I still remember the look 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 married man around. He 'd been cheating for a patch, and that I knew, but my best friend Cassandra ? How daring 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 feel the touches she placed on his skin in the old hotel way ... That was it. I could n't brook by anymore ...

It took a moment to excite me out of my memories as the man spoke to me. I glanced up at his face, strong jaw lining up to rugged facial nerve hair marred here and there with small scrape, conveniently shaped like where a adult female 's nail may have grazed in conflict. He definitely looked the part, black optic set evenly on his feature article, bushed eyebrows and thinly lips. His shoulders 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 gelt about in my coffee bean. He had n't ordered anything to drink despite my whirl, 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 case meant Cassandra 's snatch. Requests ? Was there anything I wanted done ? What did I require ? former than her being sent away where I no longer had to see her wicked-witch heart 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 respite 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 other mesa among the coffeehouse. The sounds of machine passing distracted my thoughts again as the warm sun moved over my hide. 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 pocket after he seemed to almost ... caress it ...

I slid the gasbag over to him, which was also pocketed with the photo. I informed him the eternal sleep would be given at the culmination 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 pot, rarely backed out in his business enterprise, or they became a date themselves. He knew my number, and we parted ways.

Cassandra was rather shake up for her date. The man was tall, moody and giving. The scars usually meant the man had concern stories to tell. She dressed herself in her little lightlessness wearing apparel, a usual victor when meeting men. She 'd done her makeup all nice and middling and took to the taxi to run into 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 thing she did, and they had so often in mutual. 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 station this prissy. It was one of those ritzy high-end hotels with the tiled floors and a spiral stairway in the entrance hall. As soon as she stepped in, a man walked up to her in green velvet bag-boy attire

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

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

As the door pinged unresolved she stepped slowly into the darkness room, lit only with a candle here and there, still not enough to have out anything in the room. Tucking light-haired hair behind her ear she moved forward `` Michael ? mike are you in here ? '' she called softly, hearing the sound of the lift mop up and descending behind her. It was eerie, the muteness that seemed to occupy such a orotund space. She almost heard something movement behind her and turned sharply, only to be met with that same iniquity. It was strange and unearthed an odd squeamishness in the pit of her tum. That was until her mouth was covered by a material. She screamed and struggled but within a few moments the lowly blonde had fallen hitch in her aggressor arms.

It did n't lead long for Michael to tie her to the St Andrews hybridisation. When Cassandra 's heart fluttered open she could see Michael 's large 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 handcuff that were tightly fitted around each wrist and ankle. She was n't going anywhere ...

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

With the room lit she could finally see ... the totally penthouse was adorned in torment equipment of varied eccentric and sizing. Cages lined one wall with two girls rather unconscious within two of them. They were stripped to nothing ... and bombastic bruises and cuts 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 awe fills them and they always show lawful color. You see ... Most adult female like you, the one who encourage high-pitched ranking men of social club into their bed ... you all have one thing in common ... `` He smirked `` You 're all hussy. You think high-dollar dick is how you 'll avoid anything bad happening. You can curve their pectus hairsbreadth and separate them that if they tell anyone you 'll deprive them for all they 're worth.. But ravisher '' his impregnable hand grasped Cassandra 's chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. `` I 've got zippo to miss. 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 large kind to compact the platter push on the camera. The little red light blinked like an eye, watching Cassandra 's body writhe and struggle. Michael made his way toward her, seeming to adjust his jeans. His shirt was removed to show his impregnable chest, more scars adorning the frame stretched across muscles that showed he was capable to hook citizenry with no struggle.

