I still call back the look in that bitch 's face.. Her emerald optic and blond curls. She thought she was on top of the public, knowing I 'd been following my husband around. He 'd been cheating for a while, and that I knew, but my outflank friend Cassandra ? How dare she.. and for her to acknowledge ? To give me the aspect that she knew I was watching, and she knew she was winning.. It haunted me. I could almost sense the touches she placed on his pelt in the old hotel room ... That was it. I could n't brook by anymore ...

It took a import to rock me out of my computer memory as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his face, warm jaw lining up to rugged facial hair marred here and there with small mark, conveniently shaped like where a woman 's nail may receive grazed in conflict. He definitely looked the part, dark eyes set evenly on his feature article, bushed eyebrow and thin lips. His shoulder 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 coffee. He had n't ordered anything to drink despite my offering, what a ... businessman.

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

The codewords were cute. go out in this case meant Cassandra 's kidnapping. Requests ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I desire ? 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 birth the news of where she will be going for the rest of her life.. '' As a waiter came by to check on us, once more my 'date'declined anything and so did I. The waiter simply bowed and headed to former mesa among the coffee shop. The phone of auto passing distrait my idea again as the fond sun moved over my skin. We were outside, as to not be heard or bothered much.

'' That can be arranged. `` the pocket-sized image I had given him of Cassandra was put into his sack 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 charwoman who had money and got this far into the mass, rarely backed out in his business, or they became a appointment themselves. He knew my number, and we parted ways.

Cassandra was rather charge up for her date. The man was tall, darkness and handsome. The scars usually meant the man had interesting storey to tell. She dressed herself in her slight blacken garb, a usual winner when meeting men. She 'd done her makeup all gracious and somewhat 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 Lapplander matter she did, and they had so very much in green. 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 spot this overnice. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tile floors and a spiral staircase in the lobby. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in green velvet bag-boy attire

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

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

As the doorway pinged undefended she stepped slowly into the dark room, lit only with a candle here and there, still not enough to stimulate out anything in the room. Tucking blond pilus behind her ear she moved forward `` Michael ? microphone are you in here ? '' she called softly, hearing the speech sound of the elevator shutdown and descending behind her. It was eerie, the muteness that seemed to fill such a great space. She almost heard something move behind her and turned sharply, only to be met with that Sami darkness. It was strange and unearthed an odd queasiness in the pit of her tummy. That was until her mouth was covered by a cloth. She screamed and struggled but within a few import the lowly blonde had fallen limp in her attackers arms.

It did n't take long for Michael to tie her to the St Saint Andrew hybridization. When Cassandra 's oculus fluttered surface she could see Michael 's tumid form setting up what appeared to be a camera, focusing it on her form. It seemed about that same time she realized her situation and started to tug upon her cuffs that were tightly fitted around each wrist joint and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

'' salutary morning sleeping stunner '' his hoarse vox spoke, seemingly taunting in its tone. It was followed by a chortle 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. coop lined one paries with two girls rather unconscious mind within two of them. They were stripped to nothing ... and large bruise and excision decorated their flesh.

Michael moved to remove 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 date. A date arranged by Mrs. Andrea Bates. '' He grinned `` I love when jolly girls'eyes dilate like that.. the fear fills them and they always show true people of color. You see ... virtually women like you, the ace who encourage richly ranking men of smart set into their bed ... you all have one thing in common ... `` He smirked `` You 're all trollop. You think high-dollar dick is how you 'll invalidate anything bad happening. You can wrick their chest hair and tell 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 run into his gaze. `` I 've got nothing to lose. I get paid well to put pretty minuscule Barbie 's like you six ft under. You 're lucky though. Mrs. Bates has a full plan for you, but that 'll be revealed later. ``

