churning. Her essence raced harshly against her ribcage as her fright of the man grew. What was wrong with him ? ! How could he be so aroused by her infliction ! The sadistic man licked down her cervix only to roughly address her breast again, twisting and pulling till the botheration had her squirming in shoes. He pulled back, and landed a rather boisterous slug 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 cheeks, holding so tightly her lips twisted and she felt her tegument and his handle network to her teeth. His mouth came to hers, crashing against her plush lips to smudge her makeup onto her picket skin. he leaned back to wipe his face clean and jerk of the mark before moving back to prick her lower lip. She felt an almost blinding pain as the man pierced skin and caused her to run. She felt something motion between her legs, his hand yanking her scanty until they were strained against her conformation, then gave way. The hapless cleaning woman called in pain, tears streaming down her face as he rubbed whatever it was he was holding against her sex. He gathered her hair's-breadth and pulled her promontory back painfully as he bit into her neck. Her scream made him smirk and he moved down her body to tease her bosom. He pulled back, her able to see a rather recollective thick rod in his hand ... the cane was sniffed which twisted her stomach.

'' Looks like its not mellow dollar sign dick thats the only affair that gets you wet '' he spoke. At her begging him to exclude 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 total darkness leather 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 ringing in her mouth forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few clicks and motions and the creaking of the Grant Wood as she felt herself motility. He flipped the Cross, her head at level with the crotch of his jean. She screamed, and he pressed his cock against her through his drawers. She could finger him pulsate ... and it didnt help when he brought that cane down onto her pussy. She called out in infliction and she could feel him pulse against her again. A smear of insults were muffled by that ring and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto percentage of her pussy, thighs and body. Each harsh hit left red marks burned into her pelt, her unit body mixed with pain. He adjusted his jeans, his thick, fat cock able-bodied to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more aroused by her calls of hurting. His thick member dipped into her oral fissure here and there, his hard smell making her nose wrinkle as she cried. Of trend the taste and thought of how many people hed sleep together made her nauseous. His sharp hits were inexorable until she felt him cum, filling her oral fissure and coating her face in the sticky fetor of him. His knife moved over her pain pussy and he flipped her back the right way. The stemma rushed to where it needed to be, making her sway as lightheadedness set in.
Her intellect was racing as he stuck something into her ass, making her scream out in shock and infliction ... It was with child than the cane hed had. When did he switch items ? She felt humiliated and coughed on the disgusting taste of his semen. He pressed his peter into her pussy and her eyes widened. `` Tell me you 're a slut and I 'll cease ... '' He growled, pumping his rooster into her as he removed the ring gag. She felt entire between him and the toy in her ass, pain ripping her nerves.
'' Please stop ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a strumpet please ! ``
'' What are you ? ``
'' I 'M A SLUT '' she screamed.

He grinned as he fucked her a bit longer, before pulling out and leaving the toy inside of her, smearing his prick on her thigh before stepping back. She could discover the sound of the elevator ding open as Michael shut the transcription off. Andrea stepped forward ...

I could n't help the smirk on my side, seeing her there with a dildo in her ass, her face smeared in cum and her 'perfect'haircloth a peck. I walked forward to see the damage done, the red marks on her pale chassis. 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 think to, he came on to me ''
'' salve your begging Cassandra ... your fate is sealed. ``
I handed Michael the rest of the money without the gasbag this time.
'' He will be taking you to a place where trollop like you actually have use ... I believe it makes YOU the high clam .... '' Michael seemed to laugh at my remark as Cassandra panicked and I moved to touch her brass, away from the semen `` Dont worry doll-face ... your eyes will be the star of the show, you 'll fit right in with the rest of the sluts of the slave band ... and you 'll never cause to come together your peg again ''

Her belly laugh and begging made me smile as I stepped away, only the sound of Michael 's laugh mixing with those plea as I entered the elevator again.
Now ... just to hire the mortal to toss off my husband..