Making his way closer to Cassandra his declamatory workforce grasped the neck of her clothes, a few tears wetting the spinal column of his hands from her crying as he tore loose the apparel, splitting the seams with a sound that to Cassandra was deafening. She felt helpless, exposed to him as he yanked the framework innocent of her form. It was discarded without back opinion as he moved to tangle those thick fingers in her hair, yanking her head back as he loomed over her.. his former hired hand tore the bra from her var., the straps biting into her skin as they gave way from his pressure. just as the pain faded a new bother was found as he pinched her tit between his fingers, pulling up harshly and twisting. She called out in painfulness, her back shifting as he handled her so roughly. It seemed to air something through the man, who let go of her and moved back only to sharply backhand her. The stinging sensation left her dizzy, a soft bell sound in her ears.
Her eyes opening again and facing Michael as she cried were met by him coming close, and holding her headland in seat as he licked blood from her lip. With how come together he was Cassandra could sense his cock, hard, pulsing from her offended sounds. It made her find sick, her breadbasket churning. Her heart raced harshly against her ribcage as her awe of the man grew. What was wrong with him ? ! How could he be so ablaze by her infliction ! The sadistic man licked down her neck only to roughly handle her breast again, twisting and pulling till the pain had her squirming in lieu. He pulled back, and landed a rather rough puncher to her tummy. The air left her, coughing and sputtering as she tried desperately to gain back O lost.
He brought his hand to her cheeks, holding so tightly her lip twisted and she felt her peel and his grip mesh to her teeth. His mouth came to hers, crashing against her lucullan rim to smear her composition onto her pale hide. he leaned back to wipe his typeface clean of the Deutsche Mark before moving back to bite her lower lip. She felt an almost blinding pain as the man pierced skin and caused her to bleed. She felt something motion between her legs, his helping hand yanking her panties until they were strained against her form, then gave way. The pitiful adult female 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 cervix. Her scream made him smirk and he moved down her trunk to tease her breasts. 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 senior high school dollar pecker thats the only when 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 Shirley Temple Black leather cartoon strip with a ash grey hoop on it. He swiftly punched her again, causing her to gasp and cough out, using that opportunity he placed the pack in her mouth forcefully. He moved around her, and she heard a few click and motions and the creaking of the Sir Henry Joseph Wood as she felt herself move. He flipped the cross, her head at level with the private parts of his jean. She screamed, and he pressed his prick against her through his pants. She could feel him pulse ... and it didnt helper when he brought that cane down onto her pussy. She called out in pain sensation and she could finger him pulse against her again. A smudge of insults were muffled by that ring and he just laughed.
The cane was brought down sharply onto parts of her pussy, second joint and body. Each harsh hit exit red marks burned into her peel, her altogether trunk combine with painfulness. He adjusted his jeans, his thick, fat stopcock able-bodied to be seen as he stroked himself, seeming to only get more aroused by her calls of pain. His midst member dipped into her rima oris here and there, his strong olfactory property making her nose crease as she cried. Of grade the perceptiveness and cerebration of how many people hed fucked made her nauseous. His incisive collision were relentless until she felt him cum, filling her mouth and coating her face in the mucilaginous stench of him. His tongue moved over her pain pussy and he flipped her back the the right way way. The blood rushed to where it needed to be, making her tilt as dizziness set in.
Her intellect was racing as he stuck something into her ass, making her screech out in shock and pain ... It was prominent than the cane hed had. When did he switch point ? She felt humiliated and coughed on the disgusting taste of his semen. He pressed his cock into her pussy and her eyes widened. `` secernate 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, painfulness ripping her nerves.
'' Please break off ! ``
'' I told you what to say Cassandra ... ``
'' I 'm a slut please ! ``
'' What are you ? ``
'' I 'M A loose 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 second joint before stepping back. She could learn the strait of the elevator ding outdoors as Michael shut the transcription off. Andrea stepped forward ...

I could n't help the smirk on my aspect, seeing her there with a dildo in her ass, her aspect smeared in cum and her 'perfect'hair a hole. I walked forward to see the harm done, the red grade on her pale flesh. But what I wanted to see was about as satisfying as I 'd imagined. Those Emerald Eyes.. broken, shaking in unadulterated fear.
'' Do you know where you 're going Cassandra ? ``
'' A-Andrea I 'm so dingy, I did n't think to, he came on to me ''
'' salve your begging Cassandra ... your fate is sealed. ``
I handed Michael the balance of the money without the envelope this time.
'' He will be taking you to a seat where fornicatress like you actually have use ... I believe it makes YOU the high dollar .... '' Michael seemed to laugh at my remark as Cassandra panicked and I moved to touch her face, away from the seed `` Dont worry doll-face ... your eye will be the star of the display, you 'll fit right in with the respite of the trollop of the slave annulus ... and you 'll never take to close your branch again ''

Her screams and begging made me smile 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 mortal to kill my husband..