As Cassandra screamed and begged for pardon Michael moved his turgid form to press out the record button on the camera. The fiddling red illumination blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's trunk writhe and struggle. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to adjust his jeans. His shirt was removed to show his hard chest, more scratch adorning the flesh stretched across muscle that showed he was able to abstract citizenry with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his vauntingly hired man grasped the neck of her apparel, a few tears wetting the dorsum of his men from her yell as he tore open air 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 soma. It was discarded without second thought as he moved to tangle those thick fingers in her hair's-breadth, yanking her head back as he loomed over her.. his other hired man tore the bra from her strain, the shoulder strap biting into her tegument as they gave way from his pressure. just as the pain faded a new pain 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 send something through the man, who let go of her and moved back only to sharply backhand her. The burn superstar left her dizzy, a soft Vanessa Bell strait in her ears.
Her eyes opening again and facing Michael as she cried were met by him coming close, and holding her point in blank space as he licked origin from her lip. With how close he was Cassandra could experience his pecker, hard, pulsing from her pained sounds. It made her find regurgitate, her stomach 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 put forward by her pain ! The sadistic man licked down her cervix only to roughly handle her breast again, twisting and pulling till the hurting had her squirming in place. He pulled back, and landed a rather jolting clout to her tummy. 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 cutis and his handgrip mesh topology to her tooth. His mouthpiece came to hers, crashing against her plush backtalk to smear her physical composition onto her blanch peel. he leaned back to pass over his face clean of the scratch before moving back to bite her lower lip. She felt an almost blinding botheration as the man pierced tegument and caused her to bleed. She felt something motion between her legs, his hand yanking her panties until they were strained against her form, then gave way. The poor fair sex called in pain, tears streaming down her impudence as he rubbed whatever it was he was holding against her sex. He gathered her hair and pulled her read/write head back painfully as he bit into her neck opening. Her screaming made him smirk and he moved down her organic structure to tease her tit. He pulled back, her able to see a rather longsighted thick rod in his hand ... the cane was sniffed which twisted her stomach.

'' Looks like its not high school dollar dick thats the solitary thing that gets you wet '' he spoke. At her begging him to shut out 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 blackened leather strip show with a silver gray gang on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to gasp and cough out, using that chance he placed the ring in her mouth forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few clicks and motility and the creaking of the wood as she felt herself move. He flipped the crown of thorns, her straits at stratum with the crotch of his jean. She screamed, and he pressed his cock against her through his pants. She could feel him pulsate ... and it didnt assistant when he brought that cane down onto her twat. She called out in pain and she could feel him pulse against her again. A daub of affront were muffled by that ring and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto division of her pussycat, thighs and body. Each harsh hit allow red home run burned into her peel, her whole body mixed with pain in the neck. He adjusted his jean, his thick, fat cock able to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more aroused by her yell of painful sensation. His thickheaded member dipped into her mouth here and there, his strong smell making her horn in wrinkle as she cried. Of row the penchant and thought of how many citizenry hed fucked made her nauseous. His shrill hits were inexorable until she felt him cum, filling her backtalk and coating her face in the sticky malodor of him. His knife moved over her offended pussy and he flipped her back the right way. The parentage rushed to where it needed to be, making her sway as dizziness set in.
Her brain was racing as he stuck something into her ass, making her scream out in shock and annoyance ... It was magnanimous than the cane hed had. When did he switch detail ? She felt chagrin and coughed on the disgusting predilection of his seminal fluid. He pressed his cock into her pussy and her centre widened. `` say me you 're a slut and I 'll stop ... '' He growled, pumping his cock into her as he removed the ring gag. She felt full between him and the toy in her ass, pain ripping her nerves.
'' Please stop ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a slut 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 hear the sound of the lift ding give 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 stack. I walked forward to see the damage done, the red marks on her pale physique. But what I wanted to see was about as satisfying as I 'd imagined. Those Emerald Eyes.. broken, shaking in virtuous fear.
'' Do you know where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so drear, 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 place where loose woman like you actually have use ... I believe it makes YOU the highschool dollar bill .... '' Michael seemed to express mirth at my remark as Cassandra panicked and I moved to touch her face, away from the come `` Dont worry doll-face ... your center will be the star of the appearance, you 'll fit correct in with the remainder of the trollop of the slave tintinnabulation ... and you 'll never have to fill up your legs again ''

Her riot and begging made me smiling as I stepped away, only the sound of Michael 's laugh intermixture with those pleas as I entered the elevator again.
Now ... just to hire the someone to kill my husband..